The strongest bodyguard and pretty president

The mangrove forest in the north of the city, in the northern suburbs of Tiandu, is a stretch of lofty mountains.

On the mountain, there is an artificial city wall.

The city wall stretches for thousands of miles, and it is very spectacular with the ups and downs of the mountains.

The mangrove forest is in this area, and it is also the outside of the pass that the ancients often said.

The drunkard's eyes turned red, he crushed the ball of paper, and rushed out.

Target, mangroves.

The distance between the mangrove forest and the Qin family is tens of kilometers.

The day was too big, and the alcoholic jumped into the car and drove through the rainy night.

Chen Bin and others shouted from behind, "Drunkard, drunkard, where are you going?"

Helplessly, the drunkard had already gone away, and there was no sound at all.

Chen Bin hurriedly said, "Quick, follow!"

It's just past seven o'clock at the moment, the rush hour for getting off work.

The drunkard drove a few kilometers, and there was a traffic jam ahead.

In a rage, he abandoned the car and flew through the air.

Stepping on the tip of the umbrella of the crowded crowd, I rushed towards the northern suburbs like an arrow.

Someone looked at the figure flashing by in the rainy night in surprise, and remained silent for a long while.

The alcoholic at this moment can no longer care about shocking the world, he wants to save his wife.

Rainwater hit him mercilessly in the face.

The resolute alcoholic had a cold face, and a frightening light burst out of his eyes.

From Qin's house to the mangrove forest, it is more than 70 kilometers.
The alcoholic finally arrived at his destination at a frantic speed.

Rushing into the mangrove forest, the drunkard yelled into the forest, "Five baby, five baby, wife, wife!"

In the dark night, except for the pounding rain, hardly any sound can be heard.

The drunk rushed up a mountainside, shouting loudly.

He crossed a forest again and came to the north of the mountain.

The empty space in front of him made the drunkard stop in his tracks.

"Five babies, five babies!"

"Wife! Wife!"

Internal force sent his voice far away, and there was a sneer in the woods.

A masked one-armed old man in black watched the scene coldly,
Next to the old man, Wuwa was tied up and hung on a tree.

Her mouth was covered, and she made a desperate noise.

The rain washed her face mercilessly.

She wants to tell the alcoholic, don't come,
It's dangerous here!

The alcoholic figure gradually approached, less than 100 meters away from Wuwa's side.

The one-armed old man had a gloomy face, snorted coldly, and suddenly stretched out his hand to tear off the tape covering Wu Wa's mouth.

"Drinker, don't, don't come here! It's dangerous!"

Wu Wa was finally able to yell loudly, reminding alcoholics not to approach.

The alcoholic suddenly heard Wu Wa's call, and turned around instinctively, "Wife!"

"Don't come here, they set up an ambush!"

Seeing Wuwa being tied to a tree, the drunk was furious, and yelled at the one-armed old man in black next to him, "Bastard, how dare you touch my wife!"

The one-armed old man snorted disdainfully, "Stop!"

Zheng——

There was a sound of bright metal, and the sharp sword had already pressed against Wu Wa's neck.

"As long as you dare to move, I will kill her with one sword!"

The drunkard stared and stopped abruptly.

"What do you want?"

Even the torrential rain could not quell the anger of the alcoholic.

The one-armed old man let out a cold snort, suddenly picked up the scabbard, and hit Wu Wa hard on the stomach.

"what--"

How could Wuwa withstand his blow?
The pain made her scream on the spot.

The opponent is a master of swordsmanship, and his skills are extremely profound.

The one-armed old man glared at the alcoholic, "I want you to die!"

The drunkard yelled, "Bastard, if you dare, let her go and come at me!"

The one-armed old man furrowed his brows, took up the scabbard and hit Wu Wa's lower abdomen fiercely.

"If you want to save her, then take your life in exchange!"

Seeing his woman being beaten, the alcoholic stared at a pair of fire-breathing eyes, "Bastard, I will kill you!"

The one-armed old man burst out laughing, "You have no chance! Boy."

Zheng!
A crisp sound sounded, and the one-armed old man held the sword and swiped——

A sword slashed at the drunkard.

At a distance of [-] meters, the opponent is coming like lightning.

The coming is fierce and the speed is extremely fast.

The opponent's right arm was broken, and he used a left-handed sword.

The drunkard yelled, "Looking for death!"

With a pair of palms, it is necessary to resist the opponent's sword.

Unexpectedly, the other party shook his hand casually, and the tip of the sword rolled up into blossoming sword flowers, almost making the drunkard helpless.

"You are Ghost Sword!"

Although he didn't fight head-to-head in Jianghuai last time, he has already seen it.

Because of that battle, the drunkard ran away in a hurry when he heard that Ghost Sword had cut off his arm.

Unexpectedly, he came out to cause trouble again.

Ghost Sword snorted coldly, "You are wise!"

With a flick of the long sword in his hand, the swordplay was impenetrable all the way, showing the murderous aura of every move, pointing directly at the alcoholic's vitals.

After all, the alcoholic is not Qin Mu, he doesn't have the strength of the peak, and the ghost sword came prepared, so he was rushed by the ghost sword for a while.

Seeing the opponent's overwhelming sword moves, the drunkard was shocked.

"Ghost Sword Thirteen Styles!"

The ghost sword technique is a class of its own, and the thirteen styles used to be the best in swordsmanship.

The last time the alcoholic was tricked, he didn't have a chance to compete with the ghost sword. He didn't expect to see the real ghost sword tonight.

The drunkard used Qin's mental method to deal with the eight methods of covering the sky, the ghost sword suddenly slowed down, and Shi Potian shocked the chest with a sword.

This sword is the most powerful of the thirteen moves of Ghost Sword.
Unpredictable!

It seems ordinary, but in fact it can block all your escape routes from all angles and directions.

Unless you can break this trick.

The drunkard pushed with both palms, and struck with all his strength with his strength as a heavenly powerhouse.

The sword edge actually pierced the drunkard's true qi barrier.

The drunkard let out a cold drink, and had to use his internal strength to fight.

The strength of Ghost Sword mainly depends on the sword, and he can take the lead in front of the alcoholic, naturally relying on the sharp sword in his hand.

But he is a strong swordsman after all, and his strength is no small matter.

In a certain era of ancient martial arts, kendo once represented the pinnacle of the entire ancient martial arts world.

What's more, the sword in Ghost Sword's hand is the king of swords.

Cut iron like mud, blow hair can break.

Just give him a little touch, and a big piece will be cut off.

The drunkard was thinking about Wu Wa in his heart. With such a heavy rain, he wanted to resolve the battle as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, the strength of the ghost sword is not weak, and the sword's edge is straight to his chest.

The drunkard's palms sank, deflecting the edge of the sword.

Ghost Sword confronted the alcoholic with one arm, and the two immediately entered a life-and-death stage of fighting for internal strength.

On the treetops, a silent figure rushed towards the drunkard very strangely.

Sweep the dust away, Peng——

The slender five fingers slapped the alcoholic's back hard.

Well--

A stream of blood welled up in the alcoholic's throat, poof——

Blood sprayed out of the sky, the alcoholic's internal strength weakened, and the long sword took advantage of the void.

puff--

The tip of the sword ruthlessly pierced the alcoholic's chest.

Another smear of blood sprayed out and splashed into the rain, dyeing the whole neighborhood red.

"you--"

The drunkard twisted his body in pain, and turned his head to see the sinister appearance of Taoist Master Qingfeng.

Daoist Qingfeng smiled slightly, "Wuliang Tianzun!"

Ghost Sword pulled out the sword stuck in the alcoholic's body, stared indifferently at the dying alcoholic,

"Exchange your life for my arm, this is your blessing!"

"You... despicable!"

The drunkard glared at the two strong men resentfully, tilted his body, and fell into the rain.

"Drunkard, drunkard—"

Wuwa's heart-piercing voice sounded in the mangrove, "Drunkard—don't—"