Qin Tian held the silver wire in his hand, looked at Gu Changfeng, and sneered: "The first move."

Gu Changfeng was shocked. What made him even more incredible was that he subconsciously pulled hard.

The fly whisk was caught in Qin Tian's hand, and it seemed to be embedded in a stone, motionless.

How is this possible?

"Gu Changfeng, why are you hesitating?"

"Use your trump card!" In the distance, Wei Tianhe was surprised and shouted excitedly.

Gu Changfeng reacted, roared, turned the hand holding the handle of the whisk, and pulled out a thin sword from it with a click.

Although the blade of the sword is very thin, it shines with cold light, like a poisonous snake waking up from hibernation.

"I'll kill you!" In his roar, he stabbed Qin Tian's throat with an extremely vicious sword.

The sword is hidden in the whisk, and it catches the enemy by surprise.

Qin Tian was right in front of him, not to mention that he was still holding a fly whisk in his hand.

Tietou and the others' hearts jumped into their throats.

Qin Tian's expression remained unchanged, as if he had expected it. He laughed loudly, moved his wrist, and knocked the whisk pole towards the thin sword in Gu Changfeng's hand.

With a clang, the metal whisk handle hit the sword body. The thin long sword was bounced away.

Gu Changfeng exclaimed, but before he could react, suddenly, a wisp of silver thread came towards his face.

It turned out that it was Qin Tian who used the silver thread on his fly whisk to attack him.

"ah!"

In a hurry, Gu Changfeng subconsciously waved the sword in his hand, trying to cut the oncoming silver thread.

He forgot that the silver thread on it was real silver thread, not silver thread.

What's more, now in Qin Tian's hands, every silver thread is stronger than steel.

With a bang, the long sword hit the silver wire and was bounced away.

The next second, there was a burning pain on the face.

He exclaimed and opened it, wiping it with his hand. His hand was covered with blood and he couldn't help but stay there.

Through a large mirror in the distance of the hotel lobby, he saw blood stains all over his face. It was really being brushed with an iron brush.

How is this possible?

For a moment, everyone's eyes widened. You could hear a needle drop at the scene.

"OK!"

"Brother Tian is mighty!"

"Well played!"

"Hahahaha, you saw it. This is the great protector of our Thirteen Kings!"

"Why don't you kneel down and surrender, and ask for a lighter sentence!"

Everyone in the Tietou Gang burst into cheers.

In contrast, Jiao Liang, Wei Tianhe and others were pale and full of disbelief.

"Master Yang, it seems that you need to take action today!" Zhao Kong gritted his teeth and said.

Yang Dao didn't speak. He stared at Qin Tian with a gloomy face, not knowing what he was thinking.

"The second move."

"Do you want to continue?" Qin Tian looked at Gu Changfeng and sneered again.

Gu Changfeng gritted his teeth and said nothing. His face changed uncertainly, sometimes pale and sometimes red.

Today, in front of so many people, this was a serious setback. Although he was not convinced, what made him feel desperate was that facing Qin Tian, ​​he felt as if he was facing mountains or facing the sea.

For a moment, I couldn't muster the courage to resist.

"Master Yang, please uphold justice!" Wei Tianhe was shocked and asked Yang Dao for help again.

As the top master of the Hu family, the largest wealthy family in Hanzhong in the past, Yang Dao has not made a move in public for many years.

Although his name does not appear on the list of the top ten masters in Hanzhong, even the number one master does not dare to look down upon him.

No one knows how far Yang Dao has reached in his cultivation.

At this moment, he is the only hope to subdue Qin Tian.

Under the stalemate, Yang Dao stood up.

However, strangely enough, he did not take action. Instead, he said with a smile: "You are worthy of being the great protector of the Thirteen Iron Kings of the God King Palace!"

"Mr. Qin, you have opened our eyes!"
Chapter completed!