Zhang Qiong led Li Xichen all the way back openly, for fear that others would not know that they were here to steal things.

"Is it really okay for you to go out so arrogantly?" she muttered quietly.

Zhang Qiong frowned and looked at her in surprise, "We didn't do anything wrong, we don't have a big road, why are we sneaking around?"

"It's not ......" Li Xichen was dumbfounded, what kind of thing didn't he do anything wrong, and he ran to the owner's room with a large group of people to steal things, isn't this a bad thing?

Zhang Qiong patted her shoulder lightly, and explained earnestly: "I came in just now because I wanted to meet you, and Ba Jiang is already doing this, and it was him who stole it, not me, why should I be weak-hearted?"

"Your psychological quality is too good, right?" Li Xichen said with a speechless dry smile.

In front of the patrolling inner disciples, Zhang Qiong really passed directly in front of them without fear, and some even saw Zhang Qiong hiding from a distance, for fear of touching this big bad head.

Li Xichen followed all the way to the ring in a daze, looking at a black and gold coffin sitting under the stage, she subconsciously exclaimed, "Who is injured!?"

She had already seen the terrifying healing power of the black gold coffin, and now Zhang Qiong took it out and designated that someone was injured.

Zhang Qiong looked at Xu Yao, who was still lying near the coffin, and sighed before saying, "A friend." ”

Regarding Hua Ruthless's injury, he wanted to hammer the guy named Qian Ye with his own hands, since he was jealous and hateful, then don't blame him for being ruthless!

At this time, Liu Xing stood on the stage and coldly confronted a burly man with a machete.

"In the Lower Desert North Sword King - Wang Damang!"

When Liu Xing heard this, his whole face, which was originally expressionless, suddenly burst into laughter, and his happiness blossomed......

Wang Damang saw Liu Xing laughing, and his eyes immediately turned cold, "Why is Your Excellency laughing so much, do you look down on my name as the Sword King?"

As he spoke, he shook the machete in his hand slightly, and a fierce knife light shone directly on Liu Xing's body, as if it had locked him.

Liu Xing waved his hand and hurriedly explained: "No, I heard before that a guy named Wang Damang in Mobei was extremely arrogant, called himself the king of swords, and then went to kick the famous sect in Mobei......" The more he talked and laughed, the louder he laughed, he couldn't control himself anymore, "Who would have thought that guy couldn't even defeat an old man who swept the floor, and he was beaten and lost his armor, so he knelt on the ground and shouted ...... grandfather."

"Hahahaha......"

The knights of the rivers and lakes in the audience were all happy to hear it, Wang Damang's face became more and more gloomy, and he was directly hit by the sore spot, and immediately shouted: "Damn guy, why do you want to splash dirty water on me before you and I have never met!"

Liu Xing stopped laughing, raised his eyes and looked at him with disdain, "Because I was drinking tea with the sect master inside!"

"Tea, this! Why don't you say that you are a fierce knife!" he snorted with disdain, as if Liu Xing was telling a joke.

Liu Xing shook his head lightly and said helplessly, "I haven't introduced myself yet, have I?"

"Huh?" Wang Damang glanced at him in surprise.

"Below, the Godslayer Sect's Fierce Knife - Liu Xing!"

"If you are a fierce knife, then Lao Tzu is ......" Wang Damang was about to drop his stomach with an unbearable word, and before he could finish speaking, Liu Xing pulled out the big knife behind him, and his figure appeared in front of him in a flash.

With a bang, a heavy blow is directly cut down!

Wang Damang's whole person was almost stupid, if he didn't react in the fastest time, I'm afraid that the blow just now would be enough to chop off his head.

He hurriedly retreated, staring at the murderous Liu Xing with blank eyes, and began to ask in a panic, "Are you really ......?"

Before he finished his words, Liu Xing's big knife suddenly flashed with bursts of black light, and another beautiful slash slashed at him.

This thing actually had weak legs, and the whole person was so frightened that he lay on the ground and shivered. He squinted and touched his body, and found that he was not injured, and breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, "Alas...... It's ok and it's ok......"

"Mobei Sword King, are you okay with your reflexes!" Liu Xing looked at him coldly, and he would slash out at any time.

Wang Damang trembled for a while before he came to his senses, "Can you let me finish speaking!"

"In the ring, who has time to chat with you!" Liu Xing glanced at him with disdain, the more he felt that it was embarrassing to compete with such a small person, so he wanted to end the game as soon as possible.

"The main thing is that I don't have any chance of winning with you, or ......" He was timid, and he didn't know where he was scared because of his previous high spirits.

Liu Xing waved his hand at him impatiently, "Hurry up and make your strongest move, I will leave you a whole corpse at most!"

Hearing that the other party wanted to leave a whole corpse for himself, Wang Damang pouted, knelt down directly, and cried and begged for mercy: "Let me go, uncle, a little person like me, dying under your knife is the biggest insult to you!"

"You're just going to treat me as a fart......

"Okay......"

He knelt on the ground crying and kowtowed frantically, such a dazzling operation really stunned Liu Xing and the knights in the audience!

"Can you have a little backbone, a real man deserves to die in battle, instead of kneeling down to do such a thing!" He let out a long sigh, most of the killing intent in his eyes faded, and he even blamed him with some hatred: "My generation of people who walk the rivers and lakes, if you can't even straighten your own backbone, then what's the point of your life!"

"Huh?" he was stunned by Liu Xing's words, he didn't understand half a word.

Liu Xing suddenly shouted in a deep voice: "Pick up the knife and use the strongest blow to fight me, otherwise I will really kill you!"

As he spoke, he waved the big knife in his hand, stared coldly at Wang Damang and ordered, "Hurry up!"

"If you hold it, you will die, if you don't hold it, you will die, I will fight with you!" Wang Damang also felt a little ashamed, he often called himself the King of Mobei Sword, and when he encountered a little setback, he knelt down and begged for mercy, just like throwing their Mobei face!

"Okay, come on!" Liu Xing looked at Wang Damang with some approval, and the black light in the big knife suddenly became brighter, as if he was releasing the powerful ghosts of the Netherworld, and infinite murderous aura appeared from the big knife like a spring.

Wang Damang swallowed his saliva with difficulty, nervously grabbed the machete and shouted loudly: "Mobei is a must!"

A dazzling knife light swept out of the machete and threw it directly at Liu Xing's side.

Liu Xing shook his head and sighed: "This kind of trick really has no bright spots, try my move, Crazy Knife Bawu!"

His hands began to dance violently, and the big knife began to release countless sword qi to his heart's content, each sword qi was covered with a layer of dark and incomparably dark light, Wang Damang's sword light was simply incomparable to him, and he was able to cope with it, and it was directly gone!

"Is this the legendary Mighty Sword King!" Wang Damang's whole body froze in place, allowing countless sword qi to attack him......

He slowly closed his eyes, this time he didn't feel any fear and anxiety, but enjoyed the tranquility before death with peace of mind, the greatest honor in life is to become a dead soul in the hands of the sword king!

The old man's voice sounded at the right time, "Mobei Sword King-Wang Da Mangsheng!"