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Only Zhang Mingchen's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he could see that the person in front of him had the cultivation of the late stage of the realm.

"Who are you, what are you looking for Shen Lang?" Zhang Mingchen's eyelids jumped, and he asked with a pretended calm look.

"Why do you want to kill him!!" Zhao Jianfei roared wildly, his face a little distorted.

"Tsk, it seems that you have a grudge against that kid Shen Lang?" Zhang Mingchen shrank his eyes and said coldly.

Zhao Jianfei glanced at Zhang Mingchen with a cold look in his eyes, and found that he was a martial cultivator in the middle of the realm, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Who are you Shen Lang?" Zhao Jianfei asked.

"I'm Shen Lang's master, if you want to kill that kid, pass me first!" Zhang Mingchen shrugged his shoulders, his momentum was calm, as if he was on Mount Tai without collapsing.

However, in his heart, it was like 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping: "Damn, Shen Lang's turtle grandson doesn't wipe his buttocks clean, and he wants Lao Tzu to help him wipe it." ”

Zhao Jianfei was stunned for a moment, and then showed a violent sneer: "Are you the master of that garbage? Okay, I'll take you first today!"

After speaking, Zhao Jianfei pulled out the long sword on his waist, and the killing machine suddenly came out.

Zhang Mingchen's face was gloomy, revealing the appearance of a sun-kissed dog, and he pulled out two scimitars from the robe behind his back.

Zhang Mingchen has always carried these two double knives with him, but he didn't expect to be able to use them now.

Seeing the tension between the two sides, Li Fei and Liu Xiaoxiao broke out in a cold sweat. The other party named and wanted to kill Shen Lang, this is not as simple as being unkind.

Thinking that he was Shen Lang's eldest disciple, Li Fei shouted, "Uncle Zhang, I'm here to help you!"

"Just your little cultivation, is there any use for eggs, hurry up and take the girl surnamed Liu out and notify Shen Lang's turtle grandson to come over!" Zhang Mingchen shouted.

Li Fei is only a late-stage cultivator, and this cultivation is equivalent to no in front of Zhao Jianfei. He also knew the importance of the matter, and immediately ran out of the office with Liu Xiaoxiao.

"Old thing, give me death!" Zhao Jianfei shouted violently, and a sword stabbed towards Zhang Mingchen like lightning.

The other party was a martial artist in the late stage of the realm, Zhang Mingchen did not dare to slack off, and went all out to meet the enemy.

"Ding!"^

Zhang Mingchen clenched his double knives and thrust them up, intercepting Zhao Jianfei's sword.

Zhao Jianfei snorted coldly, then straightened his posture, quickly held his sword, and slashed at Zhang Mingchen.

A fierce sword aura suddenly erupted, and Zhang Mingchen hurriedly jumped into the sky to avoid a blow.

The sword qi penetrated the desk behind Zhang Mingchen.

"Boom!"

The entire desk was torn apart and collapsed, and sawdust flew everywhere.

Zhao Jianfei stabbed him with another sword.

Zhang Mingchen held two knives in his hand and rushed forward, slashing wildly.

With the sound of the wind, the entire office seemed to be torn down, and confetti flew.

Liu Xiaoxiao, who was outside the door, looked at the thrilling fight in front of her, her little heart was about to jump out, and beads of sweat oozed from her snow-white neck, and she even wondered if she was watching a martial arts movie.

Li Fei had already picked up his mobile phone and dialed Shen Lang's phone.

After talking on the phone, Li Fei looked anxious and explained the situation.

"What, there's such a thing? I'll go right over!"

After hanging up the phone, Shen Lang's face was anxious.

Li Fei said that a man in a white robe broke into the president's room, and said that he would kill himself! Shen Lang instantly had a conjecture in his heart, this guy was Zhao Jianfei.

Thinking that Zhao Jianfei had the cultivation of the late stage of the realm, Shen Lang was still anxious in his heart, Master and Liu Xiaoxiao might be in danger.

Shen Lang immediately drove the Lamborghini out of the military region, soared all the way to two hundred yards, and drove towards the Canghai Group.

In the president's office, the fight continues.

The office was a mess, and even the walls were cracked.

Zhao Jianfei originally saw that Zhang Mingchen only had a mid-stage cultivation, so he didn't care too much about it, and only planned to kill him quickly.

But after fighting for a while, he gradually became a little frightened.

This old man fought too violently, and the two double knives were wielded vigorously. I couldn't suppress this old man for a while.

Although Zhang Mingchen has been slacking off in cultivation for many years, his strength may not be much worse than Shen Lang.

He was in the middle of the realm a few decades ago, and the Seven Killing Knife Style, Zhang Mingchen was very skillful.

Why are the martial cultivators I have met recently so abnormal, when did it become so difficult to deal with in the middle of the realm?

It's definitely not a matter of your own strength!

Zhao Jianfei was very angry in his heart, and he began to intensify his offensive and give full play to their Ruyimen's cold ice sword technique.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

The sound of swords colliding was endless, and he felt that Zhao Jianfei's attack speed suddenly accelerated, and Zhang Mingchen was under a lot of pressure.

"Damn, why can't Shen Lang's stinky boy come over!"

Liu Xiaoxiao and Li Fei outside the door hid to the side to watch the battle, and when they saw Zhang Mingchen gradually being pressed and beaten by Zhao Jianfei, they also had a handful of sweat in their palms.

Zhao Jianfei wielded a long sword, all kinds of stabbing and slashing, Zhang Mingchen parried again and again, a little unbearable.

The consumption of the Seven Killing Knife Style is very large, and Zhao Jianfei is a martial cultivator in the late stage of the Questioning Realm, and his internal strength is far more abundant than Zhang Mingchen.

"Damn, I'm going to cheat my dad if I go on like this!"

Zhang Mingchen was offended by his forehead, and gritted his teeth.

He held two knives in his hand and slashed towards Zhao Jianfei desperately.

Seeing that Zhang Mingchen suddenly became fierce again, Zhao Jianfei was startled, and set up his long sword to quickly parry.

"Ding, ding, ding!" swords collided, and sparks flew everywhere.

After a burst of wild chopping, Zhang Mingchen's true qi had already consumed seventy-seven eighty-eight.

He originally had a small hope, hoping that this wild slash could hack Zhao Jianfei to death, if he hadn't hacked him to death, he would have run away, otherwise he would have to confess here today.

After slashing more than a dozen times, Zhang Mingchen ran away.

"Want to run, stop me!"

Seeing Zhang Mingchen running out of the president's room, Zhao Jianfei shouted violently, and the whole person chased after Zhang Mingchen like a sharp arrow.

In a breath, Zhao Jianfei chased out of the corridor.

The frightened scene made Li Fei and Liu Xiaoxiao outside the door gasp.

Seeing that Zhao Jian was quickly catching up, Zhang Mingchen waved his robe.

"Boom!" A large number of flying knives shot out towards Zhao Jianfei.

Zhao Jianfei set up his long sword and blocked all the flying knives that attacked.

"Tsk, it's really difficult!" Zhang Mingchen secretly scolded in his heart, the other party can have this kind of combat power, most of them are disciples of the Great Gate Sect of the Kunlun Mountain Enchantment.

Zhao Jianfei was furious! After fighting for so long, he didn't kill this old man, which was simply an insult to his strength in the later stage of the realm.

He simply withdrew his long sword and cast a cold ice cotton palm, compared to swordsmanship, Zhao Jianfei was better at palming.

Zhao Jianfei slapped Zhang Mingchen who was running towards the elevator entrance with a palm.

That's when it happened.

"Suzu!" The elevator door opened, and a stunning beauty in a blue and white dress suddenly burst out of it.

"Stop!" With a coquettish reprimand, Feng Luan held the soft sword in his hand, and stabbed towards Zhao Jianfei with a sword.