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Chapter 1505 What a powerful sword

"The Demon City is far worse than our Hangzhou City. People go to high places and water flows to low places. Real masters will never stay here!"

Han Jianyang shook his head desperately, and his natural sense of superiority made him unwilling to recognize the reality in front of him.

He is the second young master of the Han family.

The Han family is the largest family in Hangzhou again.

This time he mobilized all the Han family's strength, how could he not be able to deal with a young boy in his twenties?

The Han family will not be defeated, and the Han family will not be defeated!

Outside the car.

Lao Zhengqing's big sword had been put on his stance.

At this time, he looked like a master who appeared in the finale in the movie, with his own aura.

"Buzz!"

The ancestral treasure sword made a trembling sound that could disturb people's minds.

Xiao Tianmo, who was a little far away, was originally leaning against the carved fruit tree smoking. When he heard the vibrato, he stood up in an instant.

"What awesome sword energy!"

Even he couldn't help but sigh.

Since you can have such a precious sword, I believe that people who use it are not ordinary.

Xiao Tianmo suddenly became interested.

Unexpectedly, the Han family still has some background.

He was able to invite such a sword master.

He held his breath and concentrated, feeling the other person's breath.

As he expected, the other party was definitely a master of martial arts, or a top swordsman.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Xiao Tianmo once again turned the cigarette in his hand, twisted his neck, moved his muscles and bones, and then walked towards the location where Lao Zhengqing was.

Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, Xiao Tianmo felt a sense of pleasure.

He is finally not bored.

As he was about to approach, the sword flashed with a flash, and with a sniffle, a member of the dog shed was hit on the shoulder.

In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere and bones were lush.

Fortunately, the dog barn member has been participating in training for a while, and his speed has increased, so he is still timely evacuating.

Otherwise, Lao Zhengqing's sword would probably have killed him directly.

However, before the others could react, the big knife flashed again.

Bang!

Another member of the dog shed was hit in the chest and flew back several meters on the spot. He fell to the ground and was bleeding. Before he could struggle, he fainted.

Two knifes.

Only two blows were made.

With the blessing of the sound of the knife, Lao Zhengqing slaughtered two members of the dog shed.

Awesome, really amazing.

"Mom, is the knife taken out of the underworld?"

When Yang Yuning saw Lao Zhengqing seriously injured his two companions in succession, he suddenly looked like an angry lion.

He grabbed a steel-made machete from one of the thugs and came straight towards Lao Zhengqing.

Boring, boring, boring!

Two big knives collided with each other, sparks flew everywhere.

Lao Zhengqing is very powerful, and the sword in his hand is even more powerful.

But Yang Yuning was born with divine power and was one of the dog hangars.

With a machete made of steel, he fought with Lao Zhengqing, but for a moment he was invincible.

But he did not accumulate for decades and was obsessed with martial arts for decades, but he had to distract himself from resisting the sounds made by the sword.

After two minutes of fighting, Yang Yuning was finally found by Lao Zhengqing.

A sting.

The precious sword in Lao Zhengqing's hand drew a deep bone-visible hole on Yang Yuning's arm.

A severe pain came, and Yang Yuning felt a stern heart.

It wasn't that he was afraid of being hurt, but that he understood that he was not a match for Lao Zhengqing.

But he did not stop the movements in his hand.

Because the training in the dog barn told him to fight or die.

As long as you haven't fallen yet, you must move forward and upward.

Only by fighting can you have the hope of survival and the qualification to survive.

Retreat means giving up and death.

Seeing that Yang Yuning did not retreat but advanced, Lao Zhengqing nodded, "The bones are very hard, not bad."
Chapter completed!
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