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"Whoosh"

The two black-clothed cloaked men turned around sharply, pointed their swords at Summer, looked stunned, and said in unison: "Why are you?"

"Summer, King of Wasteland!"

As the two of them turned sharply, their cloaks were blown in the wind and their hoods fell from their heads, revealing their true faces.

One is a middle-aged man, with fair skin, a bookish face, and a temperament that does not resemble a wilderness person.

The other person, a middle-aged man with a Chinese face, looks very hard, has a thick body, and his hand is the size of a fan, and he is a martial arts master at first glance.

Sensing the breath of the scroll qi, the man has no true qi in his body, just an ordinary middle-aged scholar.

The middle-aged man with the national character face turned out to be a first-class master.

Summer frowned: "Out of politeness, I didn't sneak up on the two of you." ”

"But, are you so polite to point your sword at this king?"

The middle-aged man with a national character face stared at him with a tiger's eyes, and said in horror: "Laojun, according to legend, the king of Huangzhou has been a martial arts waste since he was a child, but how can he be a martial artist?"

"Moreover, he is a second-rate martial artist, and he actually made me, a first-class martial artist, unaware, isn't it terrifying?"

Scholar Lao Jun said calmly: "When you see those dead soldiers in the valley who hide swords, you should guess that the king of Huangzhou has cultivated the hidden sword technique!"

"Hiding your tracks is much better than you!"

Guozi's face was a little emotional: "Laojun, the king of Huangzhou can hide so deeply!"

"Hey"

The bookish old gentleman sighed faintly, and put his sword into the sheath: "Old knife, put the sword away!"

"We have already seen the strength of the Huangzhou Palace!"

"Since he dares to arrest us alone, he must have the strength to deal with us!"

"It's useless for you to point your sword at him!"

The old knife with a national character face didn't believe it, and stabbed a sword at Summer's shoulder blade: "Then I'll try!"

The sword, like lightning.

This sword is not as vigorous as Qin Hongyi's, and it is endless.

This sword is even less ruthless and ruthless than the Faceling.

However, it can still kill.

A first-class martial artist sneaks up on a second-rate martial artist at close range.

Warriors know that it is difficult to dodge.

However, there was no dodge at all in the summer, and there was no movement.

The old knife with a national character face was overjoyed: "Laojun, you guessed wrong!"

"He ventured to come, and he couldn't leave!"

However, Lao Jun did not guess wrong.

Suddenly.

A ghostly figure moved sideways in front of Summer, and a sharp sword suddenly came and struck the old knife's sword.

"Bell"

A huge force almost made the old knife abandon his sword, making him stagger back and almost fall to the ground.

If Lao Jun hadn't helped him, he would have dropped a dog and eaten!

The old knife exclaimed, "Half-step Grandmaster!"

Then.

Only then did he see that in front of the King of Huangzhou, a masked woman in white, holding a long sword, was glaring at him angrily.

Although he only saw half of his face, he was known to be a beautiful person.

"Ahem, cough, cough"

Summer coughed lightly twice: "Miss Amei, thank you for making a move!"

"He didn't have killing intent just now, so he didn't need to be so nervous. ”

"Hmph"

Yizhimei let out a cold snort that was incomprehensible.

And then.

With a kick of both feet, people are like swallows, flying into the ancient trees around them in summer and disappearing.

Summer stunned!

Why is Yizhimei's mood so abnormal?

To be reasonable, she was only a first-class master before she was injured, and after she was injured, she used a silver needle to help her stabilize her injury, and took the opportunity to secretly penetrate her second vein.

Now, she should be happy to be promoted to the half-step grandmaster realm after she recovers from her injury, right?

Why are you still playing petty with yourself?

Ren Xia is smart, and he can't figure out where Yizhimei's emotions come from for a while?

A woman's heart, what a needle under the sea!

She got rid of the spies who were tracking the convoy for herself!

Shouldn't I help her advance in martial arts by myself?

As the saying goes: Invest in a peach, repay it with a plum.

You didn't do anything wrong, huh?

Xia shook his head, put down his thoughts, stared at Lao Dao and Lao Jun and said: "This king's policy is to confess leniently, resist strictly, and refuse to confess to cut his throat. ”

"Please be honest in your presence with this king!"

"Otherwise, don't blame the king for being rude to you!"

"Hey"

The scholar Laojun let out a second sigh: "King Huangzhou, if we confess our origins, can you let us go?"

Summer shook his head: "This king never bargains with the prisoners!"

The old knife with the national character face was unconvinced: "We are not prisoners yet?"

Summer smiled confidently: "If this king is willing, you are now." ”

"You"

The old knife with the national character face just wanted to say a cruel word.

Suddenly.

A half-step grandmaster's coercion and a first-class master's aura showed their presence on the ancient trees around him in the summer.

The old knife's heart sank.

It turned out that in addition to a half-step grandmaster by the side of the King of Huangzhou, there was also a first-class master accompanying him!

If that's the case, he really can't leave!

"What am I?"

The corners of Summer's mouth hooked up a mocking smile: "What's wrong with this king?"

As soon as the old knife's neck shrank, he couldn't say cruel words: "The world []