At this moment, beside a river dam on the lower reaches of Jiangcheng River.
Zhou Meng looked coldly at the beaten and dying Yang Black Panther, and said with a sneer:
"Yang Hepan, if I were you, I would be obedient and ask Qin Luo's wife out, otherwise, today next year will be your death anniversary!"
"Kill me. Even if I die, I won't betray Mr. Qin!" Yang Black Panther laughed and spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm onto Zhou Meng.
"Damn it, you're looking for death!" Zhou Meng was furious, grabbed Yang Hepan's neck and lifted him up.
"Yang Hepan, my Zhou family is the number one family in Jiangcheng. Qin Luo just ran away and became a martial arts master by chance. In my eyes, he is not even a piece of shit!"
"Now I will give you one last chance, beg me for mercy, and I will let you go!" Zhou Meng looked at Yang Black Panther coldly.
"Haha!" Yang Black Panther slowly raised his eyelids, a smile appeared on his face, and he spat in Zhou Meng's face again, "Dream!"
"Damn it, if I don't kill you today, I will take your surname!" Zhou Meng couldn't bear it anymore. He was a strong man in the divine realm, but he was spat out twice by a warrior. How could he endure this?
Just when he was about to strangle Yang Hepan to death, the river suddenly made a rustling sound, and the water began to ripple in the river, creating ripples.
Zhou Meng frowned and looked immediately, only to see a figure stepping on the water and coming towards this side quickly.
Hearing the sound, Yang Black Panther also slowly raised his eyelids.
When the figure became clearer and clearer in front of his eyes, he actually felt the hope of living.
"It's Mr. Qin! It's Mr. Qin! He's here to save me!"
"Qin Luo, you finally showed up. Today I want you to see your brother die in front of you!"
Zhou Meng shouted coldly, and began to exert more force on his hands, just when he was about to break Yang Hepan's neck.
He saw a wind blade coming directly towards him through the air.
So fast!
Zhou Meng shouted coldly, shook Yang Hebao away from his hand, and reached out to catch the wind blade.
With a swish sound, the wind blade directly cut Zhou Meng's arm, causing blood to flow out.
Seeing the wound on his arm, Zhou Meng suddenly became furious.
"Ah, Qin Luo, you are the first person to make my arm bleed!"
The next second, Zhou Meng shot out like a cannonball!
At the same time, he pulled out a sharp steel knife from his waist.
This is his personal weapon. It can cut iron like clay. It is extremely powerful.
Even the strongest masters can't resist this sword!
"Go to hell!" Zhou Meng shouted, the sword in his hand flashed, and he swept towards Qin Luo.
However, Qin Luo had his hands behind his back and remained motionless.
He didn't even blink his eyelids.
Yang Hepan thought Qin Luo was careless and quickly exclaimed: "Mr. Qin, be careful, this man's sword skills are extremely strong!"
Zhou Meng sneered: "Qin Luo, today I will let you see what the best sword in the world is!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the steel knife in his hand slashed fiercely at Qin Luo's chest.
Yang Black Panther let out a scream, and he seemed to be able to see Qin Luo being split in half with a knife.
Zhou Meng also had a sneer on his lips, "This Qin Luo doesn't even want to hide. It seems that he must have been out of courage!"
Zhou Meng already thought that he had a chance to win, but just when the sword light was about to fall on Qin Luo.
Qin Luo stretched out two fingers in an understatement, and with a slight movement, a stream of light air flow coiled around the fingertips, and the powerful steel knife stopped directly in the air.
Ah! What's going on?
Why did the knife stop in the air? Yang Black Panther's eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost.
Zhou Meng was also shocked. How could this happen?
Why can't the knife cut down?
Suddenly, his eyes showed a horrified expression, and he stared at Qin Luo's two fingers.
How is this possible?
You must know that this sword of yours has the power of a thousand pounds and can split even mountain peaks.
And Qin Luo, this kid, actually clamped the knife directly?
And you still use two fingers?
Zhou Meng didn't believe that all this was true. He shouted loudly and tried to pull out the steel knife.
Unexpectedly, he discovered that his steel knife seemed to be welded to death. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it at all!
What's going on?
Why can't the knife move?
Zhou Meng was in disbelief.
However, at this moment, Qin Luo suddenly said: "A waste like you is worthy of a knife?"
Zhou Meng was stunned, "What did you say?"
However, just the next second.
An extremely strong counter-shock force came towards Zhou Meng like a tide.
Zhou Meng tightly held the handle of the knife, but the force shook him away and flew more than ten meters away. The steel knife in his hand was also taken away by Qin Luo.
Zhou Meng's blood surged, and his originally arrogant and proud face was filled with shock.
"Took it away? The knife was taken away by him? How is this possible?"
Qin Luo smiled faintly across from him, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, the steel knife turned in a circle and fell into Qin Luo's hand.
Qin Luo held the handle of the knife, weighed his head in his hands, frowned, and said: "This knife is so rubbish!"