A silver light cut through the darkness and directly broke the ink of Yun Xingyuan!
Then a voice filled with indifference sounded.
"If my people in Long Pavilion do something wrong, the people in Long Pavilion will deal with it themselves. Outsiders are not qualified."
In the air, a man in plain clothes, carrying a long sword hidden in the scabbard, slowly fell in front of Wei Kai, confronting Yun Xingyuan.
"Damn, is this a movie? Why did that person float over?"
"This...is this a loss of Wia?"
"My mom, that's light skills! Light skills! It turns out that the light skills described in Chinese Kung Fu are real! Sure enough, ancient times don't deceive me!"
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The appearance of this man carrying a long sword caused a great sensation.
"He is the chief disciple of Long Pavilion, Wang Yuanwu! The sword sheath he carries, the five-clawed golden dragon pan, and the dragon head sword hilt are the symbols of the weapon of the chief disciple of Long Pavilion!"
When Li Ziran saw the man, she exclaimed in surprise.
These things are all available online.
It's not just him.
The tiger-headed spiritual pen in Yun Xingyuan's hand and the phoenix-bird broad sword in Nie Xuan's hand are all weapons worn by the chief disciples of Tiger and Fengge, symbolizing their noble identities!
"I didn't expect you would appear here too?"
Yun Xingyuan was not very panicked and said calmly: "He insulted me in the honor of Huge Pavilion, then he is qualified to punish him. Even if you, Wang Yuanwu, are there, I will say the same."
"You want to punish, in my eyes, is an excuse."
"It is the fact that the person who hurts me, Long Pavilion."
"If you insist on touching him, then it happens that we will have a battle sooner or later. So what will we do to advance this battle today?"
Wang Yuanwu did not regress at all.
In this case, face is something more important than life.
"Since that's the case, I have no objection."
Yun Xingyuan held the spiritual pen tightly in his hand, and his internal energy injected in, as if the tiger above seemed to be alive, making a tiger roar.
A huge momentum surged out from him.
It shocked everyone, felt dizzy and subconsciously ran back.
Wang Yuanwu's expression remained unchanged, and he just whispered: "The sword comes out!"
The long sword of the dragon handle behind it was unsheathed, and it flew into his hands like spirituality.
The sword emerged and the cold light burst out.
The moment he held the sword, his whole body seemed to have turned into a long sword, his eyes became sharp, and there was a sword wind circulating around him, which made the skin of the people around him hurt, and he was so scared that he quickly stepped back.
"This...is this the chief disciples of the two pavilions? The momentum they exudes is not something that ordinary people can tolerate?"
"Are they really going to fight? Will we be affected if this fight?"
"Aura pressure Bai Ling, is this the martial arts genius?"
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Everyone was shocked. No one expected that the two peak duels would meet in advance before the Lion Club!
The two men's aura was like fighting against each other, and they refused to give in to each other.