Han Ping'er Kunlun sword in hand, facing the enemy's heroes, resolutely rushed forward, like a swordsman who died alone, quite a kind of wind and water cold.

His figure kept changing on the empty deck of the building, and he headed for Zhao Meiwen.

Everyone thinks that his move is an egg hitting a stone, and it is difficult to end well.

"Brother Mo, what is Han Ping'er doing here? Could it be that he wants to kill the leader of the beggar gang and plot against the world? Hu Batong felt that his toes were about to be clasped at this time, and his eyes were staring at Han Ping'er tightly.

"You don't understand this? This Han Ping'er is asking for a statement for the heroes of the world, this is called supporting the building to fall in general, turning the tide and falling, there are many heroes in the rivers and lakes, but who can do it like this! Diao Yaoji continued.

"Yes! If this is successful, our investment income will not be sky-high! Mo Wuzhen and Ka Hongzhong are also Mei Zizi's accompaniment.

Han Ping'er was silent, all his attention was on Han Ping'er, and the nearly twenty years of companionship made him feel that what Han Ping'er did and thought was probably not so simple.

……

As a few people spoke, the distance between Han Ping'er and the leader of the beggar gang Zhao Meiwen became closer and closer, fifteen meters, ten meters, five meters......

The sound of the flute was still calm, but Zhao Meiwen's eyes revealed a little unease, and he could even clearly see Han Ping'er's flying clothes, the hair on his forehead blown by the long wind, and the blade of the sword that flashed with cold light......

The mysterious beggar gang leader Zhao Meiwen, the amazing rising star Han Ping'er, this is bound to be a collision like Mars hitting the earth!

Under the expectation of everyone's incomparable hope, Han Ping'er was only three meters away from Master Xuan Miao.

It seems that there will be a result soon.

But Han Ping'er's advancing figure suddenly stopped, turned his head, and rushed in the opposite direction.

This move surprised everyone in the audience, and no one predicted his move.

The people in the rivers and lakes who sit by the lake and wait to enjoy the show are the same, and so are the traders.

Even the heads of the four factions of Qingcheng, Songshan, Emei, and Kongtong, who were chasing closely behind them, didn't expect Han Ping'er's move, they watched as they were the prey they were chasing, and they actually rushed towards them.

A smile bloomed at the corner of Han Ping'er's mouth.

Compared with this beggar gang leader who has never known his life, he cares more about the head of the Kongtong faction, Bianle Mountain!

More than 20 years ago, this person forced his parents to death at the gate of Kunlun Mountain, and he will never forget that scene!

Today is the time to pay for the blood debt!

In the blink of an eye, he bumped into these four people. 、

First, a palm was slapped, and the surging palm power directly forced the unwary Emei faction leader Ling Yun Master to retreat!

Then he flew out with another kick and kicked Chang Hongzi, the head of the Qingcheng faction who was still stunned!

As for Ding Mian, the head of Songshan, he felt that it was not good, so he took a few steps back and opened up the distance between Han Ping'er.

At this point, the four people of the original united front, Lingyun Shitai, Changhongzi, Ding Mian and Bian Leshan, are the only ones left who can stand in front of Han Ping'er at this moment.

"Death!" Han Ping'er whispered, his body was like a ghost, like a lightning flash, like a breeze, like a thunderbolt, and he was moving around Bianle Mountain at great speed.

Dugu Jiujian is elegant and free, with extremely tricky and weird, unpredictable angles continue to make swords, a sword is faster than a sword, and a sword is faster than a sword.

As soon as Bian Leshan stretched out his iron claws, there was a sharp pain in his fingertips, and with a click, his five fingers were cut off and fell to the ground.

Then he only felt that the tingling sensation on his body kept coming out, and in front of his eyes, there were sword shadows, but he opened his eyes and tried his best to look, but he couldn't see where Han Ping'er was.

He could only be beaten like a wooden stake.

Blood continued to spurt out of his body, and his clothes had been torn apart by the blades of the sword, and the dense sword marks were densely covered all over his body, from head to toe, and he could not find a single intact place.

Bang.

He fell to his knees, blood gushing from his mouth, and it became difficult to speak.

Everyone around looked at it in amazement, and Han Ping'er's super combat effectiveness was beyond everyone's expectations.

has been rampant on the rivers and lakes for decades, and the famous head of the Kongtong faction, Bian Leshan, faced Han Ping'er, like a helpless child, and he didn't have the slightest power to fight back.

"Die!"

With a loud shout, the tip of the Kunlun sword in Han Ping'er's hand was like a long rainbow piercing the sun, stabbing straight towards Bianle Mountain's chest.

Bian Leshan looked frightened, and drove his arms to block, but the Kunlun sword was as sharp as clay, and how could it be resisted by the body.

The long sword pierced through the arm, and the aftermath did not stop, penetrating Bianleshan's chest.

With a bang, Bianle Mountain fell to the ground.

Han Ping'er withdrew the long sword, stood with the sword in his hand, and glanced at the audience coldly, as if a god had descended from heaven.

After a while, the group came back to their senses from their shock.

It's silent.

No one spoke, and even their breathing was pressed to the lowest by everyone present.

Bang bang bang.

The untimely applause suddenly rang out, and Han Ping'er turned to look at it, and saw the leader of the beggar gang clapping a pair of jade hands lightly.

"I have long heard that there is a heroic boy on the rivers and lakes, who is both medical and poisonous, kills Su Zhe with one sword, breaks the eighteen bronze men of Shaolin, and the civil strife in Pinghua Mountain.

Seeing that this young man explained his experience in recent years, Han Ping'er was not puzzled.

The beggars help the north and south of the country, with more than 100,000 disciples, in the way of collecting intelligence, it can be called the top, and it is not difficult to know this.

"If I'm not mistaken, Childe must have eaten some kind of treasure that is invincible, so this Nine Insects and Nine Flowers Demon Sound Poison is useless to Childe."

"The poison is subtle, but this rhythm is almost meaningful!" Trillion per text.

"Uh......" Zhao Meiwen was stunned, but he didn't expect Han Ping'er to answer himself like this, smiled, and then said: "I don't know if Gongzi has any thoughts about the martial arts alliance leader?" ”

"Martial Arts Alliance Master?"

"As long as the son is willing to join my beggar gang, the gang leader will let you be the leader of the martial arts alliance to play." When the young man said this, he suddenly giggled, and his voice was like a wind chime.

The leader of the martial arts alliance, the weight of these four words, for the people in the rivers and lakes, is no less than a thousand catties, this is almost the lifelong pursuit of the people in the rivers and lakes!

But at this moment, when the young man in white said it, it was so relaxed and casual.

Han Ping'er was silent for a long time, knowing that what he said was true.

Now, in addition to Kunlun and Huashan, the heads of the six factions of Shaolin, Wudang, Kongtong, Qingcheng, Emei, and Songshan among the nine giants of the rivers and lakes have all surrendered to him, including hundreds of second- and third-rate sect leaders in the rivers and lakes.

If he wants to be the leader of the martial arts alliance, it is also easy.

However, Han Ping'er is the one percent.

"Not interested!"

"Oh? Childe is really a good pursuit, and the title of the leader of the martial arts alliance that makes people in the rivers and lakes dream of him is not willing to do it? ”

"If it's not a friend, then it can only be—" Zhao Meiwen suddenly retreated, and said sharply, "Enemy!" ”