Chapter 138:

"Today, no one can stop me!" Xiong Qiang's voice was full of cold killing intent, and his sharp gaze was tinged with coldness, scanning the group of heroes standing opposite him.

Many of the high-rollers who were stared at by these eyes couldn't help but shudder and slowly lowered their heads. The entire wedding hall was actually after that sound, and there was a brief silence. Xiong Qiang ignored everyone, held Li Shanshan's hand with his left hand, and took her step by step.

Seeing this, no one stepped forward, but just tightened the sword in his hand and kept his inner composure.

Therefore, when Xiong Qiang took that step, no one made a move, just watched each other, and some of them directly withdrew from the confrontation with Xiong Qiang, standing in the corner, and watching the excitement of the upcoming show with the mentality of watching the show.

It's no wonder that they are, after all, this Zhao Li says that he has a wide range of friends, but many of them are just meeting him in Pingshui, and they don't have too deep and thick friendships. These people came this time, there are not too many scheming people, but they are just here to join in the fun, drink a glass of water and wine, and those who have scheming are heard that Zhao Li is a disciple of Wudang Qingwei Palace, hoping to use his relationship to be able to climb Wudang.

Seeing that Xiong Qiang faintly succumbed to Wudang, he naturally made a fuss to show his support for Zhao Li and Wudang. However, at this time, Xiong Qiang showed his killing intent, among them, no one was a fool, how could he stand up and take the lead?

Xiong Qiang took one step, followed by the second step, the killing on his body was still cold, Li Shanshan's expression at this time was also extremely nervous, and in the slender hand held by Xiong Qiang, there was already sweat oozing out of it. Her delicate body unconsciously leaned towards Xiong Qiang, tilted her head slightly, and saw the resoluteness in the indifference on Xiong Qiang's face, a warm current suddenly flowed in her heart, and the feeling of tension and panic also dissipated a lot.

When Xiong Qiang took the second step, there was already a commotion, and Wudang's disciples were already standing at the front of the crowd, their expressions were grim to the extreme, especially that Zhao Li, the expression on his face was cloudy and sunny, his teeth were already clenched, his fists were already clenched, and his chest was also rising and falling violently.

"Xiong Qiang, let go of Li Shanshan!" Suddenly, he took a step forward, his face was red and white, and he finally mustered up the courage to stand up.

He tried his best to calm his breath, and when he was about to attack Xiong Qiang, Yun Qing suddenly stretched out a hand, patted Zhao Li's shoulder, glanced at him, shook his head lightly, and said softly: "Senior brother, you are not his opponent, don't act rashly!"

"Hmph! All of them are pretentious, so many people are actually frightened by a bear, I don't believe it, this surnamed Xiong can still turn the sky upside down? Wait for me to beat him to death with two punches and three punches, see what you guys say?"

At this time, a somewhat angry voice sounded in the crowd, and then I saw a brutal man squeezing out of the crowd and standing viciously in front of Xiong Qiang.

This person, with a somewhat vicious face, is full of fat on his face, full of beards, his thick and black eyebrows are frowned, his eyes are also round, he stretched out his huge palm, pointed at Xiong Qiang, and said: "The surname Xiong, what are you, you made someone else's wedding, and now even other people's mother-in-law has to be abducted, others are afraid of you, my beard Zhong is not afraid of you, let you taste my beard Zhong's iron fist today!"

Isn't the person who came the reckless man known as Hu Daxia who joked that Zhao Li wanted to drink before?

Xiong Qiang's footsteps stopped, and he looked coldly at the big man standing in front of him, who was still a little taller than him, and said coldly: "I don't want to kill!"

Looking at Xiong Qiang's indifferent appearance, Hu Zizhong suddenly laughed: "Hahahaha! Lao Tzu doesn't want to kill ...... either."

"Hu Daxia be careful!"

When Yunlong screamed in a loud voice, and before the last word of Hu Zizhong's words was finished, he felt a flower in front of him, and a fierce aura enveloped him in an instant, and then, he suddenly felt a slight pain in his throat, as if he had been pricked by something.

When he reacted, he saw a slender sword, which was exuding a chill and stayed in his throat, and an extremely small blood hole was pierced in his throat, which was slowly oozing blood at the moment.

The face that was not frightened or angry, and was so cold that there was no emotion, didn't pay attention to him anymore, but suddenly put away the sword, and the tungsten steel sword was once again deducted by him behind his back.

"Sanshan, let's go!" he said lightly.

This scene made everyone dumbfounded, Xiong Qiang's sword can be said to be almost in the realm, although before, he also subdued Zhao Li with a sword, but at that time, people at least saw his dynamics, saw how he raised his sword, and what posture he posed.

But this time, it was completely different, as if he had suddenly transfigured, leaving a bloody hole in the throat of the bearded bell. This speed, this mastery of the sword, and the delicacy of the control of the sword, are really not comparable to the first sword.

It was precisely because Hu Zizhong saw Xiong Qiang's sword that he had the courage to stand up at this time and try it with Xiong Qiang. Moreover, in the rivers and lakes, he can be regarded as having some prestige, these prestige are all relied on his iron fists to work hard, although Zhao Li is the leader among the new disciples of the six halls and eight palaces of Wudang, but compared with him, he is still a little inferior. Although Zhao Li was defeated by Xiong Qiang, he didn't think that Xiong Qiang would be much stronger than him. And this is another reason why he dares to stand up.

It's just that at this moment, after trying Xiong Qiang's sword, he only felt that his mouth was dry and that it was difficult to breathe. How ridiculous it seemed to him to be that he had analyzed his superiority before he appeared on the stage. If the sword went a little deeper, he didn't dare to imagine if he could still see Xiong Qiang's disdainful face.

For a long, long time, he just stood there with his eyes wide open, keeping the shape of his mouth the whole time when he had not finished the last word. Although Xiong Qiang did not kill him, the horror in his heart was deeper than killing him.

Is this still a human? This is clearly a ghost, a ghost!

At this time, the crowd was already silent to the extreme, although Xiong Qiang's sword was only aimed at Hu Zizhong, but everyone seemed to have just escaped under Xiong Qiang's sword, and that deep fear not only shrouded Hu Zizhong, but also shrouded the hearts of everyone in the group.

Every time Xiong Qiang took a step, the group of males slowly took a step back, and with just a sword, they shocked everyone.

This is Xiong Qiang's amazing sword, after his internal strength has been greatly improved, this sword has been practiced by him for two years, as many as hundreds of thousands of times, and it has also been greatly improved in speed. The reason why he used this amazing sword to use this bearded bell that seemed unknown to him was because he wanted to be intimidated.

Only with shock can he suppress the scene, he is not afraid to fight with these people, he just doesn't want to entangle with these people who have no grudge against him.

Xiong Qiang still had a cold face, took Li Shanshan's hand, and walked towards the door step by step without the slightest pause under the watchful eye of the heroes led by the Wudang disciples.

"Senior brother, no matter what, I can't let Xiong Qiang walk out of this door, if he is allowed to go out so grandiosely, then my Wudang's prestige will be ruined, and my Wudang disciples will not be able to raise their heads in front of the Jianghu people in the future. At this time, a disciple of Wudang Mountain said.

Yun Qing and Yun Long also glanced at each other, and their expressions were also cold to the extreme, if Yun Long still had a little confidence to fight Xiong Qiang before, then after seeing Xiong Qiang's amazing sword, the trace of confidence he had also dissipated.

"Second Senior Brother, when it comes to fighting alone, I'm afraid none of us are his opponents, and it seems that we can only attack in groups. As long as he can drag the master forward, no matter how powerful he is, he will not be able to compete with the master. Yunqing said.

Yun Long hesitated for a moment, the expression on his face also became much deeper, and after a while, he looked at the junior disciples around him, there were as many as seven of them, and he also said, "Swing the sword formation!"