Under the dim street lamps, on the cold streets, there is no sound.

Old Devil Han even dragged Zhao Changqing and really took a little back.

The powerhouses of the famous sword sect were also very disciplined and took a few steps back.

It's too close, and it's easy to get hurt by mistake.

If the knife is out of his hand, he will be stabbed to death.

Yue Qinghua is the existence of the famous sword sect standing at the pinnacle, the senior brother of all the big guys, his strength is beyond doubt.

On the other hand, Zhang Xiangbei, at this moment, he is wrapped in monstrous momentum, although he has one person and one knife, he is like thousands of troops and horses, swallowing mountains and rivers.

He carried the knife very casually and walked leisurely in front of Yue Qinghua.

In the dark eyes, they are as plain as water.

But the domineering spirit of the strong man who lingered all over his body was like a series of energy, tearing through the space and rolling in.

Yue Qinghua looked directly at Zhang Xiangbei's dark eyes, his expression was slightly dark, and he squinted and said: "It seems that He Tongxun is not the only one who can fight as a soldier, Zhang Xiangbei can also fight." ”

"I said, I'm the king of Beimang."

Zhang Ruoyu's thin lips opened slightly, and his voice was thick and vigorous: "I have been in the army for ten years and have never lost." ”

"The military department is not rich in martial arts powerhouses. Nor is it your duty to do so. Yue Qinghua's fighting spirit was slightly raised.

The momentum that erupted from Zhang Ruoyu's body aroused Yue Qinghua's fighting spirit.

In his long, narrow and vicious eyes, a murderous intent was set off.

"You may be able to fight, but only if you can." Yue Qinghua seems to be giving the legend of Beimang one last chance. "And I, I can not only fight."

"Long-winded." Zhang Ruoyu held the blood-stained blade of Old Demon Han in his hand, and said lightly: "Practice." ”

Airplanes!

The blade was raised, violently vibrating, and making a shocking sound.

Yue Qinghua stared directly at Zhang Xiangbei, who was pacing, his eyes sank, and his fighting spirit rose sharply: "Then practice." ”

Tonight, he was going to tell Zhang Xiangbei.

The god of war in Beimang was sealed by the military department.

And his Yue Qinghua's strength is recognized by the rivers and lakes.

An omnipresent and nowhere to be seen in the rivers and lakes has recognized him for 30 years.

Zhang Ruoyu strode over, the blade went up, and he swung it down suddenly.

It seems to be a knife, but it is wrapped in a terrifying killing machine, and the air seems to be filled with a suffocating smell of blood.

Airplanes!

Yue Qinghua felt Zhang Xiangbei's terrifying aura of a strong man, and with just one sword, it could be seen that this Zhang Xiangbei, who crawled out of the sea of corpses and fire, was by no means a novice in martial arts.

At least, he wasn't a pure military man.

In the field of martial arts, he also has good achievements, just like He Tongxun.

Yue Qinghua did it.

His body twisted slightly, his toes clasped the ground, and the knife at his waist burst out of the air.

Shout!

The blade broke through the air, from the bottom up, and made a sharp sound that shocked the soul.

"Knife Drawing."

Old Devil Han frowned.

The traditional mastery of the famous knife gate.

All the famous sword men present will be.

But Yue Qinghua drew the knife the fastest, the most fierce, the most tricky, and the success rate of hitting the knife with the highest success.

Sonor!

The blades collided, Yue Qinghua seemed to be understated, and he pushed Zhang Ruoyu's knife away.

He didn't move.

Zhang Ruoyu frowned slightly, and slightly tightened the trembling blade in his hand.

It's not his hand shaking, it's the knife.

It seems that the knife in Zhang Ruoyu's hand is a little afraid of Yue Qinghua.

"It's really different from ordinary fights." Zhang Ruoyu clenched the knife in his hand, and said with his thin lips slightly open. "If your sword is in time for my first year in the army, I may not be able to stop it."

Old Devil Han was a little embarrassed.

Although the knife drawing technique is not a mastery of the bottom of the box of the famous knife door, not everyone is qualified to learn it.

The older generation, in addition to the famous sword sect powerhouses who were killed by Han Laomo, can also use this trick, and there are only a few present.

When you are a soldier for a year, you want to block this knife?

Han Lao Mo felt that Brother Beizi could pretend better than himself.

Yue Qinghua didn't make a move for a long time.

Draw your sword tonight.

Drawing the sword in front of all the famous sword powerhouses, he had to see blood.

Perhaps, let those old guys know that he Zhang Xiangbei is just a soldier king.

And he, Yue Qinghua, is the real god of war.

Airplanes!

After a knife, Yue Qinghua took a step forward, and the strong wind agitated, destroying the withering and decaying, and another knife.

"Break the air."

A look of horror flashed in Old Demon Han's eyes.

He knows the mastery of the famous knife sect well. But the power that each person can exert is completely different.

The famous knife gate became famous and learned, and it was ten knives.

Tang Yizhao learned the ten knives.

But his tenth knife may not be as threatening as Yue Qinghua's fifth knife.

But at this moment, after Yue Qinghua drew his knife, he directly slashed out the sixth knife.

The four knives in the middle, he saved the province.

"You can see it." The corners of Han Laomo's lips twitched, and he was a little worried about Zhang Xiangbei. "Yue Qinghua, this old dog's desire to win or lose, has also moved to kill."

Who wouldn't want to defeat the legendary God of War, Zhang Xiangbei?

A man who was made a myth by the military department and regarded as a god by Beimang.

Even if he's so young.

Even if he is not a martial artist.

To defeat him, or even to defeat him seemingly effortlessly, is a temptation for anyone.

Even if it's Yue Qinghua.

I also want to sell my reputation and reputation, and I want to hang horns on antelope and become immortal.

Zhang Ruoyu took Yue Qinghua's sixth knife stubbornly, accompanied by a loud buzzing sound, the fire splashed, and the blade was in his hand, shaking wildly.

Even half of Zhang Ruoyu's arms were slightly numb.

Yue Qinghua's knife was not only powerful and devastating, but also tempered millions of times.

Split mountains again and again, break the sea, cut through the cold and heat, and practice the power of this knife.

This is the peerless powerhouse of the famous sword gate standing at the pinnacle, Yue Qinghua.

The elder brother of the famous knife gate.

Zhang Ruoyu raised his hand and looked at the gap in the blade.

Two knives, two notches.

Two more knives, I'm afraid the knife will break.

After spending Zhao Changying's face, it will be difficult to get along in the future, and it will also run counter to tonight's motives.

Zhang Ruoyu casually put the knife on the ground, and then pulled out the Beimang knife that had been devoted to Beimang so far and followed him for ten years.

"You have to use your own knife, take advantage of it."

Zhang Ruoyu turned his blade, accompanied by a buzzing sound, raised his eyes, and raised his fighting spirit: "I'm done warming up, I'm going to move seriously." ”