In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

Zhang Ruoyu held the Beimang sword in his hand and leaned forward slightly.

For just a moment, Yue Qinghua's heart palpitated and he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Standing in the distance, Old Mo Han's pupils suddenly shrank, which was unbelievable.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Changying frowned.

Although she didn't understand martial arts, she even thought that martial arts meant being brave and ruthless, and was the work of ruffians.

But Han Laomo's strange behavior surprised Zhao Changying.

"He seems to be alone." Han Laomo said meaningfully.

"Who does it look like?" Zhao Changying asked.

"Like his father." Han Laomo took a deep breath.

"Nonsense." Zhao Changying curled his lips. "Not like his father, but like you?"

"I don't like Ma Meilian's behavior." Old Demon Han has a strong desire to survive. "You are the fake murderer, she is the real murderer."

Zhao Changying ignored Han Laomo's pun and looked at his son-in-law Zhang Ruoyu.

Even if she didn't have the strength to restrain a chicken, she would be afraid of splattering blood even if she killed one.

But at this moment, Zhang Ruoyu's whole body was filled with the suffocating smell of blood.

His whole body seemed to be surrounded by thousands of fierce ghosts, full of viciousness.

Dengdeng.

Zhang Ruoyu tapped his toes on the ground and stepped forward in two steps.

The blade rises, buzz!

He slashed at Yue Qinghua without any fancy.

Facing Zhang Ruoyu's sword, Yue Qinghua's whole body tensed up.

A powerful aura lingered throughout the body, and the blade was clenched, ready to go.

Yue Qinghua struck out with the sixth sword, Zhang Xiangbei said arrogantly that he had just warmed up.

This is an insult to Yue Qinghua.

At this moment, the dispute between the two has nothing to do with their power background, nor does it involve any old or new grudges.

Purely, it is a battle between two strong men.

Yue Qinghua's fighting spirit was high, his energy and blood were boiling, and his desire to win or lose reached its peak in an instant.

Yue Qinghua drew his sword.

As Zhang approached the north, he struck out the eighth sword.

He could feel that Zhang Ruoyu's whole aura had undergone earth-shaking changes after he put on the Beimang Sword.

It’s difficult to cope without trying your best.

hum!

Yue Qinghua stepped out with his right foot and struck out with a shocking strike.

Like a flood erupting, like a mountain collapsing, this sword will destroy the world!

call out!

Zhang Ruoyu's blade reached him.

A hard chop with a knife.

Keng!

The blades collide and sparks fly.

Half of Yue Qinghua's body was paralyzed, and the blade of the knife almost fell out of his hand. It pressed against the tiger's mouth of the handle and tore open a bloody gash, leaving bloody flesh and blood.

Yue Qinghua's eyes flashed coldly, and the blade suddenly flew into the air, fell into his left hand with a snap, and struck Zhang Ruoyu through the air.

"Left-handed knife."

Old Mo Han narrowed his eyes slightly, his face full of worry.

Even He Tongxun, who was standing not far away, looked at Yue Qinghua with a solemn gaze: "It was done in one go, like a left-handed sword flowing like clouds and flowing water."

"Famous Sword Sect, the last sword."

"As expected of Master's father."

"Senior Brother's sword is unpredictable, and it has reached its peak." He Tongxun felt worthy of being a peerless master of the famous sword sect, and worthy of being the talented young man and martial arts wizard he once was.

The so-called simplicity is nothing more than this.

The cumbersome moves and fancy tricks are ultimately no match for defeating ten with one force.

A swordsman who practices swordsmanship will be truly invincible if his left hand is indistinguishable from his right hand.

It's like playing football, it's like writing, it's like that for everything.

It may seem like the icing on the cake, but in reality, the talent is unparalleled.

Buzz!

The sword in Yue Qinghua's left hand made a loud noise.

The dazzling cold light complements the dim light.

The blade struck down like an afterimage.

The tenth sword of the Famous Sword Sect not only tests the terrifying martial arts background, but also bestows peerless talent.

Even if there are experts from famous sword sects present, most of them only know how to use this sword.

Meeting and becoming a god are two different things.

All the famous sword sect masters trembled inwardly when they saw Zhang Xiangbei being forced into a blind corner by this sudden left-handed sword.

They couldn't imagine how Zhang Xiangbei would deal with this knife.

Even if they are allowed to deal with the big brother's sword.

It can range from severe injuries to death on the spot.

This knife was too fast and too lethal.

Too fast to be caught off guard.

So strong that it can destroy everything.

This sword has been tempered more than a million times?Millions of times?

Only one person in his life could witness Yue Qinghua's sword attack with his own eyes.

Zhang Xiangbei is the second one.

"What a quick knife."

Zhang Ruoyu raised his eyebrows, feeling quite respectful to this famous senior brother of the Sword Sect.

Although he doesn't understand martial arts, as Han Laomo and others said, Yue Qinghua's fighting ability is undoubtedly first-rate.

Even considering the internal strife among Beimang's top brass, he would still be in the top three.

First, it was Beimang Marshal Zhang Xiangbei.

Whoosh!

Zhang Ruoyu did not change his left hand.

Because his right hand can still hold the blade tightly.

Wherever the blade reaches.

A cold light flashed across Zhang Ruoyu's eyes.

He raised his hand, turned the knife, and twisted his waist slightly.

In an instant, his whole body erupted with power that swallowed mountains and rivers.

Behind him, there seemed to be thousands of evil spirits wailing miserably.

The blade trembled, and the strong smell of blood that couldn't be dissolved assaulted his nostrils.

Yue Qinghua's sword was refined thousands of times, splitting mountains and seas.

But Zhang Xiangbei's knife was fed by thousands of dead souls.

It is the Beimang sword that suppresses the monstrous evil spirits.

It is the royal sword of Beimang legend Zhang Xiangbei, which has been used all over the world and has been dyed red again and again.

How many times had Yue Qinghua's sword been stained with blood?How many people have you killed?

Does his knife know what it feels like to cut into human flesh, meridians, and bones?

But Zhang Xiangbei's sword suppressed thousands of dead souls and ghosts, plucking them from the mountain of corpses and fishing them out of the sea of ​​blood.

Countless giants who shocked the world were killed by this sword.

Countless overlords who are still alive are also afraid of Zhang Xiangbei's death sickle and dare not make any inroads against China.

Because in China, in Beimang, there are 30 Beimang knives, sharpened and gleaming with bloodthirsty coldness.

Zhang Xiangbei raised his knife and dropped it.

The posture is like the executioner on the guillotine at Caishikou, wanting to behead him in public.