The beginning of the king guards the Great Wall

I'm dying to care about this. . .Jiang Ming was angry and laughed at the same time.

The injury was serious but fortunately not life-threatening.

Jiang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and helped Li Yuanfang lean against the wall, then turned to look at the feminine man.

Hold the handle tightly with your right hand.

"Jiang Ming, leave me alone, take Yuan Fang to heal quickly."

Di Renjie was held in the hands of the enemy, but what worried him most was the injuries of his subordinates.

What a good boss.

Jiang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, his pupils flickered with a dangerous light: "Don't worry, neither of you will have any accidents today, as I said."

After saying that, he flicked his thumb lightly on the handle of the knife.

Clang!

The magic knife Thousand Blades came out of its sheath automatically, turning into a golden lightning and hitting the palm that bound Di Renjie.

boom!

The energy palm suddenly collapsed!

Di Renjie got out of control and immediately ran to Li Yuanfang to check his injuries.

After coming to the judgment that his life was not in danger, Di Renjie's expression eased a little.

"This man is very strong, Jiang Ming, let's subdue him together!"

Di Renjie walked up to Jiang Ming and said solemnly.

"Great, Master Di must be serious!"

"Master Di and that lord join forces, and we will surely defeat this arrogant Western boy!"

Someone shouted excitedly, they couldn't even pronounce Jiang Ming's name.

But there is an inexplicable trust in Di Renjie, and he always feels that Di Renjie's previous failure was just a moment of carelessness. Once he gets serious, he will be no match for powerful enemies.

When people were excitedly waiting for Di Renjie to perform, Jiang Ming pushed Di Renjie back: "Get out of the way, I am enough alone!"

I'm angry, I want to kill him alone, don't make trouble!

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The people are dumbfounded.

Are young people this crazy?

Di Renjie retreated knowingly.

He has personally experienced Jiang Ming's sword skills, if Jiang Ming is no match, adding him is useless.

Stretching out his hand for a move, the magic knife Qianren spontaneously returned to the palm of his hand.

Jiang Ming swung his saber fiercely, and the azure blue saber aura rolled out like sea waves, vaguely mixed with the sound of thunder, as if ten thousand fierce horses galloped and roared.

The white-robed man's face was solemn, and his bones-like fingers formed a magic seal like weaving flowers.

A huge divine figure condensed out behind him, with raised brows and vertical eyes, like the angry-eyed King Kong of the Buddhist school.

Shenying pulled his right arm back to accumulate strength, and then punched out.

boom!

The light of the knife collapsed, and the figure behind the white-robed man was also shaken, and dense cracks appeared on the body surface.

"Good swordsmanship."

The white-robed man's voice was a little hoarse, as if he had suffered internal injuries.

"You're not bad either."

Jiang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, and lightly shook his painful wrist.

This knife was like slashing against an iron wall, and the force of the rebound almost split his tiger's mouth open.

"This time I'm going to do my best!"

The white-robed man flipped his palms, and the shadow behind him roared upwards, and the cracks on his body surface were repaired in an instant.

boom!

Shenying kicked the ground violently, and a huge crater several meters deep was blasted under his feet.

The fist is howling like a storm, punching like raindrops in the air.

Boom boom boom!

The punch is violent, like a tsunami surging.

Jiang Ming resisted with a horizontal knife, like a duckweed in the waves, retreating step by step after being punched hard.

Qi and blood surged, and an unhealthy red color appeared on his face.

Even the magic knife in his hand trembled, almost shattering.

Li Yuanfang clenched her fist nervously: "Jiang Ming, hold on!"

Di Renjie's nerves were tense, and he was always ready to make a move.

"come on!"

Someone in the crowd yelled, followed by the people around them.

"Come on, my lord, you can't lose to that Western boy!"

"Hold on, we are optimistic about you!"

"Take your knife and stab the little boy's chrysanthemum hard!"

Shouts overwhelmed each other, and then almost everyone was roaring.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes, hundreds of hopeful gazes, all focused on Jiang Ming.

Li Yuanfang looked around and opened his small mouth in surprise.