Of course, Old Demon Han knew where Yue Qinghua was angered.

And not only he knows.

Even He Tongxun and other famous sword powerhouses began to persuade them.

"General Zhang, this is the internal problem of our famous sword gate, you better not interfere." A certain famous sword sect powerhouse persuaded.

Zhang Xiangbei is really going to be killed, it's quite embarrassing, and the military department can't get over it.

He is the legendary god of war of Beimang.

He is a super soldier who is famous all over the world.

As a result, the cause of death was beaten to death by an old guy who was over half a hundred years old with an iron fist the size of a sandbag.

Speaking out, where is the face of the country?

"Zhang Xiangbei." He Tongxun said with a calm face. "The leader of the Famous Sword Sect standing in front of you is a gifted martial arts wizard, and his martial arts strength is almost terrifying."

"Fighting with him, the intensity is not military training, let alone military fighting, but real, torture and killing." He Tongxun squinted and said.

Even Zhao Changying, under the hint of Han Laomo's eyes, slowly walked up to Zhang Ruoyu and said in a low voice: "Why don't you go back and sleep with your daughter-in-law, they are a civil war, and you are an outsider, so it is not easy to participate." ”

Zhang Ruoyu twitched the corners of her mouth and glared at Zhao Changying angrily: "Then why did you call me to come?" I'm not a human being inside and out now, how can I step down? ”

Zhao Changying frowned and said: "Your name is Zhang Xiangbei, how do I know that in their eyes, you are such a weak chicken?" ”

"In Beimang, I am invincible alone." Zhang Ruoyu immediately slashed.

"Nonsense, you are the young marshal of Beimang, who dares to steal the limelight from you?" Zhao Changying is not polite.

Zhang Ruoyu was anxious.

Raised his finger and pointed at Han Laomo's blood-stained trouser leg: "Your husband was slashed all over his body and consumed by the wheel war, you let me go now?" ”

Zhao Changying gritted his teeth and said: "He is dead, I will bury him with him, it has nothing to do with you." ”

Zhang Ruoyu glared at Zhao Changying, and then at Han Laomo.

The old fellow looked evasively and didn't look at him at all.

Even those famous sword sect powerhouses were all kind-hearted, and persuaded Zhang Ruoyu to leave quickly, don't really be killed by Yue Qinghua.

Death of a Han old demon, it's no difference.

The death of a Zhang Xiangbei is too bad in nature and too bad in impact.

Everyone doesn't want the legendary god of war who is famous all over the world to die under their noses, even if they are not accomplices, they have to be accused of not being saved, and they will lose blood.

Ding Ding Ding.

A screeching cell phone rings suddenly.

Yue Qinghua frowned and took out his mobile phone.

Who will call themselves on such an important night?

But after looking at the caller ID, Yue Qinghua still answered.

After a few words, Yue Qinghua hung up the phone expressionlessly, and lightly glanced at Zhang Ruoyu, who was not a person outside his eyes: "You go, I will spare his life tonight." ”

When everyone heard this, they were relieved.

Tonight, there will be no deaths, even if they are disabled and scrapped, at least, there will be no deaths.

Everyone knows that a mysterious force of great terror has intervened tonight.

It was so terrifying that even Yue Qinghua had to take a step back.

Speaking of this, the powerhouses of the Famous Sword Sect began to chatter again to persuade Zhang Ruoyu to leave.

Even Old Devil Han stepped forward and shoved Zhang Ruoyu: "Xiao Zhang, hurry up, he won't kill me." ”

Zhao Changying also lowered his tone and sighed: "Let's go, if you are killed, everyone here will be held accountable." ”

Zhang Ruoyu also sighed, raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Changying: "Listen, is that guy talking about human language?" What does it mean to spare his life? He is your husband, my father-in-law Zhang Xiangbei. ”

"You don't feel sorry that he was cut like this? You don't want revenge? ”

"Xiao Zhao, if you are Zhang Xiangbei, in exchange for your father-in-law, he was beaten and cut down, and I want to abolish him."

"Will you go? Will you be indifferent? This is really leaving, I, Zhang Ruoyu, how can I explain to Xue Bao? How to explain to the former Zhang Xiangbei? ”

Zhang Ruoyu raised his hand to pick up Zhao Changying and pushed her to Han Laomo's side.

Then he turned around, picked up the knife that Han Lao Mo's hand had just slipped on the ground, weighed it a few times, and said, "Isn't this copying our Beimang knife?" ”

After that, the blade raised slightly, and the thin lips opened slightly: "Everyone, a little back." ”

Swell!

In an instant, a soul-stirring coercion exploded like thunder.

With Zhang Ruoyu as the center, spread the entire street.

In an instant, it seemed as if thousands of troops were roaring in.

The hearts of all the famous sword sect powerhouses suddenly chuckled.

Old Demon Han's eyes also became strange and frightened.

He grabbed Zhao Changying, who was still trying to persuade again, took a deep breath of cold air, shook his head and said, "Your son-in-law, but Zhang Xiangbei." ”

"Didn't you all say that he couldn't fight, that he was a weak chicken?" Zhao Changying frowned. "Didn't you say that the end of being a soldier is over, that is, He Tongxun?"

"Didn't you say that this He Tongxun is not as good as you?"

"But he's not He Tongxun..."Old Devil Han chattered endlessly, muttering. His name is Zhang Xiangbei. ”

"He is a legend of Beimang who is famous all over the world and millions of believers, Zhang Xiangbei."

Han Lao Mo stared at Zhang Xiangbei with his back to him, his heart seemed to jump to his throat, his whole body was tumbling with qi and blood, and he felt one after another shocking strong man's breath: "Zhang Xiangbei can fight, this is very reasonable." ”