Alas!

The moment Chen Ning saw the vulture taking action, he exclaimed in surprise.

As soon as a master takes action, he will know if there is any.

This vulture who seems to be an ordinary gangster is actually a not simple master.

Chen Ning took a step back and easily avoided the fierce sword of the vulture.

The real name of the vulture is Qiu Long. He has practiced swords since he was a child. A scimitar has been trained to a superb level by him.

He is known as the King of Swords in the West. He has been traversing the West for more than ten years and rarely encounters enemies.

Chen Ning was surprised that Qiu Long was a master!

Little did they know that at this moment, Qiu Long's heart was even more shocked.

Qiu Long used 70% of his strength in that move just now. He originally planned to deal with Chen Ning cleanly with one strike.

But what shocked him was that his knife that he was determined to win was actually avoided by Chen Ning easily and casually.

Meet the strong one!

Qiu Long thought to himself: Chen's ten million is indeed not easy to make, and Chen Ning is indeed not easy to kill.

At this time, he was shocked and moved his feet quickly. He scimitar in his hand quickly passed by, launching a storm-like attack on Chen Ning.

Chen Ning was like walking in the garden, or like the willow catkins floating in the wind, easily and calmly avoiding all Qiu Long's attacks.

Chen Ning took a counterattack the moment he avoided Qiu Long's attacks.

Chen Ning bounced his fingers on the other party's scimitar like lightning!

when!

A crisp sound!

The scimitar in Qiu Long's hand shattered like glass.

Qiu Long's pupils dilated, his face full of horror.

Chen Ning flew up again and hit Qiu Long in the chest.

Bang!

Qiu Long flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground, vomiting out a mouthful of blood.

Chen Ning looked at Qiu Long condescendingly and said coldly: "Depending on your skills, you are not a gangster in the market, you should be a master of famous masters."

"Who sent you?"

Qiu Long's expression changed drastically and hesitated: "I don't know what you said..."

Chen Ning said coldly: "If you don't want to say it, then I will only break all your hands and feet. Even if you are cured, you will be half a useless person. Not to mention returning to the peak level, even if you swing your knife, it will be a problem."

Qiu Long's face turned pale when he heard this!

Beauties are most afraid of being disfigured, and knights are most afraid of being deposed.

He is the King of Knife in the West and loves to practice swords with a whisper. If he really destroys him and fails to practice swords, it will be more uncomfortable than killing him.

Chen Ning said coldly: "Tell me, who sent you here?"

Qiu Long gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "Second Master Chen Qi, Chen Benlei, he gave me 10 million and asked me to find a chance to kill you. It would be better not to let people know that it has something to do with them Chen Qi."

Chen Ning frowned slightly when he heard this, then stretched out and said calmly: "It turns out it's Chen's family, you can leave."

"Thank you Mr. Chen for not killing me!"

Qiu Longru received a general amnesty and thanked Chen Ning. Then he covered his injured chest and stumbling away with a few followers.

But Qiu Long didn't go far, and suddenly he was stopped by a group of people.

Qiu Long raised his head and saw the person who blocked his way, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Master Chen Er!"

That's right, it was Chen Benlei and his subordinates who blocked Qiu Long's way.

Chen Benlei looked at Qiu Long with an expressionless face and said coldly: "Qiu Long, you, the King of Western Swords, not only have you become a false name, but also as timid as a mouse. You disappointed me very much."

Qiu Long was shocked and suspicious when he heard this: "Mr. Chen, I..."
Chapter completed!