When Duan Erye rushed up, Murong Bingyue did not show any anger, hatred, nor panic, just as with a faint smile in front of her.

"Hmph, do you know whose escort agency this is?" Nangong Zemu, who was protecting the convoy, stepped forward and stopped in front of Duan Erye, and said proudly.

"I have a bad look, and I really can't tell who the escort agency is. But my ears are not deaf. I know that my young master asked me to seal this escort, so you should get out of here quickly or be careful of my axe."

Murong Bingyue turned a deaf ear to what happened later. Except for Nangong Zemu who rushed up, the other corpses did not take action, but just stood up with a knife.

"Adults are already an imperial envoy at such a young age, which really makes the little girl admire him." Murong Bingyue suddenly put aside the things in front of her and greeted her.

Murong Bingyue's appearance made Fang Ziyi murmur in his heart. Brother Meng said that this woman was known as Linglong girl and could never have been named as a false name. What attention should she pay attention to?

"Miss Murong is not as good as a man, and she is the leader of the Jiangnan escort agency. She is considered a strange woman. Fang really admires her."

The two of them exchanged greetings here. Nangong Zemu had already started fighting with Duan Erye. Feng Buyang led everyone to surround the entire escort team. The two sides were tense, but they did not fight.

"Is the people under the imperial envoy really extraordinary?"

"Miss Murong's stunt master's swordsman is also good."

Nangong Zemu was determined to show his feelings in front of his sweetheart, but the Jiangnan Escort Agency was famous and there was no attention that the gangsters dared to take this escort. Nangong Zemu never found a mobile phone.

This time he met Duan Erye, which was something he could not ask for. When Huashan was learning art, his understanding was also excellent among the disciples and his swordsmanship was good. At this time, he wanted to show his skills, and he even used what he had learned throughout his life.

However, since Duan Erye obtained the thirty-six axe technique, his kung fu has made great progress. Although he only had one axe, he was not at all inferior.

After looking for a while, Murong Bingyue said, "Sir, are you willing to make a bet with the little woman?"

No man is willing to retreat in front of women, and House Yi is no exception. Although he understands in his heart that Murong Bingyue is urging him, he still smiles and says, "Murong's head has such a good mood. I am willing to accompany you, but I don't know what we are betting on?

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"The little woman wants to bet on the winning or losing of this battle with the adults. If the adults win, the little woman is willing to leave the things behind. However, if the adults lose unfortunately, I hope the adults will be open to the internet."

"Okay, just as Murong Biaotou said."

After saying that, both of them focused on fighting on the field.

Nangong Zemu's sword technique is extremely ruthless. He will definitely take the opponent's key points when he takes action. He will attack hard and will not give Duan Erye a chance to breathe.

The axe in Duan Erye's hand seemed slow and fast, and its moves were simple, but that's all, Nangong Zemu would be blocked every attack. Although Duan Erye was impatient on weekdays, he chose to practice his moves this time because he had to hone his moves.

Take a steady and steady action, just defend and not rush to attack.

Nangong Zemu pressed step by step, stabbing Duan Erye in the heart with a sword. Duan Erye slowly retreated. Duan Erye waved the axe in his hand, as if it stuck to the sword, leading the sword away.

Seeing that he could not take down Master Duan Er, Nangong Zemu began to worry that he would lose face in Murong Bingyue. While beating, he secretly observed Murong Bingyue's expression.

Fang Ziyi shook his head. Nangong Zemu's sword technique was indeed extraordinary. The battle with Duan Erye was unpredictable. However, such a one-pointed and distracted move had already predicted that Nangong Zemu would lose.

Fang Ziyi turned his head and looked at Murong Bingyue and found that Murong Bingyue's face was still dull. He had the title of Lingle Girl. Fang Ziyi firmly believed that Murong Bingyue would not be unable to see these, and he couldn't help but wonder what this woman sold in the gourd.

medicine?

"Hmph, you will definitely die today." Nangong Zemu said sinisterly, his moves getting faster.

"Haha, Grandpa, when I was in the world, you were still wearing open-crotch pants. Just because of you, you also wanted to kill Grandpa." Duan Erma replied disdainfully.

"You... go to die." Nangong Zemu pushed his sword and picked up Duan Ermaster. Looking at the fierce sword, Duan Ermaster yelled, "Okay!"

This time, Duan Erye did not simply defend, but raised his axe to meet him, looked at the stabbing sword, raised his axe and pointed it at it and chopped it down.

Looking at the slow axe, Nangong Zemu showed a sneer on his lips, "Go to die!"

"when!"

With a crisp sound, the long sword in Nangong Zemu's hand had been shot down. Nangong Zemu looked at this scene in disbelief. He could not escape, so why could this happen? "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Just as he was hysterically shouting, Duan Erye kicked Nangong Zemu out, jumped over, and placed the axe on Nangong Zemu's neck.

"I hope my subordinates will show mercy."

Since the goal was achieved, Fang Ziyi did not want to offend the Murong family too much, so he said to Duan Erye: "Let him go."

"Hehe, boy fights with the second master, you're a little tender."

Nangong Zemu's eyes were a little dumb and he didn't hear Duan Er's words. Until now, he still didn't believe that he would be defeated by an unknown person. When he went down the mountain, he vowed to become famous, but today he loved him.

The woman was defeated, and he really couldn't accept the result.

"Sir, you won. Also, thank you for letting Mr. Nangong go, the little girl thank you."

Murong Bingyue bowed slightly, thanked Fang Ziyi, and walked towards Nangong Zemu, "Brother Nangong, are you okay?"

Looking at the beautiful figure walking in, Nangong Zemu felt that he had no shame to see Murong Bingyue again. He suddenly jumped on his horse without even bringing a sword, and ran away wildly.

Murong Bingyue passed by, waved his hand, and all the escorts put away their weapons. After getting on the horse, Murong Bingyue clasped her fists at the house and said, "The imperial envoy will be in the future."

Looking at Murong Bingyue's back as she left, Fang Ziyi felt something was wrong and said to herself: "This woman is not simple."

"Congratulations to the head of the umpire, finally sent this follower away."

Nangong Zemu usually likes to scold the corpses, but the corpses have no good impression of Nangong Zemu. Besides, Murong Bingyue is such a strange woman. Even if the corpses know that they have no hope at all, you can see that Nangong Zemu sticks to her heart.

The goddess is also very unhappy.

Murong Bingyue showed no joy. She looked at the direction where Nangong Zemu left and said to herself: "Brother Nangong, my little sister has no choice but to force me. I hope you don't blame me."

Meng Long, Bai Yuhu and others took Lei Chong's son to leave Xi'an City first, and this time they had arrived in Lintao. Dozens of people were riding on the road, and Meng Long saw the Jiangnan Escort Agency coming towards him from afar.
Chapter completed!