Liu Chi brushed his sleeves and said incredulously: "You can actually find this place."
Yan Xitong gave him a sneer in return: "Pei Yuan can figure out where I will appear from, can't I guess where you will go?"
In fact, Yan Xitong is also a master. Although he does not have Pei Yuan's innate ability to predict the future, he once apprenticed with a guy called the God of Calculation, and he can also do some strange calculations.
But now is not the time to be surprised. Now that Yan Xitong has found me, he will definitely not give up. Especially after Pei Yuan and Liu Chi have suffered so much these days, they have to fight.
Of course, this is the best result.
Pang Xiu said calmly: "Young man, why are you so angry? The scenery here is so beautiful, do you have to destroy it?"
Yan Xitong sneered: "Old man, I let you off the hook last time in Dupanngling. If you dare to stop me today, I will never be lenient."
"What a loud tone. When your Grandpa Di Qing went to the battlefield to kill the enemy, you and your brother Yan Xiaoqing didn't know where they were." After saying that, Di Qing drew his sword and stepped forward, like a tiger that kept breaking through the gate, swishing towards Yan Xi.
Hitomi rushed over.
The sword in his hand was made of black iron, weighing a full eighty kilograms. It could be used as both a sword and a swordsman. When Di Qing used all his strength to chop it down, Yan Xitong reacted slowly and stretched out two swords.
Di Qing couldn't move with just a pinch of his fingers.
"This... this is impossible." Di Qing was sweating profusely. He never expected that the winner would be determined by just one move.
Yan Xitong glanced at him contemptuously: "Do you want to continue?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was only a clear cracking sound, and the dark iron sword that had accompanied Di Qing in his wars for many years instantly broke into two pieces.
Di Qing held the handle of the knife blankly, and after looking at it for a long time, he let out a cry of pain.
"My sword, my sword...you actually broke it...you actually broke him..."
"General Di, my condolences." Liu Chiruo fell beside Di Qing like a breeze, and picked up Di Qing with his crystal clear hands and easily pulled him up from the ground.
Di Qing was no match for us, which really surprised us, but Di Qing, who lost, said reluctantly: "Give me the other half...Give me back."
Yan Xitong was not embarrassed, his fingers shook slightly, and the broken sword that stayed on the fingertips flew towards Pang Xiu's direction with a whoosh.
The lightning speed made me take a breath, and just as I was about to stop him, Pang Xiu was actually faster than me. The old hand in his sleeves lightly swiped in mid-air, and the murderous blade instantly stayed obediently.
He pointed.
When Di Qing saw this, he hurriedly ran over and held it with both hands: "My sword, my sword."
"Just stay here and ask the craftsmen to repair it for you later." Pang Xiu said slowly.
As expected of Pang Xiu, facing such a powerful enemy, he could remain calm to such an extent.
This approach also shocked Yan Xitong. He narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "The old guy is quite powerful."
Pang Xiu waved his hands with a smile on his face: "I'm old, I'm old, how can I compare with you young people?"
I almost collapsed on the sidelines, Mr. Pang Xiu, when are you going to gossip about family affairs? Didn’t you see that Yan Xitong was already preparing for his luck?
"If the former king really wants to fight, he might as well change his place."
What? Pang Xiu wanted to go up and compete with Yan Xitong? I was about to stop him, but Liu Chi pulled me back: "I'm always strong, so I'm not afraid."
I looked at him suspiciously, are you sure you're not flattering me?
