"That boy! Take my senior brother quickly!"

The disciples of the Songshan Sword Sect were too far away, and it was too late to rush over and take advantage of the help.

Duan Chenyu is the young leader of the Songshan Sword Sect, representing the face of the Songshan Sword Sect. If he is knocked away and fell to the ground, wouldn’t he be embarrassed at all?

Although I lost, I still have to fight for this last bit of face!

However, the young man in mask ignored him and was still drinking his own wine. It can be seen that the lower half of the young man in mask was already a little red, drunk, and seemed to be no longer awake.

"Little sister, look at you, what's wrong with you? You have to hit him into the crowd."

Chunhan glared at Xia He, afraid that he would hurt someone again by chance.

Xia He stuck out his tongue, feeling a little embarrassed, and just patronized the end of the battle, making that Duan Chenyu look ugly.

"Hey, that person, why do I feel a little familiar with me?"

Looking at the young man with masks, Xia He felt a little familiar. He seemed to have seen it. Although he was wearing a mask, his figure, face outline, and eyes seemed quite familiar.

When Duan Chenyu flew backwards from the air and hit the young man with masks, the young man's body was just right away. Duan Chenyu, who was flying in, touched a trace of the corner of his clothes, while Duan Chenyu dazed to the wall behind, and his eyes were full of stars.

"hiss!"

"Boy, let you catch it, are you deaf or what?"

The disciples of Songshan who ran over quickly helped their senior brother Duan Chenyu up. The blue bruises on Duan Chenyu's face were clearly visible, but this was not Xia He's wound, but it was just hitting the wall.

Unable to help, a group of Songshan disciples glared at the young man in mask.

Duan Chenyu couldn't help but gasp and felt the pain. He opened his eyes in pain. He had lost a lot of face by being defeated in public by the woman, which seriously hit his self-esteem, and his heart was already full of suffocation.

At this moment, he saw the young man in mask drinking as if no one else had happened, as if nothing had happened and nothing had been seen.

However, Duan Chenyu knew very well that this guy was not an ordinary person, and he must have a good level of cultivation. Otherwise, how could he avoid it in such a short time just now?

"Boy, are you so arrogant?"

Duan Chenyu stood up, looking gloomy and angry. At this moment, he just wanted to find someone to vent his anger!

Just so happened that the masked boy hit the muzzle!

Duan Chenyu's face was ruined, and only by using someone else to take action can he regain some face!

The people around are all experienced people, so how could they not see Duan Chenyu’s intentions? But they didn’t dare to stop them, and even gave up some positions.

However, the young man in mask was staring and held the wine glass in his hand and drank it in one gulp.

"Ignore this young master and seek death!"

Duan Chenyu was furious. This guy dared to ignore him!

It would be fine if it were those nine women. He believed that he was not the opponent's opponent, but which onion was the boy in front of him?

Could it be that he thought Duan Chenyu was easy to bully?

The disciples of Songshan Sword Sect all hugged their arms and sneered.

The eldest brother is already angry. This kid is over. Even if he doesn’t die, he will become disabled!

Duan Chenyu slapped it with a palm. It was his angry blow, but he was afraid that someone would say that he was bullying the weak with the strong, so he only used 90% of his strength and wanted to seriously injure the kid.

However, the next moment, everyone was shocked.

"roll!"

The drunken young man with a mask actually just spit out a word coldly, and then a terrifying wave of wind appeared inexplicably, knocking Duan Chenyu out directly and hitting a pillar in the banquet hall!

The warriors in the banquet hall were prepared for the previous scene and hid in the open space without any impact.

Everyone looked at the drunken young man with an incredible expression and was extremely shocked.

"I read that right?"

"He didn't even take action, he knocked Duan Chenyu away just by just a sound?"

"Hiss! You're really right, I'm not wrong, that's it!"

On the other side of the hall, the nine-girl of the Rouge looked at the young man with ripples in her beautiful eyes, both curious and excited.

They seem to know this person!

"Sisters, do you think this sound is a bit familiar?"

Xia He looked suspicious and stared at the young man in mask. He wanted to see thoroughly, but unfortunately, he could only see the lower half of the other person's face, but he couldn't tell anything at all.

"I'm indeed a little familiar, who is it?"

Duan Chenyu staggered up, his eyes full of anger. He could imagine the sarcastic and joking expressions of the bystanders without having to look at them.

"Boy, you angered me!"

"Today, you will die!"

Duan Chenyu shouted loudly, sucked his palm, and the long sword on the ground fell into his hand.

The sword was sharp and the cold light flashed. A long sword suddenly stabbed towards the masked young man!

Everyone's eyes widened, and they knew that Duan Chenyu was really murderous, and was frustrated and humiliated repeatedly, and they could only kill to vent their anger!

"Sister!"

Xia He just wanted to go up and help the young man with masks, but was stopped by his elder sister Chunhan.

"That person is not simple, Duan Chenyu is not his opponent."

Chunhan shook his head. The previous move alone was enough to prove that the strength of this young man in mask was unfathomable and far above Duan Chenyu.

Duan Chenyu took action again, not only with a huge anger, but also with a strong murderous intent, which made the people in the hall feel heartbroken for the young man.

"Bang!"

The young man who was drinking was finally no longer indifferent, and perhaps he was also angry.

But he did not pull out the sword on his back. The young man with a sword on his back was like a master of sword use.

Everyone saw that the young man with masked palms moved slightly, and the wine glass in his hand seemed to be filled with power, and suddenly shot out, just in the middle of the sword tip of Duan Chenyu!

The wine glass and the long sword are facing each other!

However, the next moment, I heard only the crisp banging sound of something shattering and falling.

The long sword in Duan Chenyu's hand shattered inch by inch! It fell to the ground! In the end, only one sword hilt was left!

Duan Chenyu was also knocked out again by the energy from the wine glass!

And this time, Duan Chenyu was not as simple as being slightly injured. He hit the stone pillar again and suffered serious internal injuries!

The banquet hall suddenly became silent.

I saw that the wine glass was hanging in the air, and the wine inside did not fluctuate at all!

And the wine glass is intact! There is no trace at all!

You know, Duan Chenyu's sword has been broken, and this fragile wine glass is still intact, which is really shocking!

The Fufeng Sanren in the field, Luo Xing, the leader of the Flying Dagger Sect, looked shocked and frightened.

The wine glass is intact, and the sword is shattered!

There is only one possibility for such a result!

That is, the strength of the young man in mask is far greater than that of Duan Chenyu!
Chapter completed!