Afterwards, after some confession, each of them knew each other's identity.
Zhu Dashan is the only descendant of the Zhu family that dominates Southeast Asia.
Liu Xiaomei is the little princess of the Australian underground giant Liu family.
The strength and heritage of both families are extremely terrifying.
Each one taken individually would be more powerful than the so-called Sifang Clan in the Chinese martial arts world.
Not to mention the destruction of the Nangong family, there are only three families left in the Sifang family. Even if the Nangong family still exists, the Sifang family is all in peak condition, and together they are no match for any of the Liu family or the Zhu family.
This is the real behemoth.
However, they are very low-key, very few people know about them, and their main scope of activities is overseas, so that almost no one in the Chinese martial arts community still remembers these two real thousand-year-old families.
After confessing their respective family backgrounds to each other, people on both sides naturally stopped being hostile.
and decided to take joint action.
Of course, the so-called joint action is just one person from one side. After all, what we are dealing with is just an ant with no identity background, who can be crushed to death with just one finger.
On Liu Xiaomei's side, it was her second brother Liu Erdao who took action.
On Zhu Dashan's side, it was Davian, the former mercenary king, who took action.
As for the others, they stayed temporarily in a hotel next to the community and waited for news.
"Mr. Davian, I heard that you were the mercenary king of the dark world in the west. You are really powerful." Liu Erdao and Davian walked towards Jiang Muyang's house, chatting along the way.
The two of them had not known each other before, and they still felt a bit sympathetic to each other.
Davian spoke fluent Chinese: "King of mercenaries, that was a long, long time ago. Now I am just an ordinary follower of Mr. Zhu. Mr. Liu, your sword skills are very fast, I admire you."
Liu Erdao said with a smile: "Your spear is also very sharp."
"Haha, why don't we compete to see who can get that kid's head." Davian suggested.
"OK."
Liu Erdao readily agreed.
While the two were talking, they had already appeared near the fragrant spring on the left bank.
"That's where the Jiang family lives." Liu Erdao pointed to the villa by the river.
Davian licked his lips, "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go."
Both were very relaxed.
Because this task is simply within their reach for them.
Needless to say, Davian was once a veritable king of mercenaries in the dark world of the West. Not only did he have terrifying strength, but he was also extremely experienced. He once assassinated the number one figure in a small country alone, and also sneaked into the most heavily defended country.
He has stolen target items from the royal palace, and has also dived hundreds of meters deep into the ocean to explore ancient sunken ships. There are no scenes that he has never seen before, and there are no enemies that he has never encountered.
Although Liu Erdao didn't have any famous achievements, he was trained by his father's devil since he was a child. He truly passed the test of blood and fire. He improved step by step, became stronger step by step, and his basic skills became more solid.
Calm mentality.
It would be too easy for two people to kill someone in this city.
Not to mention just an ordinary citizen.
Even if they are military bosses, political giants, or underworld leaders, it doesn't matter.
It's not enough to describe how easy it is to pick things up.
But just when the two took two steps, a steady and powerful voice suddenly sounded from the darkness.
"Friend, stop."
Suddenly.
Liu Erdao and Davian stopped and looked around cautiously.
The sound was not far away and was very clear.
But they didn't notice each other's presence.
This can only explain one problem.
This person is not simple.
Definitely a strong one.
next moment.
Slight footsteps sounded, and a burly figure walked out of the shadows. Under the moonlight and street lights, half of his face was bright and half of his face was dark.
I can't see the whole picture clearly, but I can tell that this man is tall and burly, with strong facial lines and strong stubble.
He wears retro clothes and looks like a middle-aged man. Although he doesn't make any extreme moves, he exudes an extremely fierce and violent aura, as if a tiger is lying on a hill and can kill the prey in front of him at any time!
"Who are you?" Liu Erdao asked in a deep voice.
Staring at that figure.
At the same time, both hands reached the lower back and grabbed the handles of the double knives.
Davian is also ready to take action at any time.
The burly middle-aged man put his hands behind his back, looked sternly, and said indifferently: "My name is Panlong!"
"You two, this is not the place you should be here. Leave and I will pretend nothing happened."
"Otherwise, die!"
Panlong's voice was not high-pitched, but it was extremely domineering.
This is the momentum of the ancient power.
With just a few words, Liu Erdao and Davian felt the pressure.
They looked at each other.
Although Panlong's momentum was very strong, they couldn't just return empty-handed.
The Liu family and the Zhu family are not small families.
"I also advise you, get out of the way and stay out of the way, otherwise you won't even have a chance to regret it!"
As Liu Erdao spoke, he slowly drew out his two swords.
There are two knives, one big and one small. The snow-white blades reflect the cold light in the moonlight.
It also exudes a fierce momentum.
"Get out! Otherwise, die!"
Davian also took out his golden spear and pointed it at Panlong from a distance, locking it with a fierce momentum.
Panlong was not angry and slowly shook his head.
At this moment.
A voice sounded in his mind.
"Leave your life, I have something to ask."
It was Jiang Muyang's voice.
Panlong nodded slightly towards the villa.
Then, he turned to look at Liu Erdao and Davian.
He raised his hand and hooked his fingers at the two of them.
"Come, let me see your strength."
Hear the words.
Liu Erdao and Davian focused their gazes at the same time and rushed out.
A short figure used both swords to attack Panlong's three lower steps.
One suddenly rose up, with the spear in hand, like a giant dragon striking, directly taking out the Panlong's head.
Although the two met on the first day, they were both strong immigrants after all, and they formed a tacit understanding in an instant.
Faced with the joint attack of the two men, Panlong remained unhurried. He took half a step back with his left leg, raised his right hand, clenched his fingers suddenly, and actually caught the golden spear that was about to explode.
This moment.
Davian's body suddenly stopped.
The thrust of the spear was stopped instantly, as if there was an unshakable god in front of him!
His entire body was off balance.
My heart is like a stormy sea, surging endlessly.
Because Davian took the initiative to attack, not only with a full burst of force, but also with the effects of inertia and sprinting, Panlong just stood there quietly and directly blocked his attack.
But he was as steady as a mountain, without any sway.
So strong!
at the same time.
Liu Erdao's double-sword offensive is also close at hand.
Facing his attack, Panlong was even more simple and rude, raising his leg and stamping down hard.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound came.
The violent energy burst out suddenly.
It actually gave Liu Erdao the feeling of facing a tornado. The directions of both swords were forcibly changed at the same time, and even he could not keep steady.
He could only quickly insert the short knife into the ground to keep it stable, and at the same time use the long knife to slash at Panlong's legs.
Panlong sneered.
Holding the golden spear, he slammed it into the ground.
The golden spear and Davian were all thrown to the ground by him, and collided fiercely with Liu Erdao.
The two of them had the feeling of being hit by a meteorite at the same time.
Muscles tremble, bones rise, energy and blood surge, and dizziness occurs.