In more than seven years, the sword crazy is becoming stronger, and Wei Zhuang is the same.

"This time, I will never lose."

Jian Chi roared lowly, and the long sword suddenly made a whistle sound. After a set of sword moves, he quickly stabbed Wei Zhuang's chest.

On the sword blade, it seemed that a hazy mist appeared again, and it actually avoided the rain falling from the sky.

This sword is extremely sharp.

Wei Zhuang felt a strong danger sweeping across his body. Just as the other party's sword tip approached his chest, he subconsciously blocked the blade in front of his chest.

bite...

The tip of the sword stabbed the blade of the dragon head knife. Although it did not hurt Wei Zhuang's body, there was still a huge force pushing him several steps behind.

His chest was already stuffy and his brows were slightly frowning.

The sword cynical man on the other side did not stop, and lifted the long sword and flew towards Wei Zhuang, but was shattered by Wei Zhuang with a knife.

The two stood together again, and finally, under lightning and thunder, the sword and sword were accustomed to each other like magnets.

Both of them looked at each other with blood-red eyes and a ferocious look on their faces. At this moment, both of them seemed to be frozen in place for three seconds.

Uh uh uh...ah...

Both of them roared like wild animals.

Finally, the two separated again.

Bang...

The moment they parted, Wei Zhuang's full force burst into pieces actually slashed towards Jian Chi's shoulder. Jian Chi used a sword to block it. The huge force made his own sharp edge draw a blood mark on his shoulder.

Then Wei Zhuang drew his sword and slashed it out again, for a moment, and the sword monster retreated step by step.

“It’s the upper hand.”

Seeing this scene, Yuan Zhong couldn't help but clench his fists, and the passionate blood in his body also became restless.

Wei Zhuang is still the sword-crazy Wei Zhuang, the most evil god in Nanjiang, and it is definitely not a false reputation.

Seven years ago, Wei Zhuang was able to defeat the sword crazy, and seven years later, the same goes!

Sure enough, after Wei Zhuang ran away at this time, the sword magician retreated repeatedly, and even the rhythm of the sword magician was completely disrupted by Wei Zhuang.

The rhythm was chaotic and his heart was panicked. Jian Chi had no time to block Wei Zhuang's sword. A bloody wound was instantly cut by Wei Zhuang in front of his chest.

On this side, Liang Yan widened his eyes and suddenly several blue veins burst out from his forehead.

Next to him, his son Liang Chao was anxiously heard: "Dad, take action, Jian Chi is going to lose."

Liang Yan suddenly shuddered, as if he had made a major decision.

He turned his head suddenly and looked behind him.

Behind him were more than a dozen elite Liang family members, all of whom were good at it, and there was a person with bright eyes, especially a prominent figure.

“Hand it.”

Liang Yan suddenly gave the order, and the man quickly took out a gun. Liang Yan spent a lot of effort to get a black gun from the black market.

And this person is a veteran he has hired for a lot of money and has won a good ranking in the shooting competitions in the army.

From the time he took out his gun to the Weizhuang who was aiming there, it was less than a second.

A flash of lightning flashed through the air, and before the thunder sounded, the gunshot sounded first.
Chapter completed!