The old man’s goal this ti was to seriously injure Su Qingfeng.
"If you’ve got the guts, throw away your weapon and fight to the death, one-on-one!"
Su Qingfeng roared angrily, stepping into the air.
The opponent could understand his intention.
"Hmph!"
However, the elder of the Steel Bone Race rely sneered contemptuously, as if saying: Simpleton!
Damn it!
Without a good weapon, I’m fighting with my hands tied and can’t fully exert my strength.
If this old man keeps harassing us, the Shenchu Corps will continue to suffer losses.
Su Qingfeng was anxious at heart.
Jiliwala, jiliwala!
The old man raised a branch, pointing distantly at Su Qingfeng’s crotch, mocking him: Today you’re dead for sure; with one stick, I could pierce your guts.
"I’ll skin you alive!"
Su Qingfeng advanced to fight again.
Unfortunately, this ti the old man flickered and directly fractured Su Qingfeng’s blade.
Hehehehe!
The old man let out a sinister smile and began to relentlessly pursue him.
His speed was fast.
"Broken blade!"
Su Qingfeng cursed angrily and turned to flee.
No choice but to escape.
If I take another hit like that, I’ll be lying down for days.
With around, I can keep the old man in check; if it were soone else, they’d likely lose their life easily.
This old man was also arrogant.
He was so sure that Su Qingfeng had no weapon, he chased them all the way to the forbidden zone of the Shenchu Corps.
Swish!
It was at this mont that Pan Yizheng stepped forward, slashing with an unprecedented strike.
It’s ti to show my strength.
Bang!
Crack!
Unfortunately, his outco was the sa as Su Qingfeng’s, with his weapon breaking instantly.
Poof!
At the sa ti, Pan Yizheng, unable to withstand the countershock, spat out a mouthful of blood.
Indeed a formidable opponent!
I’ll spare your worthless life for now; let Su Qingfeng kill you.
Pan Yizheng wiped the blood off his lips.
Jiliwala, dilly gululu!
The elder sneered at Pan Yizheng: Soone like you doesn’t even qualify to be killed by .
"Hey, Pan Yizheng, why are you here? Were you demoted to the fourth battlefield for committing a cri?"
Su Qingfeng was visibly stunned upon seeing Pan Yizheng.
"By the way, how’s your hemorrhoids? You can get surgical treatnt. Let recomnd an excellent proctology hospital for you."
Su Qingfeng’s next words made Pan Yizheng want to smash his head out of embarrassnt.
With so many people here, why did you have to ntion that?
If you’re going to mock , can’t you wait to do it in private?
Damn hemorrhoids.
Jili gula!
The elder let out another strange cry. Seeing that he couldn’t kill Su Qingfeng, he figured killing Pan Yizheng wouldn’t be a loss.
"Pan Yizheng, you’re weak. Get out of there quickly!"
Su Qingfeng shouted in warning.
Pan Yizheng was going crazy.
What do you an I’m weak?
Can’t you be a bit more tactful?
I’m here to help you, so can’t you be a little kinder?
But complaints were just complaints.
The Grandmaster’s strike from the other side was already coming down on him.
Even the major general of the Shenchu Corps was terrified, thinking, is Pan Yizheng brain-dead?
Don’t you know your own limits?
Su Qingfeng dared to provoke the old man because he is Prince Qing.
Rushing in like this, aren’t you just causing trouble!
If Pan Yizheng dies on the fourth battlefield, won’t Mu Jingliang of the Miracle Corps explode in anger?
Prince Qing, you must protect Pan Yizheng.
The major general prayed silently.
He was a bit far from the battlefield and couldn’t make it in ti to rescue him.
"Su Qingfeng, catch the sword!"
Pan Yizheng took a deep breath.
He didn’t dodge, throwing the demon sword wrapped in cloth from his back to Su Qingfeng.
Then.
He calmly watched the Steel Bone elder, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.
At the sa ti, the terrifying club strike was already coming down, sucking the surrounding air dry, causing layer after layer of collapse on the ground.
Even if you were a Grandmaster, getting hit would an certain death or severe injury.
But Pan Yizheng smiled, not even bothering to dodge.
Roar!
In the next instant, a deep dragon’s roar suddenly echoed in the air.
In the distance, the major general of the Shenchu Corps was stunned.
At this mont, the previously dim sky suddenly spread a layer of scarlet.
The scene in front of him was extrely terrifying.
Su Qingfeng caught the sword thrown by Pan Yizheng and then unleashed a fierce slash.
This slash ford a dark blood dragon in the air.
The sky filled with blood light was the blade light of Su Qingfeng.
"Haha, it’s actually a demon sword from another race... What a fine sword, haha!"
Poof!
Accompanied by Su Qingfeng’s wild laughter, the elder’s wooden club was instantly cut in half.
At the sa ti, half of his body was also hacked apart.
Escape!
The elder of the foreign race was scared out of his wits.
Too bad.
He was too close to the forbidden area, how could he escape easily!
Roar!
Another dragon’s roar echoed as a bloody Grandmaster’s head was embedded in the city wall.
"Haha, exhilarating!"
Su Qingfeng wielded the blood saber, the whole person like a Prison Blood Demon God.
From afar, the army roared long live Prince Qing.
And on the ground, Pan Yizheng was splashed with the foreign blood, looking sowhat disheveled.
"Indeed, Pan Yizheng can handle the demon sword, sigh... it was originally mine."
Pan Yizheng was too frustrated to speak.
The father is amazing.
The son seems even more amazing than the father.
It’s just infuriating.
"Pan Yizheng, thank you for lending the demon sword; I’ve wanted to kill this Grandmaster for a long ti."
Su Qingfeng ca down, still fondly caressing the demon sword.
It contains a force of backlash, but it’s also this power that makes the demon sword trendously powerful.
Too bad.
I’ve only made two slashes and have to return it to Pan Yizheng, not fully satisfying.
"I ca to the Shenchu Corps just to bring you the sword; take it, it’s yours from now on."
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