"Disperse!" The bronze-masked man snorted again, and walked towards Nanjian step by step. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Seeing that the scene was extremely solemn, everyone also withdrew from the room one after another, especially Wu Yuezhang, who had bandages on his arms, and Jiang Miaofeng, who had a splint on his neck, although the two of them acted very stiffly, they were also like toads with broken legs, jumping faster than usual!

There were only two of them left on the field!

The moonlight shone in from outside the porch, dragging the figure of the copper-faced man to the ground, extending to Nanjian's feet, with an indescribable sense of strangeness, and at the same time, the evening breeze of spring and March, with the fragrance of flowers and earth in the mountains, drifted into this murderous room.

In this way, the two looked at each other for nearly a quarter of an hour, as if they were using silent language to communicate deeply beyond the comprehension of others, but in each other's eyes, the anger grew stronger and more intense!

A real opponent can sometimes know it without words. At that moment, Nan Jian felt that it was necessary to draw his sword! Just like what he said to those leaders of the Blue Dragon Gang in the Kuaiyi Forest Inn:

"Don't pretend to be deep in front of the master, lest you get into a hurry when you get into a fight, and you won't have face!"

Therefore, he slowly raised his sword on his chest, and with a thud of his right hand, he drew his sword! Suddenly, the dragon's roar pierced the silence of the night sky, and with a flash of sword light, the southern sword pierced towards the bronze-faced man.

However, the result surprised him!

He couldn't understand that when he rushed towards the bronze-faced man, the other party suddenly flashed, swept behind him with incredible speed, and stood where he was standing.

In this way, with his swift body, it is completely conceivable how terrifying he will be when he makes a move! Thinking about it in this way, Nan Jian realized that there was a big gap between himself and his opponent. The reason why the other party didn't make a move, he thought that maybe he still had a trace of kindness!

Although the porch was behind him, he didn't want to slip away! After so many years of career in the rivers and lakes, the days of bloody rain and bloody wind had already made him feel that righteousness and awe-inspiring spirit were the most valuable life in life!

Therefore, although there is a life-and-death duel with a huge disparity in power in front of him, he will not admit defeat until the last moment of his life - even if fate wants him to fail, he will never bow his head in his bones!

So, he struck again—like a moth, swooping down on the raging flames countless times more powerful than himself, without hesitation!

And this time, the bronze-faced man did not move, not only that, but the chiseled gold painting fan in his hand, with a speed like lightning, had already slashed the southern sword all over his body as soon as he opened and closed!

However, his pine-patterned ancient sword never took off his hand, he always held this affectionate pine-patterned ancient sword tightly in his hand, and always tried his most effective swordsmanship to attack the opponent wildly.

However, things in the world are often like this, when an opponent with disproportionate strength encounters together, no matter how hard he tries his best, no matter how hard he uses in his life, but for the powerful side, it seems as light!

At this moment, the other party twisted his left arm, put the sharp fan bone against his throat, and asked him solemnly:

"How about doing things for me and letting you enjoy the highest treatment in the gang?"

Nan Jian sneered without thinking and said:

"Then you have to ask me about the sword in my hand, and I don't agree!"

Although the opponent's sharp fan bone was placed at the bottom of his throat, and although his arm was twisted by the opponent's powerful big hand, there was no room for maneuver, but he still did not hesitate to wave the sword in his right hand and stabbed the opponent's throat frantically.

Obviously, his style of play is the way of fighting of an outlaw, and his determination is also called - rather die than give in!

The bronze-faced man was very angry and annoyed, he grabbed the hand that was twisting Nanjian's arm, drew a fan to block it, and knocked the sword in Nanjian's hand to the ground with a bang, and shouted:

"Maniac!"

As he spoke, his painting fan swam back and forth on Nan Jian's body three times, each time sneering, and each sound was bloody!

Eventually, Nanjian was overwhelmed and fell to the ground in a blur of flesh and blood.

When everyone saw the bronze-faced man, they beat Nanjian to the ground covered in blood, and they all stepped in in surprise.

"The young master's martial arts are world-beaten, and the world is invincible!" The first to jump into the door was the scar-faced Jiang Miaofeng with a splint on his neck, he excitedly bowed to the copper-faced man and warmly congratulated him; at the same time, his eyelids were also pulled down as much as he could, with a reluctant smile that could not be suppressed, but it strongly affected the pain in the cervical spine, looking down at the dying Nanjian on the ground.

And You Haitao, the leader of the Blue Dragon Gang, and Mrs. Rose both stepped into the door at the same time, Mrs. Rose looked at the Nanjian on the ground, and a smile floated, obviously she smiled a little reluctantly, and You Haitao had already bowed to the copper-faced man, and nodded and said:

"Congratulations to the young master, I wish the young master to become a martial artist as soon as possible!"

Everyone walked in one by one to congratulate the copper-faced people.

Needless to say, the bronze-faced man was also proud of his great skill, he looked up to the sky and laughed, shook off the fan, and shook it leisurely and said:

"I'm here to see how capable the Shaolin abbot and the head of Wudang are, and how capable they are, and how dare they resist my ambitions!"

"Naturally, it's vulnerable!" Wu Yuezhang, who had a goatee, took advantage of the situation and said, "In today's world, there are probably not many opponents who can be more difficult than Nanjian!"

"That's it!" the white-faced scholar Chen Ran also said, "Whether it is Shaolin Temple or Wudang, as long as the young master goes in person, they will definitely bow down and surrender!"

"I hope so!" said the bronze-faced man with a laugh as he looked up to the sky again.

After that, he suddenly took Madame Rose's hand affectionately, and said leisurely:

"This time, Madame has made a lot of contributions, Doctor Qiu's Qiankun Strength Pill is really magical!"

"As long as the young master is happy, the slave family is willing to do anything!" said Madame Rose, who also looked at the copper-faced man affectionately.

"What should he do?" Finally, she asked the copper-faced man by pointing to the bloody Nanjian on the ground.

"Prison him first," the copper-faced man looked at Nanjian on the ground, sighed, and said leisurely, "Let's take a look again!"

In a coma, Nan Jian felt in a daze that someone was carrying him, up and down, with seven bends and eight turns. Finally, he heard a loud bang! the sound of a solid cell door being shut.

Suddenly, a cool liquid ran through his cheeks, and he woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he realized that he had been abandoned by them in a dark, damp cell.

And there was one, a ragged and gray-faced man, who was rubbing his bloodstained face with a wet gray handkerchief, and giggling at him, laughing so pleasantly that his eyes were black and shining, but he was unkempt, and he could not tell whether he was a man or a woman, and he was scary and a little cute!

And she excitedly said to her fellow prisoner, an old man with white hair and beard:

"Grandpa, he's awake, he's not dead, we have another companion!"

When the old man heard this, he laughed and said with emotion:

"yes! It seems that the outside world is getting more and more exciting!"