Chapter 1187 Spike

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"Song Yuan, is it you!?"

An elder of Tiandanmen shouted angrily, and many Tiandanmen disciples either had sharp eyes, gritted their teeth and hated him, or looked at him with complicated emotions.

This big devil who caused countless disturbances in the rivers and lakes and had blood on his hands was once their classmate!

The onlookers craned their necks to look at the servant, wondering if he was Song Yuan!

After being silent for a long time, after taking another look at Shangguan Lingxian, the servant said in his hoarse and low voice: "What did you say just now?"

"I don't think I need to repeat it."

"Really?!"

"As you think."

The old Po Xu Dao was inexplicably angry, and he shouted in a deep voice: "What dumb riddles are you playing? Forget it, don't care, hey, listen to you servant, are you Song Yuan? Answer the old man immediately!"

"Haha." The servant showed a very disdainful expression, "You're just an idiot, are you worthy to ask me?"

"you!"

Po Xu Dao jumped like thunder, even if he was scolded by Li Yun today, at least I heard that the opponent's strength is not bad, comparable to the strength of the late Xiantian.

But a mere servant deserves to call him an idiot? !

"Find a fight!!"

With a flick of his wrist, the black scabbard flew out, revealing a gleaming sword with a broad blade and a thick back, both sharp and hard, even against heavy weapons like the Meteor Hammer. Don't fall behind.

"Boy, whether you are Song Yuan or not, eat the old man's knife first and then talk about it!"

After all, the old senior Po Xu Dao raised the sword, and in an instant, it was like a galaxy pouring down, the sword light connected into one piece, and rumbled towards the servant's shoulder.

Po Xu Dao left a sympathy, if this servant is not Song Yuan, then only cut off one of his arms, as a price for rude words!

The sword light was fierce and powerful, causing everyone to exclaim, and they all praised the old sword of Po Xu Dao for not getting old.

But Li Yun said, "Don't kill him."

"what?!"

Everyone was shocked, and before they had time to think about it, the light of the Po Xu Dao had already slashed in front of the servant.

"If you want to save some of your reputation," Li Yun added.

A cold light flickered in the servant's eyes, and finally, he raised his right hand and grabbed his five fingers towards the blade that roared like a muffled thunder.

"boom!"

The knife light shattered in response to the sound, and the extremely sharp treasured knife was grasped by the servant's ordinary five fingers, and the pupils of the broken virtual knife instantly widened, "No, but, yes!"

He has traveled in the arena for many years, entered the Xiantian realm at the age of twenty-five, and entered the late Xiantian realm at the age of forty. After that, he has been free and easy for nearly thirty years. Not to mention that there is no one who can defeat him in the whole arena, but he definitely did not dare to block his blade with his flesh!

"Idiot, go away."

The servant squeezed hard with his five fingers, and the thick treasure knife broke with a few 'ping pong' sounds, and a black gas visible to the naked eye erupted, throwing the broken virtual knife out like a sack, and flew straight for more than ten meters. Gululu rolled a few times on the ground before stopping.

The two thousand people present fell silent.

In the late stage of the Congenital, the old-fashioned old-fashioned swordsman who has been famous for many years, can't even catch one of his moves!

This person must be Song Yuan, who took refuge in the devil's door and stepped into the devil's way!

"I know one thing."

Song Yuan's body poured out a pitch-black evil spirit, and his face changed rapidly in the evil spirit, and soon became the appearance of Song Yuan.

"Jianghu people are all ignorant beings."

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