"Tsk...... Just a wage earner like you, who wants to get his hands on my noble cousin, is really a toad who wants to eat swan meat! But I'll give you a chance, after winning against me, let you leave calmly, or ......."

"Hmph, what else do you want? Others are afraid of your Lu family, but I'm not afraid of ......."

Wang snorted coldly, and didn't put Lu Qiao's words to scare others in his heart at all.

Lu Qiao didn't laugh angrily after hearing this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he didn't say a word of nonsense.

He flipped his hand and touched it casually on his chest, and out of thin air, he took out a long sword with a cold glow, and raised his virtual finger upward, which was regarded as greeting Wang Leng.

Then he suddenly swung his long sword, and suddenly the sword light flowed away, as if a bunch of fireworks bloomed in the night sky.

Wang Leng suddenly felt that the temperature around him had plummeted, and in the space within a few meters, the sword light was dotted, and the cold light was shining.

In front of his eyes, countless spots of light flickered, like ghost fires flying in the sky, fluctuating and unsettling.

"Retreat!"

Wang Leng, who knew that it was powerful, did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and he hurriedly retreated as if he was flying.

But that little bit of sword light, like a shadow, and the momentum that is pressing, is not half exhausted.

Seeing that Wang Leng's back had hit the wall, Lu Qiao's heart couldn't help but sigh lightly: "It's a pity that the fight is about to end so soon!"

But at this moment, he saw an incredible picture, only to see Wang Lengjian walking backwards at a rapid pace, and the second before his body hit the wall, he did not make any sound, but slid sideways against the wall to the other side.

"At a distance of three meters, at such a rapid speed, I couldn't easily retreat and dodge...... Looks like I'm underestimating this kid...... Isn't his strange method of teleportation the secret technique I've been looking for?"

Many years later, when Lu Qiao became a kendo master and reached the pinnacle of his life, he would always say something to reflect on his own mistakes when he talked about today's battle.

Although this is a bit exaggerated, now he has indeed gained some far-reaching inspiration from Wang Leng.

Because he is rampant in the world, as a rookie level of kendo, he is proud of his superior swordsmanship, and he has always been invincible and unmatched.

But when he was just now, Wang Leng, who looked sparse and ordinary, avoided the edge so easily under his Lu Qiao's sharp long sword.

This made Lu Qiao surprised and had to re-examine his opponent.

Wang Leng tried his best, and only then did he barely dodge Lu Qiao's sword, he forcibly suppressed the turbulent blood in his body, and his face was as pale as snow.

At the moment when he avoided the sword blade, Wang Leng exerted his extreme teleportation and movement, and thanks to the strange pulse technique he had practiced, most of the damage of his body functions was alleviated.

"I must strike first, otherwise after Lu Qiao's swordsmanship unfolds, I won't have the strength to fight back at all......"

Wang Leng has been on a special mission in the organization for many years, and has encountered all kinds of killing scenes, large and small injuries, and has also suffered countless times.

There were a few times when he almost lost his life, but he was able to save the day, and to this day he can still maintain his free body, without losing his hands or feet, in addition to the factor of good luck, he naturally has his advantages.

Judging the situation, seeing that the situation is not good, smearing oil on the soles of his feet, and it is his housekeeping ability.

But as a man, his fiancée empathizes with him, and he faces the bullying of his rival, which is like a double merciless blow.

For Wang Leng, who had just come back, the crit coefficient was indeed not small, making his blood swell rapidly, and his blood continued to rush straight to his brain.

Until the last moment, if he doesn't fight hard, his enthusiasm may not cool down easily.

In fact, his boxing style has always been a straightforward fight, and there are not many special skills, just pay attention to the vigorous strength.

It seemed that hatred had stimulated the potential in his body, and in Wang Leng's fist wind, mixed with the strong pulse power in the meridians in his body, it was struck out with a bang.

Suddenly, the air within a radius of ten meters was driven by the strength of his fist, and it actually let out a sharp whistling sound.

Its momentum is so fierce that it is unmatched for a while.

"Good!"

Lu Qiao stared at the bombarded fist, his eyes showed eagerness, and he thought that he was extremely appreciative of Wang Leng's boxing skills.

I saw him lunge with his left foot and take a step forward, and the long sword in his right hand slowly swung out, and the shadow of the sword rose and fell, pushing a wave in waves, like a wave in the sea, and its momentum was endless.

In an instant, the sword shadows and fists met each other, silently, and there was no big formation.

As for the howling sound that Wang Leng provoked with his fist, it was actually dispelled out at the moment when he rushed into the sword shadow.

In the past, no matter how powerful the other party was, Wang Leng's fist mixed with pulse power was as hard and powerful as a hammer that was struck.

You must know the strength of the hammer, which is extremely hard and sharp or blunt, and can always exert a powerful power to hit the enemy.

However, this time, after his fist struck into Lu Qiao's sword shadow, it was like falling into the clouds, and his strength was nowhere to be used, and his strength was nowhere to be used.

Not only that, Wang Leng was surprised to find that the pulse power in his body seemed to have a faint hint of backlash.

In a short time, the majestic pulse force in his body, with nowhere to vent, began to rush left and right in the large and small meridians of his body, instantly turning into a storm of turbulent force fields.

This feeling is very terrifying, Wang Leng only feels that his body is like being filled with a violent force, and it may explode at any time.

But before he could react, a sharp object passed through his chest.

That sharp thing was the long sword in Lu Qiao's hand, and he didn't expect him to take the opportunity to sneak attack.

And in Wang Leng's body, the raging pulse finally found an outlet for catharsis, and rushed out along the wound on his back.

They seemed to have accumulated a long amount of money, and they actually struck the long sword that passed through their chests into two pieces.

Among them, the half-truncated sword spun from Wang Leng's back and flew out rapidly, nailing diagonally to the wall.

Due to the outpouring of violent pulse, the swelling pain in his body suddenly disappeared, and the pressure on his body was reduced a lot.

But after a few breaths, Wang Leng's mouth spat out blood, and his body flew backwards, hit the wall and fell to the ground, and the person could no longer move.

Seeing that he couldn't move, Lu Qiao raised the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly.

"Wang Leng, you are so reckless and want to destroy my big thing, you deserve to lose your little life, but how can I explain it to my cousin, that is, your sweetheart?"

"I attacked you from behind, don't blame me for being mean and shameless, you kid! It's not that I don't want to stop, it's that your fist is extremely weird, and I have to do my best to ......"

"Besides, the incident happened suddenly, I can only take back half of the power of the sword, I hope your soul is wronged in the sky, don't blame me! haha......"

At the moment of losing consciousness, these words were like the wind, all of which reached Wang Leng's ears, getting smaller and smaller, and gradually disappeared......

Until the time passed, I don't know how long it took, Wang Leng's consciousness gradually recovered, and the person also woke up.

When he awoke, a wordless pain came over him, making him feel as if his body was being grilled on a flame, and as if a heavy boulder pressed against his chest, making him breathless.

This kind of pain seeped into the bone marrow, making Wang Leng unbearable, he really hoped that his body was not his own.

Subconsciously, he didn't want to wake up, and fell into a deep sleep.

When he regained consciousness again, Wang Leng had a delusion, and found that his body was much lighter for no reason, and even the pain was relieved.

So he slowly opened his eyes, and his first feeling was that he was still alive.

But being alive made him feel lost.

"Where am I?"

Wang Leng wanted to stand up, but suddenly a sharp pain came from his chest, making him almost unconscious again.

When the pain subsided a little, he looked around and found himself in a simple room, in which only the bed was made beneath him, except for a table and a chair.

"This should be a utility room of the Li family, I don't know what happened to Lu Qiao's hard work? When I was about to get married, he made me like this, why didn't he let me die, did he have other plans?"

Countless thoughts flashed through Wang Leng's mind, and finally shook his head, smiling bitterly at himself for being too naïve.

"Li Huan, if you don't want to marry me, you would have said it earlier, why do you ...... me like this"

Thinking of this festival, he was very sad and indignant in his heart, on the eve of the arrival of the big day, the other party actually carried the groom official behind his back, and secretly made a private agreement with his cousin Lu Qiao for life.

The more Wang Leng thought about it, the more angry he became, and wanted to ask for an explanation, but he was framed and didn't say anything, and his skills were not as good as others, and he was almost killed by Lu Qiao's sword through his chest!

But what he didn't know was that because his fiancée Li Huan thought of his own face, at that moment of life and death, he saved his life.

In this way, it will not be that he was really killed by Lu Qiao.

As for Li Huan's willingness to come to the rescue, Wang Leng is not a three-year-old child, so he can naturally understand some of the truths.

Maybe she didn't care about herself, but the reputation of the Li family and the face of her parents.

As the saying goes, family ugliness should not be publicized, otherwise it will attract gossip.

If it was on the occasion of the great joy of the daughter of the Li family, when it should have been full of guests and friends, Wang Leng, who was the son-in-law of the door, was brutally beaten to death on the spot by his rival Lu Qiao.

If this matter is known to outsiders, their Li family's face and reputation will be completely ruined!

Moreover, Li Ming is still a big man in the city, so under reason, he can only temporarily save Wang Leng and put him under house arrest.

Not only that, on the day of the original wedding, Li Ming panicked at the guests and friends who came to drink the wedding wine, saying that Wang Leng was misbehaving and stealing the night before the wedding.

So he decided to postpone his daughter's marriage for the time being, and planned to choose another son-in-law......

In this way, Wang Leng and Li Huan, the daughter of the Li family, should have married in the church, but the marriage was completely yellow!