Yang Zhilan was stunned by Zhang Dahai's roar, and then fell silent.

Zhang Dahai looked at the adorable appearance of the woman in front of him, and lost his anger for a moment. He sighed softly and continued, "Miss Yang, I have no other intentions. This Lian Chihao is coming for the Li family siblings. Now Li Nian is missing, and only this illegitimate child is left in our hands. The third brother said that the robbery of Shanhehai cannot fall into their hands..."

Before Zhang Dahai finished speaking, Yang Zhilan seemed to think clearly and smiled at Zhang Dahai: "Brother Dahai, stop talking, I already know what you mean. You are right. Now is not the time to be a hero. The most urgent thing is to hide this illegitimate child of the Li family elsewhere, but... Brother Dahai, you must pay attention to safety."

After Yang Zhilan finished speaking, she looked at Zhang Dahai with a worried expression. The simple Zhang Dahai could not withstand this. Her little face turned red and she patted her heart hard, shouting loudly: "Miss Yang, don't worry, you take that illegitimate son first, and the third brother will be with me!"

Yang Zhilan surprisingly did not refute Zhang Dahai's bold words, but just walked to the bed silently, gently carried the unconscious illegitimate child on his body, turned around and whispered to Zhang Dahai: "Brother Dahai, you must be careful."

"Hey! What's going on with you two people? Why did you start chatting? I, Lian Chihao, are the first disciples of Chen Chengzhi'an of Zangjian Pavilion. Do you look down on others too much?" Lian Chihao heard these two people discussing countermeasures in front of his enemy as if no one else was around, and he was immediately angry.

Only then did Zhang Dahai remember that Lian Chihao, who was still standing in the room holding a short sword. Zhang Dahai stared at Lian Chihao in front of him and said coldly: "Are you the only one left besides sneak attack?"

Lian Chihao knew that Zhang Dahai was wielding the black sword energy that Zhang Dahai had just confirmed that someone in the house, and sneered and said softly: "Even that Qiu An can't get the benefits of fighting me, are you sure you can eat me?"

Zhang Dahai raised the sword in his hand in front of him, stretched out his left fingers and gently wiped it on the sword body. Wherever his fingers passed, a layer of ice immediately formed on the sword body, reflecting the faint sunlight that had sprinkled from the broken roof. The whole sword shone brightly and looked unparalleled. Zhang Dahai spoke, and a hint of cold air floated out of his mouth, and his whole temperament became cold.

Zhang Dahai held a long sword in his hand and said coldly: "The master of the law enforcement hall of Zangjian South Pavilion Yan Shisan, the famous disciple of Hanshuang Sword Qi Zhang Dahai, please give me advice!"

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Lian Chihao obviously noticed the clues in Zhang Dahai's dialect, frowned slightly and said softly: "Recorded disciple? Why did Yan Shisan pass the Hanfrost sword energy to a registered disciple?"

Zhang Dahai looked at Lian Chihao with a puzzled look and said coldly: "It's the day of the competition between the two pavilions." After saying that, Zhang Dahai seemed to have thought of something, and then looked at Lian Chihao in front of him and looked joking: "Oh, by the way, you were knocked unconscious by my third brother that day, so naturally I don't know."

Looking at Zhang Dahai's mocking expression, Lian Chihao narrowed his eyes, curled the corners of his mouth, and said sternly: "A mere disciple, dare to talk to me like this? Looking for death!" As soon as he finished speaking, the golden sword pattern on Lian Chihao's forehead lit up, his figure disappeared from the spot.

Zhang Dahai looked at Lian Chihao as he took the lead in attacking, and snorted coldly, and rushed forward like Lian Chihao. He heard two crisp sounds. In the blink of an eye, the weapons in the hands of the two collided together. In an instant, the sword energy of the two of them rushed together, causing a strong wind in the narrow room.

The strong wind blew Yang Zhilan's thin body a little staggering. She quickly sank the Dantian and stabilized her body. Looking at Zhang Dahai who was in contact with Lian Chihao's weapons, Yang Zhilan would not have disturbed her, for fear of distracting Zhang Dahai.

Although Zhang Dahai fought with Lian Chihao, he kept paying attention to Yang Zhilan behind him. Lian Chihao in front of him frequently made moves. If Zhang Dahai was not careful, he would be pierced by the short sword in his hand and cut his clothes.

Ganggao, who could only be beaten passively, gradually couldn't resist it. He clenched his silver teeth in his heart, circulating the ice sword energy to the peak. The cold air burst out from his body instantly. The temperature in the narrow room dropped sharply. The cold air climbed onto Zhang Dahai's sword at a speed visible to the naked eye, and kept lingering, with an amazing momentum.

Seeing that the cold air was about to attach to his short sword, Lian Chihao quickly kicked Zhang Dahai's waist and abdomen, and used the force to bounce it away, stabilized his body and shook his wrist, breaking the slight cold air attached to the short sword, and looked down at the long boots on his right foot. However, after just kicking Zhang Dahai, a layer of frost was attached to the sole of the boots.

Lian Chihao rotated his right foot and gently crushed the cold frost from the bottom of his foot. He raised his head and looked at Zhang Dahai, who was wrapped in half of his right arm with Han Bing and the long sword, standing like an ice god, and was amazed: "What a cold frost sword energy, Yan Shisan died a little bit sad. If he gave him some more time, he would not know what a terrifying realm this cold frost sword energy would reach."

Seeing that the attack succeeded, Zhang Dahai quickly shouted at Yang Zhilan behind him, "What are you doing while standing there! Why don't you leave quickly!"

Yang Zhilan came to her senses, and the illegitimate child behind her back pushed the window open and was about to escape from the window. But when she ran to the window, Yang Zhilan hesitated and looked at Zhang Dahai with a worried look on her face, and said softly: "Brother Dahai, please go with me!"

"Want to run? Dream!" Lian Chihao, who was standing beside him, let the duck who got it flew away, and his face looked stern and swung the short sword in his hand towards Yang Zhilan. With the strength of Lian Chihao, the short sword that was out of hand flew rapidly towards Yang Zhilan's back like an arrow.

How could Zhang Dahai ignore it? He also threw the long sword in his hand towards the speeding short sword. Zhang Dahai was not far from Yang Zhilan, and the long sword was quickly nailed to the wall next to Yang Zhilan, blocking the short sword flying out. With a crisp sound, he bounced the short sword that had been scattered.

Zhang Dahai quickly spoke out and reminded: "I won't leave yet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Dahai looked at Lian Chihao in the distance and pinched his right hand. He felt something was wrong. He clearly felt that Lian Chihao in front of him was a sword master. Sure enough, the originally rotating sword body of the ink ruler that was bounced away by the long sword instantly stabilized and rushed towards Yang Zhilan who had no time to react.

Zhang Dahai had no weapons in his hand. Looking at the long sword nailed to the wall, he realized that he had already realized the trap he had thrown out before. Zhang Dahai looked at the short sword that was galloping over. At this time, he didn't have time to think about it, and instantly appeared behind Yang Zhilan, put his right hand on the back of the illegitimate son behind Yang Zhilan, and gently pushed them to send the two out of the house.

Almost at the same time, the short sword that was galloping from the Mercedes pierced into Zhang Dahai's left arm, but for a moment of silence, the sword body of the short sword suddenly squirmed, and then greedily sucked the flesh and blood of Zhang Dahai's left arm. Zhang Dahai felt the essence of flesh and blood gradually flowing from his left arm, and naturally he would not sit and wait for death.

In just a moment, the cold air was condensed in his right hand. The ice of the right arm, which had melted away from the long sword, now urged Zhang Dahai to condense back into an ice glove. Just as Zhang Dahai thought in his heart, the moment his right hand touched the hilt, several black spikes stretched out from the hilt of the sword.

Zhang Dahai had ice fists to protect his right hand, so he was naturally not afraid of these strange spikes. The spikes did not penetrate the ice, but just kept hitting them, making a sound of sore teeth.

Zhang Dahai hurriedly held the hilt of the sword and pulled out the black short sword that pierced into his left arm and greedily sucked the flesh and blood. As Zhang Dahai's hand moved, a trace of cold air lingered on the body of the short sword, as if he wanted to freeze the strange short sword.

Lian Chihao quickly pinched his right hand, and the short sword seemed to feel the summoning. He instantly broke free from Zhang Dahai's right hand and flew back to Lian Chihao, as if he was seeking credit.

Although Zhang Dahai pulled out the short sword that had entered his body, his originally strong left arm was sucked away by the ink ruler. Zhang Dahai quickly drove the cold air from his right hand and sealed the sword wound on his left arm. Although he stopped the blood, the left arm was now unable to use any force and had to hang down weakly.

Lian Chihao looked at Zhang Dahai's left arm that was destroyed by him, and his expression became playful. He sneered and said, "Zhang Dahai, your left arm has been destroyed by me. Now I kowtow and admit my mistake and hand over Qiu An behind me. I can spare you death."

Zhang Dahai seemed to have not heard Lian Chihao's mockery, and stretched out his right hand to try to get the sword nailed to the wall. Just as the right hand touched the hilt of the sword, a black light flashed, and the ink ruler that had originally hovered beside Lian Chihao rushed over. With a crisp sound, the long sword, which had already cracked, was knocked into two pieces.

Zhang Dahai's right hand suddenly held up, staring blankly at the falling half of the sword, muttering: "This is the sword my master gave me."

Lian Chihao heard this and mocked him: "So what?"

"This is the sword my master gave me!" Growing up shouted angrily, blue veins swelled up on his face, and the cold air surrounding him became more and more, and he actually blew up his black hair and long-distance running.

Suddenly, a low buzzing sound rang out in the room, as if responding to Zhang Dahai's words. The originally domineering Mo Zi suddenly turned the tip of the sword, as if he felt a threat, aiming it tightly at Qiu An on the bed.

Lian Chihao followed the ink ruler to look at Qiu An unconscious Qiu An lying on the bed. To be precise, he stared at Qiu An's hand holding the trembling red broad sword tightly. The broad sword seemed to feel the call. As Zhang Dahai actually climbed, it kept trembling and making buzzing sounds. After a few breaths, Kuai Dajian suddenly broke free from Qiu An's right hand and disappeared, just watching a red shadow galloping towards Zhang Dahai.

Zhang Dahai seemed to have a sense of emotion, and he couldn't see the red shadow. With a hold of the void in his right hand, the red broad sword that was so heavy that Qiu An couldn't even hold was held in his hand by Zhang Dahai. The moment he bought the broad sword, Zhang Dahai's originally cold temperament suddenly changed, and the cold air surrounding him instantly turned scarlet, and even the original white robe was reflected in blood by the scarlet fog.

Zhang Dahai's black hair was windless, and his black eyes, which were originally as quiet as water, turned blood red. He held a knife in one hand and aimed at Lian Chihao in front of him. He opened his mouth slightly, and no longer had a trace of cold air coming out of his mouth. He was like a god of killing again, which was extremely terrifying.
Chapter completed!