In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

The middle-aged man's heavy blow has come.

But in Zhang Ruoyu's eyes, the middle-aged man's devastating offensive was not as lethal as the sinister man's words behind him.

His eyes were in a trance, and he turned around suddenly, looking at the gloomy man with a stunned expression: "Really?"

boom!

The middle-aged man punched Zhang Ruoyu in the back.

Instantly, blood boiled, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

His body remained motionless.

Still staring at the sinister man.

But the knife in the sinister man's hand had already struck Zhang Ruoyu's face.

Phew!

Zhang Ruoyu stretched out his hand to pick it up.

He grasped the gloomy man's blade.

There was blood flowing across the palm, and maybe even the metacarpal bones were broken.

Blood dripped down the blade, staining the ground under his feet and Zhang Ruoyu's sleeves red.

However, his expression did not change. He grasped the blade of the knife hard and pulled the sinister man closer. His pupils shrank violently and said, "Is what you said true?"

"Do you want to go down and accompany her?" The sinister man grinned strangely and suddenly exerted his strength, trying to pull out the blade and give him a fatal blow.

However, he found that the knife in his hand seemed to be trapped by an iron hoop, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not break free.

boom!

The middle-aged man behind him also temporarily launched an offensive again.

A heavy hammer hit Zhang Ruoyu on the back.

No rules at all.

There is absolutely no education and quality for masters to compete with masters.

Phew!

Zhang Ruoyu staggered, his strong body swaying slightly.

His face instantly became as pale as paper.

Only those dark eyes were still as firm as a mountain.

"My aunt will not die."

Zhang Ruoyu spat out blood, his eyes firm but uneasy.

Zhang Xiangbei's life was a military life, and he devoted himself to it.

Whether on the battlefield or in the political arena where old foxes are like clouds, he is a man of great change and arrogance.

It would be difficult for anyone to take advantage of him.

Even in the martial arts field, he has never lost.

In the past ten years, he has suffered a lot, but he has also received tremendous feedback.

In the eyes of countless people, he is like an invincible and invincible King Kong.

No one can do anything to him.

He didn't even pay attention to his parents and the royal relatives in the mountains.

Only…

The gloomy man's abrupt words made him confused and lost his mind.

Even if you just think about it, even if you know that he might be lying.

Zhang Ruoyu was still fooled and took it seriously.

While Zhang Ruoyu was in a trance, the sinister man drew out his blade and said with a ferocious face: "Everyone will die, you will, and so will she."

Having said that, he knew the time was right and winked at his brother, full of murderous intent.

"okay."

The old man who was the leader of the four powerful men frowned slightly and said, neither salty nor cool: "You can only kill with a nod, so don't torture him."

After saying that, he raised his hand and waved lightly, and even the remaining strong man who had not made a move walked forward and approached Zhang Ruoyu.

The three powerful men joined forces to encircle and suppress the attacked Zhang Ruoyu, which can be said to have given the world-famous Zhang Xiangbei face.

Boom!

There was a thunderous explosion.

Rolling dark clouds filled the sky, and the ground was so dark that it seemed impossible to see even one's fingers.

The north wind was blowing wildly, and the sky was full of wind and sand. Three strong men who had once dominated the field in their own fields approached Zhang Xiangbei with murderous intent on their faces.

A star is about to fall.

It seemed that even God was moved by it.

The rain came pouring down.

Whoosh whoosh!

Three figures carrying the power of destruction shot away like sharp swords.

The Beimang God of War, who was calling the wind and rain at the foot of the mountain, must be killed on the top of the mountain.

Once he dies.

China's overall situation in the next thirty years is set.

The man who lives on the top of the mountain can continue to enjoy exclusive power and rule the world.

The old man Li Hua stared calmly at Zhang Xiangbei in the cold storm.

Today, this legendary man with a high reputation at the bottom of the mountain will die on the top of the mountain, in front of him.

He doesn't even need to take action himself.

Although the methods of these guys are a bit despicable, the real world has always been like this.

Only the winner can make the rules.

He was even a little disdainful of Zhang Xiangbei's reaction.

At a critical moment of life and death, a war is imminent.

News about a woman can shake his mind and destroy his will?

How did he set off the Beimang hurricane all over the world in these years?

Compared with his master, his psychological quality is far behind.

A person trapped in emotions and family ties is not worthy of standing on the top of the mountain.

He breaks defenses at every turn, so why should he be the leader?

……

Outside the mountain gate.

Lin Qingxi, whose black outfit was dyed red, held a lancet in her hand, staring coldly at the strong woman with cold eyes, her red lips slightly opened: "Get out of here."

The strong woman looked at Lin Qingxi in astonishment: "You are indeed much stronger than before. Maybe even I can't stop you."

"But what's about to happen inside."

The strong woman said calmly: "You will be sad if you see it."

"But you can't change it."

The strong woman sighed: "Come down the mountain, this world and the future are yours."

Lin Qingxi raised the lancet expressionlessly: "My world is him."

The strong woman frowned: "Stubborn."

Then he slowly drew his sword: "Master said that China's next thirty years will be today."

"If you don't leave, don't leave."

"Xiaoxi." The strong woman approached Lin Qingxi. "There was one sword I didn't teach you back then. It was your father who taught me."

Keng!

The blade of the knife was raised slightly, cutting off the raindrops, like a bolt of lightning coming through the sky.