The strongest bodyguard and pretty president

And this kind of operation?

The people of the Nine Clans were also dumbfounded.

Chen Bin is a real talent.

Three shots killed a young strong man.

The opponent obviously did not expect it, and what is even more sad is that his strength has not broken through the heavenly rank at all.

Maybe you can avoid bullets, but you can't stop them.

But he wanted to seek death, so he closed his eyes and asked Chen Bin to do three tricks.

Chen Bin put away his gun and snorted, "I told you to pretend!"

This guy looked at the people of the various sects with great pride, "Who dares to ask me to do three tricks?"

People from the Kunlun faction even have the heart to kill people, so paralyzed, who told you to shoot?

Chen Buyi secretly heaved a sigh of relief, "Woo—"

This brat was scared to death and regretted it.

The head of the Kunlun faction is the deputy leader. Seeing that a young strong man under his sect was beaten to death,

He couldn't help roaring like thunder, "Do you still speak morally from the Nine Clans?"

Moral?

You are going to dig other people's ancestral graves, so you have the nerve to talk to me about morality?

You didn't lie to me, did you?
Cheng Lao looked at Chen Bin with admiration, yes, he always gave surprises at critical moments, and he was promising.

Anyway, the first battle was won.

There is light on the faces of the Jiuzu.

The head of the Kunlun faction yelled, "Who killed him for me?"

Another strong man came out, this is a middle-aged man in his 40s.

Flat mouth, high forehead, two eyes almost open in the middle, no nose bridge at all.

I saw the other party with a sullen face, "Let me meet these nine strong men."

Chen Bin was about to speak when he was dragged back by the alcoholic.

This kind of opportunism can only be done once, and people will not be fooled again.

Chen Bin said to the other party depressedly, "Okay, let you go!"

The alcoholic came out, "I'll meet you!"

"It just happened to let you and your fellow disciples be companions."

The other party said with a dark face, "Young man, you are courting death!"

Will my 30 years of cultivation be worse than the young man in front of me?
The middle-aged man was extremely confident, his feet sank, and several pieces of the floor were shattered.

Pretending to be surprised, "So deep internal strength!"

The middle-aged strong man of the Kunlun faction sneered, "If you are sensible, I will let you die quickly!"

I saw him with a gloomy face, waving Kong Wu's powerful arms, "Boy, die!"

The alcoholic stood there, looking a little frightened.

The other party stomped heavily, and several pieces of the floor were cracked.

Seeing the alcoholic so frightened, the middle-aged man was even more contemptuous.

He is a strong man of the lower class, slightly stronger than the young man just now.

Even if the opponent uses a gun, he can avoid bullets.

What's more, he won't close his eyes stupidly and let others shoot.

A vigorous palm strike came over, and the drunkard opened his mouth.

He raised his hand to block it, and stared blankly at his trousers.

"Your zipper is open!"

The other party was taken aback, and instinctively looked down.

puff--

The drunkard raised his foot and hit the target.

O!

The middle-aged man from the Kunlun faction pursed his lips and gasped.

The piercing pain after being attacked in the crotch made him want to shit instantly.

I go!

Is this the skill of the members of your nine clans?

Can you still fight well?

The first cheated, and the second cheated.

Just when the other party was instinctively clutching the place, the alcoholic raised his wrist, and Peng——

With his strength at the heaven level, if he slapped with all his strength, the opponent couldn't resist it at all.

click-

This palm was impartial, hitting the opponent's left chest.

Immediately, there was a piercing bone cracking sound in his chest.

Several ribs were shattered by the huge force.

At the same time, there was a pain in the atrium, bang——

Instantly exploded in the body.

The power of this palm was beyond the expectations of the middle-aged man.

It was able to break several of his ribs and explode his heart.

This speed is unbelievably fast,

puff--

A stream of blood rushed up his throat and sprayed out directly.

Two moves, and only two moves were used to deal with a strong man from the Kunlun faction.

As the middle-aged strong man fell to the ground, people from all sects were blown away.

"Kill them! Kill them!"

Kunlun's dispatch was unfavorable, and Daoist Ling Feng's face became ugly.

In fact, it can't be said that the strength of others is too low, but that the alcoholic's strength is too strong.

He is currently a strong man in the mid-level realm of the heavenly rank,
This strong man from the Kunlun Sect is only in the mid-level realm.

The difference in strength between the two is not at 01:30.

If you want to blame, you can only blame him for thinking of himself as noble and taking himself too seriously.

The strength of a strong person will not be written on his face.

So he was doomed to tragedy.

The tragic end is the price of life.

Daoist Ling Feng was furious, it was too slap in the face.

The various sects, led by themselves, jointly crusade against the nine clans, and just as soon as they fought, they lost two generals in a row.

Just as he was about to draw his sword, the head of the Kunlun faction shouted, "Let me do it!"

Two strong men under his sect were killed, how can he hold the face of the sect leader?

Daoist Ling Feng's face sank as he rushed over to fight the alcoholic, "No need!"

He wanted to do it himself, and locked his eyes on the alcoholic, "Young man, I hope you have some skills."

The alcoholic didn't show any weakness, "Let's have a fight outside, and we won't die."

The other party sneered, "I will make your wish come true!"

Two figures rushed out of the hall.

Others followed and tracked it out.

Daoist Ling Feng, as the leader of the martial arts alliance, is actually eager to do it himself?

Everyone was looking at the long sword in his hand.

It was a long sword with a black body, dark and dark, exuding an indescribable evil spirit.

Zheng——

Daoist Ling Feng drew his sword, and immediately there was a whisper.

The sword light flashed, and the cold air was overwhelming.

A long light cut towards the alcoholic, scoffing——

"Blood-devouring sword!"

Suddenly, someone screamed out.

That is the Blood-devouring Sword!
The blood-devouring sword that was once confiscated by the sweeping monk and hung in the hand of the Buddha statue.

How could Daoist Ling Feng have the Blood-devouring Sword?
What is the relationship between him and Shifang Tiandi?
Everyone's heart trembled, and they looked at Daoist Ling Feng suspiciously.

The drunkard didn't dare to be careless, he only felt that the sword's aura was overwhelming, and his sharpness was fully exposed, so he didn't dare to collide head-on.

And Daoist Ling Feng held the sword, opened and closed, beheading everything.

With a sweep of the sword light, it cut towards the alcoholic's legs.

The drunkard jumped lightly and landed on the eaves of a temple.

That sword glow directly chopped the entire eaves into pieces.

wow.

Large pieces of rubble fell down, and more than half of the entire eaves collapsed.

The power of the sword was so terrifying that everyone stared at the sword in the opponent's hand in fear.

Seeing this, Shen Tianlong strode out and took off the sword on his back.

It was the weapon of Ghost Sword back then, the meticulous work of cutting iron like mud and casting Jianmen.

He threw the sword over, "Catch it!"

The drunkard turned over, jumped down from the air, and caught the sword firmly.

Zheng!
Pulling out the sword, showing its sharpness, the drunkard was overjoyed, "Thank you!"

He raised his sword and slashed towards Daoist Ling Feng.

A murderous intent flashed in Daoist Ling Feng's eyes, and the black sword in his hand swept across the sky.

He said harshly, "Even if you have a sword, you cannot escape death."

The drunkard said, "What's the use of bragging? I'm going to use this sword today to kill you, the martial arts leader!"

Zheng——

Zheng——

The two of them drew their swords at the same time and slashed in the air.

The two sword glows blazed together, clang——

Make a shocking sound that shocks the soul.

With the sword in hand, the alcoholic's confidence greatly increased.

clang clang-

A sword slashed more than a dozen swords in a row, and the whole person suddenly rose into the air and slashed with the sword.

clang--

The black sword in Daoist Ling Feng's hand also struck over.

A string of sparks, click——

There was only a crisp sound, and the sword in the drunkard's hand broke in two.

Daoist Ling Feng flicked his sword back, and scoffed——

The sword flashed across the alcoholic's chest.

puff--

Ah yo——

The alcoholic figure quickly fell from the sky.