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

A bloody reckoning at the foot of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, there was also a river of blood.

Zhang Xiangbei is like a god of death, bloodthirsty.

He stood in front of Jiang Shan, covered in blood, and raised his blade with a fierce look: "It's your turn."

Jiangshan's feet moved, and the energy surged, with murderous intent rising.

hum!

The sword was dazzling.

Jiangshan came to destroy the world.

The two generations of strongest men standing on the top of the mountain started a relentless fight.

Those so-called top martial arts masters in the market and in the mountains are just a joke in front of these two great gods.

A vulnerable clown.

They are not only the strongest in martial arts, but also the overlords standing at the pinnacle of power.

With just a flick of their fingers, they can destroy the world.

Why did the Beimang faction wait for thirty years before finally getting Zhang Xiangbei, who had reached the pinnacle of all indicators?

Because apart from him, no one can shake the country that has been lonely on the top of the mountain for thirty years.

Even Brother Dazhi, who once caused a stir at the foot of the mountain, could not cause any waves in front of him and could not change anything.

This is a battle of life and death.

It was a fierce battle that had been brewing for thirty years.

Too many people hid their identities, chose to lie dormant, and even sacrificed their lives for this battle.

Everyone has reasons for not being able to lose.

No one can afford to lose.

Phew!

Jiang Shan chopped off Zhang Xiangbei's shoulder blade with one knife, and blood splattered all over his face.

Zhang Xiangbei's Beimang Knife also left a bloody wound like a gully on Jiangshan's majestic body.

The two men fought until they were exhausted and faced death fearlessly.

Tick.

Tick.

Beads of blood as big as beans flowed down from the cut.

A battle of martial arts that reaches the limits of human nature is drawing to a close.

They clearly have the power to dominate and bring together thousands of troops in the blink of an eye.

But they still chose the most primitive way of determining victory or defeat, a duel.

It is precisely because they have close to equal dominance that this duel took place.

The Dazhi brother of the previous generation was not even qualified to challenge Jiangshan in a one-on-one fight.

Even the top of the mountain may not be reachable.

"Well…"

Jiang Shan covered the wound on his chest that nearly suffocated him, blood gushed from the corners of his lips, and stared at Zhang Xiangbei indifferently: "I really wish I could be 20 years younger."

"When you get old, just accept it."

Zhang Xiangbei drew his sword and approached, his face pale, his dark eyes full of determination: "This is my era, not yours."

Jiang Shan sneered sarcastically: "Do you think you can get down the mountain today?"

"I don't know if I can get down the mountain, but you must lie here."

Zhang Xiangbei has liked Monkey Brother’s style of doing things since he was a child.

"Monster, take my stick!"

Monkey Brother, who is skilled and courageous, never talks nonsense.

Kill those who deserve to be killed, and never force others if you can.

Zhang Xiangbei drew his sword.

To avenge my aunt.

Phew!

The blade chopped Jiangshan's body into pieces.

Jiangshan's knife also severely injured Zhang Xiangbei, who had already been exhausted from the bloody battle.

Phew.

Jiang Shan vomited blood and his body shook.

Breathing is disordered and rapid.

Zhang Xiangbei glanced coldly at Jiangshan, who was about to die.

He threw down the Beimang knife and turned to walk towards his aunt who was leaning on the chair and dying.

He leaned over with difficulty and picked up Lin Qingxi by the waist.

On his almost exhausted face, he forced a faint smile: "Aunt, let's go."

Lin Qingxi, who was in a daze, opened her eyes slightly. She didn't even have the strength to speak. Her beautiful face nestled gently in Zhang Xiangbei's arms.

"You can leave!?"

The mountains and rivers behind him suddenly went crazy.

The mountaintop he had painstakingly built up for thirty years was massacred by Zhang Xiangbei.

All the death warriors he had recruited also died.

As expected, the royal relatives who followed him on the mountainside were basically slaughtered by the devil who only obeyed Zhang Xiangbei.

At this moment, even he himself will not live long.

Jiangshan’s defense was broken.

Completely crazy.

"This mountain is mine!"

"No one has the right to take it away from me!"

Boom!

In an instant, the earth shook and the sky was filled with fire.

Zhang Xiangbei suddenly looked back, feeling the crumbling mountain top and the large cracks on the ground.

Not to mention going down the mountain, Zhang Xiangbei couldn't even take a step.

"Aunt, we may not be able to leave..."

Zhang Xiangbei lowered his head, his voice was low and hoarse, but very calm.

"Anywhere is fine." Lin Qingxi was also completely awakened by the violent shaking.

Looking at the flames that kept coming out all around her, she was surprisingly calm.

Zhang Xiangbei grinned, feeling the excruciating pain of skin peeling and cramping in his limbs: "Okay, if I survive down the mountain, I'll be left with a lot of illnesses. It's going to be torture to be a medicine bottle for the rest of my life."

"I said goodbye to Olaf."