Xue Hui smiled lightly and shook his head: "Haha, there is no need to say it so harshly. I call those who understand current affairs a hero. Xia Kuihu, if you also defect to the Tianhai Chamber of Commerce, I believe that with your strength, you will definitely become the backbone of the chamber of commerce.
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"I bother!"
Xia Kuihu sneered: "Xue Hui, you were a big manager in the Zijin Chamber of Commerce back then. Now you have been in the Tianhai Chamber of Commerce for several years. How come you haven't become the backbone of the Chamber of Commerce? Instead, you have become someone else's dog?"
"You also call this a surrender to the Ming Lord?
I guess I regret it a lot. The more I mess around, the worse I am."
When he said this, the murderous intent in his eyes was extremely cold.
Xue Hui was a senior member of the Zijin Chamber of Commerce, but later betrayed the Xia family and defected to the Tianhai Chamber of Commerce. The Zijin Chamber of Commerce would never be soft on traitors.
"You still have to be stubborn when you are about to die."
Xue Hui was hit at a sore spot and sneered ferociously: "Killing you all tonight will definitely be a great achievement for me and I will be promoted to the backbone of the Tianhai Chamber of Commerce."
"With your defeated general, do you still have these wastes?"
Xia Kuihu walked up with murderous intent and glanced coldly at the swordsmen around him, his eyes filled with violent evil energy.
Take one step forward.
Bang! Overbearing fist power burst out from his body, and the muscles all over his body were beating like a horned dragon.
"The artistic conception of boxing!"
Xue Hui was suddenly startled, and then said with a sinister smile: "I didn't expect that your boxing strength has improved so rapidly in the past few years, but you still cannot escape death after all."
Said.
Xue Hui suddenly bowed into the darkness and said, "Mr. Fan, please take action on this person. As for the other ants, leave them to us."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold wind blew through the darkness, as sharp as a sharp blade.
I saw a middle-aged man with a stubble, wearing a Tang suit and canvas shoes, walking slowly from behind. The man's forward movement seemed casual, but it was filled with a cold light.
The cold light came from the long sword he held in his arms.
When Xue Hui saw the man, he quickly smiled flatteringly and said, "Mr. Fan, you just need to kill this man, and we will take care of the rest."
"Don't go to so much trouble. I'll take care of these people by the way. Your people are interested in Xia Qingya, so just let her run away in the chaos."
The man holding the sword spoke indifferently, with a coercion that was worse than rejection.
Xue Hui didn't dare to refuse and nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, then it's all Mr. Fan's fault."
The man holding the sword crossed Xue Hui and others and looked at Xia Kuihu and others in front of him with indifferent eyes. His eyes were as cold as looking at a dead person.
Xia Kuihu's whole body tensed up instantly. He looked at the man holding the sword and suddenly trembled: "Are you... Fan Jinlong?"
"you know me?"
The man holding the sword raised his head and asked coldly.
"We know you. Back then, at the Ji Jian Martial Arts Hall in Jiangbei, I met you, the master of the Ji Jian Martial Arts Hall, who struck instantly with a sword. At that time, you had already understood the will of the sword."
As Xia Kuihu spoke, beads of sweat covered his forehead, and his heart had sunk to the bottom.
Fan Jinlong, this man was already a martial arts master who understood the sword intention five years ago. Now that five years have passed, the opponent's sword intention must have become more powerful.
And he had barely touched the threshold of the artistic conception of boxing.
The gap between the two of them is huge! Fan Jinlong looked over indifferently and said: "Since we know each other, I'll give you a chance to commit suicide, otherwise I will cut off your heart later, which will cause some pain."
"Mr. Fan..." Xia Kuihu said with beads of sweat on his forehead, "Mr. Fan, I don't know what conditions Tianhai Chamber of Commerce has given you. If you are willing, I, Zijin Chamber of Commerce, can pay double the price."
"Yeah?"
Fan Jinlong said calmly: "Tianhai Chamber of Commerce promised to give me a 400-year-old blood ginseng. If you can come up with two, I will spare your life."
Four hundred years of blood ginseng is of infinite value, at least worth 200 million.
And for martial arts masters, money is secondary. This 400-year-old blood ginseng is an extremely precious treasure for any warrior, and it is even the basis for them to attack the martial arts master.
Xia Kuihu said with some embarrassment: "Mr. Fan, how about... or Zijin Chamber of Commerce will give you 500 million Chinese coins, which is twice as valuable as blood ginseng."
"No, I just want blood ginseng."
Fan Jinlong looked over and said, "Since you don't have one, get ready to hit the road."
The words fell to the ground.
"Zheng!"
He suddenly drew his sword, and a clear sword sound resounded, turning into a sharp cold light and attacking him.
"Protect the eldest lady!"
Xia Kuihu shouted violently and led people to block the front.
"Ridiculous!"
Fan Jinlong's eyes flashed with cold light, he held a long sword and rushed into the crowd with a sharp sword light.
Pfft! Almost in one encounter, the three bodyguards clutched their throats and died instantly.
A martial arts master who understands the artistic conception of swordsmanship, has an extremely strong physical body, coupled with keen senses, he can dodge even bullets. How can these bodyguards compete?
Swish, swish! The sword light flashed and blood sputtered.
More than a dozen corpses fell in a pool of blood, all of them killed with one strike. The rich smell of blood turned this place into a Shura hell.
"Pfft..." Xia Kuihu opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His whole body was covered with sword marks, and even the stainless steel glove in his hand was chopped into pieces.
After just one meeting, all the bodyguards around him were dead.
"Too weak. How can you, a warrior with rudimentary fist skills, fight against me?"
Fan Jinlong said calmly: "You didn't appreciate the opportunity to commit suicide before, so now, I will let you taste the pain of having your heart pulse severed."
He raised his sword and stabbed forward lightly, and the sharp sword light filled it.
"Damn it!"
"Miss, you run quickly, I'll hold these people back."
Xia Kuihu turned his head and shouted loudly, then gritted his teeth, a surge of blood flowed from his face, his eyes were bloodshot, he was furious, and his violent aura gradually emitted.
"Have courage."
Fan Jinlong smiled lightly: "You dare to reverse the martial arts aura and strive for a moment of explosion. Unfortunately, you still don't understand the truth."
"Thousands of martial arts, sword cultivators are the best at attacking."
"No matter how hard you struggle, it's all in vain. Die!"
As soon as the words fell to the ground, the sword's light suddenly surged, and its dangerous aura reached its extreme in an instant.
"Pfft."
Xia Kuihu opened his mouth and spit out blood. His breath suddenly became weak. Seeing that his strongest methods were useless, his heart sank to the bottom.
He was about to kill the owl with a sword, but suddenly there was a whistling sound in the darkness, and with a "clang", Xue Jinlong's long sword was directly swung away.
What swung the sword away was just an extremely ordinary stone! "Who is it?"
Fan Jinlong's cold eyes narrowed and he suddenly looked to the side.
In the darkness, a delicate figure gradually emerged.
"Who are you?"
Fan Jinlong frowned and turned to look at Xue Hui for the answer.
Xue Hui was also a little confused and responded: "Mr. Fan... I don't know this person either. It seems that there is no such person in the Zijin Chamber of Commerce."
"Tang Ming!"
Xia Qingya was stunned at first, and then became ecstatic.
Tang Ming?
Xue Hui thought hard when he heard this name. He frowned and looked at Zhu Min, the assistant beside Xia Qingya. Zhu Min made eye contact with him and secretly made a gesture of wiping his neck.