Chapter 39 Arrogant Capital 2

As soon as the words fell, Qiao Yun dragged out the worn Xuantian broken knife from the ring in the air, holding the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, and the blue veins on the back of his hand seemed to burst...

And when the middle-aged man was about to rush to 'teach' the young and frivolous young man in blue, he was pulled by the red-haired man and whispered; "Be careful, Lord Ning died under his big broken knife..."

The middle-aged man, who was overwhelmed by anger, was suddenly stunned and woke up from his anger. He glanced at the inconspicuous Xuantian broken knife. When looking at the bulging blue veins on the back of Qiao Yun's hands, he also took a deep breath and sighed; "The big broken knife looked at Ordinary, I didn't expect it to be so heavy..."

Looking at the hesitation of the two of them, Qiao Yun sneered; "What? Are you guilty and afraid?

"Are you afraid? Damn, I want to fight against the two seven-level strong men with the broken knife in my hand. It's simply whimsical. The corners of his eyes twitched fiercely, and the middle-aged man's body shook, and the chill came out of his body. The cold air turned into an armor to protect his body.

"Er, practice ice skills." Qiao Yun faintly sensed that the fighting spirit in his body seemed to be a little uncontrollable, and looked at the middle-aged man with a stunned face.

"Ice thorn."

With the loud drinking, five ice thorns like swords came directly to Qiao Yun.

Qiao Yun's look suddenly stunned, his hands tightly grasping the handle of the knife, and Xuantian blocked the knife in front of him.

"Ding, Ding, Ding..." There was a harsh sound. Although the five ice thorns were blocked, Qiao Yun was still in pain, because the two palms holding the handle of the knife were frozen and stiff. When the ice thorns were broken, the force of the broken ice was also quite horrible. When the broken ice scratched the palm of the hand, it left sharp wounds and blood flowed out.

Now in the face of the two seventh-level strongmen, Qiao Yun did not dare to neglect at all and discussed with the black loach in the sleeve robe for a moment.

Immediately, the hard side of his hands holding the handle of the knife, and the drops of water that stayed on the knife body splashed out. Qiao Yun used his martial arts and flashed out of thin air. Suddenly, the red-haired man appeared on the side. His hands struggled to lift the Xuantian broken knife and hit the top of the red-haired man's head, and shouted for forgiveness; "Go to hell."

The whining wind sounded through the air, and the long red hair danced wildly. The red-haired man's face was pale, and he didn't care about his identity and quickly flashed hundreds of feet away.

"Boom..." Xuantian's broken knife fell off his palm and fell to the ground. Immediately, five men were slammed into a pool of meat foam by Xuantian's broken knife before they could avoid it.

Qiao Yun, floating in the flashing air, was constantly gasping, and the sweat on his face rolled down, staring coldly at the two seventh-level strong men...

"Ky, you can go to hell." For Qiao Yun's abrupt want to kill himself, the red-haired man was so angry that his face turned pale, and his palm turned into a hand knife, and the hand knife with a faint green light cut Qiao Yun's neck.

Just as the red-haired man cut Qiao Yun's neck, a golden streamer rose from Qiao Yun's sleeve robe, and his sharp claws waved to the red-haired man.

"Tear...." The sharp claws cut the clothes on the abdomen, leaving a dozen shallow grooves. The red-haired man staddled, his heart suddenly, and his palms quickly withdrew. His feet stepped in the virtual, and quickly retreated several feet. Looking at the wound in his abdomen, he sighed, "It's so close that he almost fell into the hands of this little animal... I didn't expect there to be such a powerful warcraft. Speaking of this, the red-haired man looked at the black ryo on Qiao Yun's shoulder in horror.

It looks naive and harmless, but it is actually a murderous little beast.

When he saw that the red-haired man was not successfully assassinated, Jia Laoliu then picked up a big knife.

"Let me do it. I want him to pay for Leng Yue's life."

When the roar fell, a big knife with cold light hit Qiao Yun's head.

A soft sword like a streamer seemed to shoot from the edge of the sky, directly piercing Lao Liu's throat, and died without even screaming.

The soft sword rotated around the air for a week and flew back.

A burly figure appeared over the distance, with a pair of wings behind it, and the two wings flapping the void and flying towards Langya City.

"Marty maniac? I didn't expect him to come?" Because the distance is too far, although Qiao Yun can't see his appearance clearly, Qiao Yun is also sure that the pair of wings carried from his back is also a martial arts maniac in time.

When the six knives of Fang Jia came, Qiao Yun was also ready to use martial arts teleportation to change the position, but he didn't expect that Yan Xi, a martial arts maniac, would come out to Langya City.

Jia Laoliu and the cold moon killed by Qiao Yun were also the right-hand man. He never thought that he would kill a Cheng Yaojin halfway, which not only 'saved' the young man, but also killed Jia Laoliu.

"Leo Liu..." The middle-aged man roared and looked at the body that fell to the ground in horror.

The martial artist flew to Qiao Yun's side and said coldly, "Qiao Yun, are you all right?"

The Wu Kuangren arrived in time, and Qiao Yun was also very grateful; "Wu Kuangren, after the previous wolf tooth city crisis was resolved..."

"Good..." The cold eyes glanced at Qiao Yun, and the martial arts maniac said in a Hongzhong-like voice, "Qiao Yun, you and I still have an unwinnable duel, so no one is allowed to kill you before you and I have a duel, because you are the only one who can witness my own strength..."

"Uh, the best person to witness strength?" Qiao Yun couldn't help smiling.

The middle-aged man and the red-haired man looked at each other for a moment, and the middle-aged man said, "Who are you? Why did you block our work?

"Why do you stop you from doing things? Then I'll tell you, I'm a martial arts madman, a madman who has fought for martial arts all my life. As for why I intervened in this matter, that is, I came for Qiao Yun, because I still have a duel with him..." The cold eyes glanced at the two people in front of him, and Yan Xihou, a martial arts maniac, shouted.

"What a martial arts madman, what a madman who fights for martial arts, I didn't expect that there would be such an arrogant person." The middle-aged man laughed.

"Crazy is the nature of my martial arts madman, but my martial arts madman has arrogant capital. Not to mention that the seventh-level strongman is the eighth-level man, and I still ignore it." The martial arts man shouted coldly.

And when Qiao Yun, who was on one side, heard what the Wu Kuangren said, cold sweat also rolled out. The Wu Kuangren was indeed arrogant, and even such big words could be said unscrupulously.

Being despised by the martial arts maniac, the middle-aged man turned pale with anger and shouted for forgiveness; "Then I want to see what arrogant capital you have..." After saying that, the middle-aged man stepped twice and attacked the martial arts man with his cold claws.

In the face of the attack of the seventh-level strongman, the martial arts man was still arrogant and shouted, "Qiao Yun, this guy will be handed over to me to deal with, and the red hair will be handed over to you. Don't let me down..."

Speaking of this, the five fingers of the martial arts madman bent into claws, and a strong suction appeared in the palm of his hand, sucking the soft sword obliquely inserted on the ground in his hand and shouted; "The martial arts madman will let you see the realm of martial arts and the mystery of martial arts..."

The soft sword in his hand swings lightly, and the soft sword wrapped around the middle-aged man's body like a rope and stabbed the middle-aged man in the back.

"Such a soft sword?" Looking at the soft sword in the hand of the martial arts man, the middle-aged man suddenly looked stunned. Immediately, he ran a fighting spirit and formed an ice wall against his back.

"K, K, K..." The soft sword pierced the ice wall and stabbed it in the back as if it were invincible. The middle-aged man's face was shocked, and the cold air condensed five ice thorns floated in front of his chest and shouted in a low voice; "Ice thorn."

The martial arts man hurriedly withdrew his soft sword, waved it twice, and smashed five ice thorns.

And Qiao Yun is fighting against the red-haired man.

The red-haired man looked at the golden beast on Qiao Yun's shoulder with caution and almost died under the claws of the beast.