There was no hatred and anger in his eyes, nor was there any murderous intent.

His words were very plain:

"Your name is Zhou Mingfang?"

"You are asking questions knowingly!"

"No, I'm worried that I might have killed the wrong person by going such a long way."

"Do you think you can kill me?"

Xiaoqin thought for a while, "I know you are a low-level master, and I also know that your sword is very fast and powerful...but since I'm here, I have to give it a try."

Zhou Mingfang smiled:

"Try which one is faster, your sword or my sword?"

"Since you didn't let them attack me, I guess you are confident in your sword... Is that sword a lover?"

Zhou Dashan stroked his long beard:

"Yes, it is the only sword your father made in his life!"

Master Zhou picked up the sword and drew it out.

"Your father had many romantic lovers throughout his life... He named this sword the Lover's Sword, and the sword actually lives up to its name."

"What a sword!"

Master Zhou Dashan stroked the blade of the Lover's Sword as if stroking the lover's body.

"Your father said that my once-lost heart was only led by my lover to get out of loneliness."

"When a lover is in your arms, you will no longer ask where you will go when the flowers fall in the fleeting time... Although our reunion is short, our expectations are long. I cast this sword to comfort my lovesickness!"

He looked at Xiaoqin.

His vision became harsh.

"Draw the sword!"

"Let me use this lover's sword to send you on your way!"

Xiaoqin took a step forward and stood in front of the upright coffin.

He pulled out the knife!

Two knives!

He took another step forward and slashed twice at Zhou Dashan who was sitting on the chair!

The fastest two swords in his life!

Zhou Dashanren's pupils shrank, and the lover's sword in his hand made a loud sword cry, as if his lover was rejoicing.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang...!"

One sword, two swords, collided more than ten times in a short period of time.

Xiao Qin's knife cut off a corner of Zhou Dashan's red robe, and Zhou Dashan's sword pierced Xiao Qin's left shoulder blade.

Xiaoqin took a step back, and Zhou Dashan had already stood up.

He narrowed his eyes.

The lover's sword in his hand exudes a dazzling luster like a lover.

He stepped forward and came with a sword!

Xiaoqin will go again with two swords.

Yin Ruming's eyes widened!

She seemed to see Xiaoqin flying towards the raging fire like a moth.

The martial arts masters sitting under the corridors on the left and right also widened their eyes, and they all looked carefully at Zhou Dashan's sword!

Everyone thought that the young man named Xiaoqin could not escape the power of this sword.

At the moment when the two swords met again!

The moment everyone's attention is attracted!
Chapter completed!