However, the people in front of and behind them were fine, and they fell to death on the spot.

How did this silver-faced Langjun do it?

Under Zuo Chongliang's fierce gaze, the silver-faced Langjun just lightly blew the silver moon dagger in his hand, as if to blow off the dust on it.

The dagger in the moonlight emitted a light as bright as the moon wheel, the brilliance poured out, a few points brighter than the moonlight, the dagger was not stained with blood, and the silver-faced Langjun's wrist moved slightly, and the dagger on his wrist just now was gone.

With Bao Xu and Zuo Chongliang's eyesight, they couldn't even see where he hid the dagger.

It's as if the dagger was in the palm of his hand, and when he wanted it, it would come out, and when he didn't need it, it would melt into his palm again.

And his sudden disappearance just now, the movement was as fast as lightning.

Zuo Chongliang's heart was slightly cold.

Even if this kid's martial arts may not be as good as his, this supernatural body is also a headache.

Zuo Chongliang, who was still very disdainful just now, brushed the ground and pulled out his sword.

The silver-faced Langjun stretched out a slender white finger and hooked it, as if calling a puppy, contemptuous, with contempt without looking at it.

Zuo Chongliang, who originally wanted to hold on to his identity and disdain to do anything with this kid, was furious.

Too arrogant, too arrogant, too unsightly.

He really thinks that if his body is better and he shoots faster, he will be able to get benefits in his own hands?

The first-class masters who died in their hands, the rising stars who were quite famous, not a hundred but eighty, stepped on the blood of others, and climbed to the top step by step.

Now the blood of this silver-faced boy will add a thicker touch to his identity as one of the four masters.

Zuo Chongliang's eyes flashed with a gloomy and cold murderous intent.

However, the eyes of the silver-faced Langjun were still faint, he stood there with his hands in his hands, his white clothes were like snow, his silver face was dyed with frost, the moonlight was shining, the jade tree was in the wind, bright as the moon, and warm as jade.

Zuo Chongliang's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a hint of caution on his face, the kid was clearly just standing there casually, but there didn't seem to be a trace of flaws in his body.

And his appearance is so light and light.

Zuo Chongliang suddenly felt that maybe this kid was not just good at light weight. The kind of abyss and unfathomability he saw in his own master is also present in this kid.

As for which is stronger or weaker between this boy and his master, he can't tell which one is weaker.

The master's unfathomable is also with three points of majesty and aggressiveness.

But this kid is unfathomable, that is, really unfathomable, idle as a cloud and flowing water. If you say that he doesn't know any martial arts, but is just a weak scholar, he is very similar, and if you say that he is as deep as the great depth, he is also like.

Zuo Chongliang decided to fight quickly, this kid is a bit evil, but he is sure that he will kill this kid under the sword, first, he needs blood to wash away the uncertainty that rises in his heart at this time, and second, although this kid's accomplices have been drugged, they must also prevent them from waking up.

Zuo Chongliang shouted: "Look at the sword!"

The sword in his hand emitted a white light like a match, and attacked the silver-faced Langjun.

Bao Xu couldn't help but be stunned, Zuo Chongliang took out the sword first? This person is the proudest of the four masters around the master, and he has never disdained to draw his sword first because of his exquisite swordsmanship and strong martial arts.

Is this silver-faced gentleman really that strong?