"Mad...Mad Dragon?"

Gui Ling widened his eyes and looked at Li Shier in disbelief: "Are you a crazy dragon?"

"No!"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he said to himself: "The Crazy Dragon is dead, don't pretend here!"

Bang!

He slapped his shoulder with a palm.

A large amount of black blood flowed out from the wound.

That was the poison on Nangong Ruyan's silver needle.

At this time, Gui Ling had already been forced out.

"Li Shier, hand over the Divine Dragon Cauldron!"

He took out the pen holder from his arms and crushed it.

Fakes!

"I said, I'm a crazy dragon."

Li Shier said lightly, and gently flicked the golden sword with his fingers.

"If you don't believe it, I have no choice."

"I just told these three women." Gui Ling held the sword in both hands, and was murderous: "Once my sword is unsheathed, it will inevitably be stained with blood!"

"Yeah?"

Li Shier pointed at the scabbard on his waist: "This is not fair. After all, the sword was unsheathed before I came."

"What do you mean?"

Gui Ling frowned slightly.

"Put the sword back." Li Shier pointed at the long sword in his hand: "Since it is unsheathed and it must be stained with blood. Then whether I give it to you or not, it seems that it will be impossible to escape death."

clang!

Guiling Changshang returns to the sheath.

He is very confident.

And after thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is indeed the truth.

"This is my last chance."

He said coldly: "If you don't want your women to die, you can play tricks with me. But you have to understand that no one can pass my sword quickly."

Nangong Ruyan is already dying, and the remaining two women are burdens.

Gui Ling had every reason to believe that Li Shier planned to surrender.

Although this does not match the information in the intelligence, Gui Ling himself is a master.

A peerless master.

East Asian ninjutsu master, Taishan Beidou-level figure!

Of course I have this confidence.

Otherwise, how could he dare to sit in the upper seat when he was in the deep cold?

That's a top killer organization!

"Although I don't know who you are, those who can be so confident must be top experts."

Li Shier raised his right hand and slowly let go: "You are the first person to dare to say in front of me that no one can surpass your sword quickly."

Dang!

The Great Zhou Lanye Sword fell to the ground.

More than a dozen floors were shattered.

"I admire you. Your style of doing things is different from the rumors outside." Gui Ling nodded and stretched out his hand: "At least, you are very conscious of the current affairs. You know that you can't beat me, so you know how to put down your weapons actively."

He must kill a person.

At least he could leave a complete body for the other party.

"What did you say?"

Li Shier raised his eyebrows and said, "Why should I give up? Will I bear it if you hit her?"

He pointed to Nangong Ruyan, who was lying on the sofa and had a pale face, shook his head and said, "I am a little jealous and hold the most revenge!"

"Then why did you put down your weapons?"

Gui Ling said with disdainful expression: "You are not as good as that woman."

Although Nangong Ruyan has lost, Gui Ling admires it very much.

It was also the first time he had experienced the brilliance of Qingling Mountain people.

"You are insulting me."

Li Shier's face turned a little dark.

"No, I'm just saying the facts." Gui Ling held the sword's hilt with his right hand and tapped his middle finger: "But this is not embarrassing at all. After all, you are dead end with a sword. Strictly speaking, this is not an insult to you."

He is a master of ninjutsu!

Even though he was injured, he never took all his strength!

Shrinking the ground into an inch is the essence of his ninjutsu.

"I think we're a little misunderstood."

Li Shier slowly unbuttoned the buttons on the cuffs of his shirt and said lightly: "I mean, if I kill you, I still need to use a sword? You are an insult to the crazy dragon."

"Then go and die!"

Gui Ling narrowed his eyes and suddenly drew his sword with his right hand!

clang!

The next moment.

Li Shier quickly jumped forward, pulled Gui Ling out half of the sword with his right hand, and pressed him back!

"At my house, did you draw your sword and pass by me?"

Bang!

After saying that, he punched him!

thump!

Gui Ling, who was unprepared, was directly hit in the face with this punch.

The whole person fell to the ground and his nose bleeded everywhere.

"You... are you really crazy dragon?"

With just one move, the self-confidence that Gui Ling burst out disappeared!

"I said, what does it have to do with me, Kuanglong?" Li Shier put one hand on his back, stretched out his other hand, and hooked his fingers: "Spicy chicken!"

"What did you say!"

Gui Ling's face changed wildly!

He is a master of East Asian ninjutsu and Taishan Beidou, the kendo world!

Even Marshal Shenhan had to speak politely to him.

Now, he was actually insulted by a teenager?

The longer a person becomes famous, the more unbearable it is in his heart.

"court death!"

The face of the spirit is as cold as frost!

He held the hilt of the sword in his right hand and drew the sword for the second time!

This speed is as fast as lightning!

Swish!

Just as his sword was about to be unsheathed, Li Shier disappeared like a ghost.

clang!

Then, behind Guiling, he slapped his palm on the hilt of the sword!

Click!

The sound of bone fractures clearly reached everyone's ears in the room.
To be continued...