Now, Wei Zhuang can't wait to fight with Yang Dao, the main reason for losing is no longer to avenge his previous shame.

During this period, he locked himself in the villa day and night to practice swords. His main purpose was to avenge Gao Ying.

Yang Dao over there corrected the two swords in his hand and said, "You and I want to see Gao Ying's affairs. Speaking of which, she is also my wife."

Wei Zhuang smiled, laughing desolately, and said, "It's useless to say anything. Come on, double sword Yang Dao, let's fight happily today."

"It's either you die... it's just me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Zhuang had raised the dragon-headed knife in his hand and rushed towards Yang Dao.

Yang Dao took a step back and dodged Wei Zhuang's sword sideways. The dragon-headed knife slashed on a piece of tree stump behind him. With a bang, the stump cracked in half.

Compared with a month ago, Wei Zhuang's sword is now sharper, more ruthless and more domineering than before!

Yang Dao's eyes twitched, and his swords came out together, saying, "You are right. Today, either you die or I die!"

The cold swords danced around, and the cold wind blew around him, but it could not blow out the undefeated passionate blood.

It was late at night. When ordinary citizens in the city in the distance were already sleeping with their loved ones in their hearts, on the nameless deserted island thirty miles outside the city, a group of martial arts masters representing the top combat power in the entire south were sacrificed for their dreams, their goals, and their faith!

In this life, there are many opportunities to choose what path you should take, but once some roads are taken, they are destined to be bloody and no longer ordinary!

Golden playing cards were flying around, and every playing card was clean when it flew out, but when it was retrieved, it was stained with a trace of blood.

Luo Jin fought all the way, and there were more than twenty enemies who died in his hands. This general of the Heavenly King Hall possessed absolutely powerful strength, and he was a king no matter where he was.

The golden playing cards were sharper than daggers, and no ordinary master could survive a round trip under his hands.

But at this moment, a long sword suddenly picked up one of the pokers, and then split the other poker cards in half.

Luo Jin frowned and looked forward.

On the other side, Zuo Qiu was carrying a long sword and staring at Luo Jin.

"Southern, there has never been a flying master like you. Who are you?"

It is normal for Zuoqiu not to know Luo Jin. After all, Luo Jin has been developing overseas. After coming to Suhang, he never showed up again except to help Su Yuan resolve the crisis at the beginning.

Luo Jin smiled faintly and said, "It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is whether the sword in your hand can still catch the golden playing cards in my hand."

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Jin saw three golden playing cards appear in his hands like magic.

Then Luo Jin blinked his fingers and a golden playing card flew towards Zuoqiu in an instant.

Zuo Qiu's face condensed and he used his long sword to open the golden playing card again. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Luo Jin's second playing card had already arrived one after another.

Next is the third and fourth!

Each flying card is like Li Xunhuan's Little Li flying knife. Not only is it extremely fast, it has extremely lethality, but it also has a very tricky angle.

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