"The kid surnamed Xiao is here again, everyone is about to polish the knife, wait and you must knock this kid out of the ring!"

"Yes, yes, this arrogance must be suppressed, and he can't be made to think that I have no one in the rivers and lakes!"

"Everyone is ready, as soon as he gets in the ring, he will go to challenge!"

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Xiao Chen rushed to the ring early in the morning, and countless people rubbed their fists at him, wanting to teach him a lesson. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info This time, as soon as he got into the ring, he threatened to challenge everyone, and before he finished speaking, a person jumped into the ring, pointed at him and shouted: "The surname Xiao, don't speak wildly, everyone is tired of hearing what you say, let's fight!"

"Tired of listening?" Xiao Chen was stunned and touched the back of his head, a little surprised that these people were so active today. But these people actively challenge themselves, this is a good thing, he secretly rejoiced in his heart, and did not care whether others were tired of hearing his arrogant words, immediately drew his sword out of the sheath, and pointed the sword at the man: "Fight!"

"Please!" The man also nodded heavily, made a gesture, and slashed at Xiao Chen with his sword.

After ten battles and ten victories last night, and another day of watching the battle, Xiao Chen has seen all kinds of moves, and he doesn't pay so much attention to absorbing the essence of other people's swordsmanship. Because he found that with the more battles he had, the more battles he watched, and many people in the rivers and lakes came and went with those few martial arts routines.

It's rare to have a move that wants to make his eyes shine!

He also understood that this meant that his horizons had broadened a lot, and martial arts experience was becoming more and more difficult to obtain. Unless you meet a master and fight with you, it is almost impossible to improve the martial arts experience of Huashan Swordsmanship as you did the previous times!

Therefore, Xiao Chen set his sights on a more powerful opponent, Lin Zhonghu.

The other opponents didn't have the heart to carefully study their swordsmanship, so they became unceremonious. When the sword is drawn, the sword technique becomes more and more fierce, swift and unresistible.

No, after only more than ten moves, Xiao Chen knocked his opponent out of the ring and won the first victory!

"I don't believe that he would be so powerful that he didn't knock him out of the ring!"

The more powerful Xiao Chen's performance becomes, the less the people in the audience believe in evil, and the people in the rivers and lakes are all people who practice martial arts, and if they don't fight in person, they won't be convinced at all.

Immediately, a second person jumped into the ring and challenged Xiao Chen.

This time, within ten moves, Xiao Chen knocked him out of the ring and won the second victory. There was an uproar in the audience, and they were all surprised, only to feel that Xiao Chen's swordsmanship seemed to have become more powerful. But the more powerful Xiao Chen became, the more the people in the audience dared to be interested in him, and they came on the stage to learn his swordsmanship.

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Another ten games and ten wins, Xiao Chen put away his sword and returned it to the sheath, his eyes swept at everyone in the audience, the eyes full of authority, the eyes passed, and the people in the audience all lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly.

This time, Xiao Chen didn't shout: "Who else?"

But the effect is more imposing than shouting this sentence!

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Just when Xiao Chen was in the ring all day long, everything he thought about was martial arts and swordsmanship. Outside Luoyan Town, where Xiao Chen killed the middle-aged man in the brocade robe who abused Wang Xiang and his wife that day, the three red-maned horses stayed in place.

On the horse, a sturdy man in black clothes jumped down, looked at the three corpses on the ground seriously, and suddenly his face changed greatly, and he shouted in a lost voice: "It's the second master! The second master has been killed!"

On the red-maned horse, the faces of the other two elite men also changed, and they looked around vigilantly, and then they all jumped off the horse, and crossed to the corpse in three steps and five steps, checked the wounds on the corpse's body, and said coldly: "It was killed by a sword master! As for whether or not you have entered the third-rate realm, you still need to take it back, please identify one or two." ”

"What are you waiting for? Pull the corpse back!" another strong man urged, and immediately one of them held a corpse, lay on the back of the horse, and all jumped on the horse, shouting: "Ride!"

Three red-maned horses strode with iron hooves and galloped towards the east avenue. Three red-maned horses galloped down the avenue for about half an hour until they came to a city a hundred miles away.

On the city wall, there are two big characters written on the dragon, flying and phoenix dancing: border city.

The three red-maned horses did not make any stops, but broke into the city directly, and ran all the way on the downtown streets, causing pedestrians to scream again and again, but when they turned their heads, they all saw that the three of them were all dressed in black, and they were all silent, and they dared not speak in anger.

These three people are the members of the black-clothed gang, the largest gang in the border city, and their gang leader is a well-known third-rate master within a radius of 100 miles.

Even the city lord of the border city was polite to him and didn't dare to care about his affairs. It is said that back then, when the black-clothed bloody hand and the border city lord competed for the position of the city lord, the black-clothed bloody hand was only half a move.

If it is a life-and-death fight, then the difference between this half move can be ignored. This is also the reason why the black-clothed gang created by the black-clothed bloody hands dares to act arrogantly and unscrupulously in the border city.

On the other side, three red-maned horses pulled the corpses of the three men in brocade robes and headed straight for a compound in the center of the city.

This compound is only separated from the city lord's mansion by one wall, and on the plaque of the mansion, there are three big characters of the black-clothed gang.

Three red-maned horses rushed into the mansion, and the three big men on the horse shouted loudly: "Quickly inform the uncle, the second master has been killed! The body has been recovered!"

This sound spread throughout the compound, and the entire black-clothed gang was alarmed, and countless people jumped onto the eaves and went straight to the council hall.

By the time the three red-maned horses arrived at the council chamber, the chamber was already full of people. The three big men jumped off their horses, each carrying the corpses and stepping into the council chamber, laying the three corpses apart.

Only then did the three of them arch their hands to the black-clothed gang leader who was sitting in the first seat and said to the black-clothed bloody hand: "Uncle, after the three subordinates received your order to find the second master, they looked around and found the corpses of the second master more than ten miles west of Luoyan Town. ”

The uncle they call is the black-clothed bloody hand, as for why the black-clothed bloody hand doesn't like to let people call him the helper, but likes to let people call him uncle, this is unknown.

After listening to the words of the three big men, his face was gloomy, and he walked down slowly, his eyes glanced at the corpse of the brocade-robed man, his fists were clenched tightly, and his right hand even flashed a bloody color. expressed the anger in his heart, and he almost couldn't control his internal strength.

Trying to calm himself down, he leaned over and looked at the wounds of the three of them, and said coldly: "The wound is sharp, it's a sword wound." But the killer is not a third-rate realm, and there is no residual breath of internal force on the wound. They struggled for more than half a pillar of incense, and finally were defeated by a sweep from the killer and fell to the ground. In the end, he was pierced through the heart with a sword, and died!"

Speaking of this, a trace of murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the black-clothed bloody hand, and he shouted loudly: "Give me a check, if you find the murderer, you will let him be broken into ten thousand pieces!"

"Yes!" The black-clothed gangs around all hugged their fists and promised, and they rushed out one after another.