clang!

Wang Lang leaned back, with a knife on top of the blade. The person holding the knife was a man in his fifties, with long hair fluffy and fluffy, and was standing upright upside down at this moment.

The two were like performing acrobatics.

Wang Lang slapped the ground with one hand, turned around and twisted the knife while cutting the man's neck with his other hand.

The man leaned his sword into Wang Lang's eyes. Wang Lang's scabbard was long and his arms were longer than the man's arm, so the scabbard reached the man's neck, but the sword did not reach Wang Lang's eyes. In desperation, the man leaned back and kicked Wang Lang's crotch.

Wang Lang kicked away, and the two of them were about to separate.

The dragon sword in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground, and Wang Lang looked at the man opposite him calmly.

A plain white dress was like the clothes of an ancient prisoner. It looked a bit like the Golden Lion King Xie Xun. He was holding a long silver-white sword in his hand, which was like two extremes with the extremely dark dragon sword in Wang Lang's hand.

His name is indeed a bit similar to that of the Golden Lion King, and he also has the word "Lion".

Iron Lion Mo Ao.

The King of Knife of Guinan Province.

There was a bloody storm in the world, looking for those who could use swords everywhere, and after finding them, they would either kill them or get rid of them.

I left a word of pretentiousness in the past.

If no one can beat me with a knife, it would be enough for me to use a knife alone in this world.

In the end, Huangfu Ji almost made his intestines come out. Huangfu Ji later cured the iron lion and since then he became Wang Lang's accompanying training.

Huangfu Ji only said one thing to Tie Shi, just don’t kill Wang Lang.

When the iron lion was happy, could he not beat Huangfu Ji or beat Wang Lang? More than half of Wang Lang's injuries were caused by this grandson. He had been beaten by Wang Lang several times and was bedridden. At the worst, he felt that he was about to die of breath, but within a few days Wang Lang could jump around with a knife again.

As time passed, finally one day, the two tied, which was like a *. Since then, Wang Lang was injured less and less, and the iron lion was injured more and more. Until that day, Wang Lang had a knife to knock the iron lion over.

Tie Shi was exiled by Huangfu Ji. From then on, Tie Shi devoted herself to studying sword techniques and would inevitably take revenge.

When Wang Lang and his disciples were chased to Tingchan City, Tie Shi had put in a lot of effort in Tingchan City. Everyone was sure that Wang Lang was dead, but Tie Shi, who had served as a coach for Wang Lang, knew that this was a little strongman, who would never die no matter how hard he tried.

Tie Shi was listening to Chancheng while studying sword techniques while waiting for Wang Lang. His hard work pays off and finally waited for Wang Lang.

"Black Dragon King, you won't need a knife for a long time." Mo Ao sneered.

Wang Lang smiled slightly, "I can beat you out even with my feet."

Mo Ao looked up at the sky and laughed, "In the past ten years, I have been diligent in the art of using swords. I am no longer the iron lion from more than ten years ago."

"What are you? Iron-headed lion? Or Chow Chow?" Wang Lang carried the knife.

Mo Ao's eyes were sharp, and he looked at the dragon sword in Wang Lang's hand, and greedily flashed away, "The dragon sword, what a good knife, you can't cover the dust in your hands."

Wang Lang grinned, with a slightly humble smile.

Tie Shi Mo Ao twisted his wrist, "Someone asked me to kill someone before. After seeing the photo, I was so happy that I couldn't bear to see it. I went to search for it without searching. It turned out to be you. Do you think this is fate? God wants me to kill you fate."

"There is still as much nonsense as ever." Wang Lang shook his ears.

"Give me your life?" Tie Shimo came with a proud sword, with a fierce momentum, dancing wildly with long hair, and his whole person was majestic, like a tower that was booming.

Wang Lang turned his wrists, and when the Tie Shi Mo Ao rushed over, Wang Lang turned his waist and slashed down at Tie Shi Mo Ao with one sword.

With a bang.

Tie Shi Mo Ao knelt in front of Wang Lang with the knife in his hand over his head. The blade of Wang Lang's dragon sword had been cut in half from Tie Shi Mo Ao's knife.

"You have studied this for more than ten years?" Wang Lang smiled.

"You use the Dragon Sword to win without force!" Tie Shi Mo Ao suppressed the tumultuous blood, and Wang Lang almost broke his wrist with one knife.

"Okay, you won't be powerful, right? Come on, you use the dragon sword, I will use your sword." Wang Lang raised his hand.

Tie Shi Mo Ao was overjoyed and was about to get up when Wang Lang slashed his scabbard down and then slapped Tie Shi Mo Ao and knelt down again.

"You have been studying for more than ten years to study how to lose your brain?" Wang Lang slapped Mo Ao's cheek.

"From the moment I can tie with you, you are a younger brother, do you understand?" Wang Lang's swordsman patted Tie Shimo'ao's face again.

"I thought you became the king, but I didn't expect you to be gold." Wang Lang grinned.

Tie Shi Mo Ao stared at Wang Lang fiercely. The blade of the dragon sword in Wang Lang's hand hit Tie Shi Mo Ao's neck. The coldness of the dragon sword made Mo Ao shudder.

"What do you want to do?" Mo Ao stared at Wang Lang.

"I haven't used my knife for more than ten years, I'll use your sacrifice knife." Wang Lang grinned.

Mo Ao looked nervous, "You can't do this!"

Wang Lang lifted his knife and fell.

Seeing that the knife was about to fall on Mo Ao's neck, Mo Ao's free hand suddenly poked out, and a knife shot out from his sleeve, a knife was only one foot long.

Wang Lang slapped his scabbard and retreated. Mo Ao kicked the ground under his feet, rushed towards Wang Lang while rubbing the ground. The two swords in his hand were dazzling, focusing on Wang Lang's downward plate.

The sound of ding dangling is endless.

The blade rubs against the blade and makes a clanging sound.

The short knife in Tie Shi Mo Ao's hand was flexible and tight, which was like the gap between the diamond rank and the golden rank compared to before.

Wang Lang has been using a knife for a long time and has become much more unfamiliar. He was almost stabbed to the vital point by the iron lion Mo Ao several times. Mo Ao mainly uses a long sword with his right hand and a short sword with his left hand, and he will definitely hit the vital point every time he attacks.

clang!

The two retreated at the same time.

Tie Shi Mo Ao's arms were trembling slightly, Wang Lang was very strong, and the dragon sword was at least dozens of kilograms. The power of that sword was not just a word, and there were gaps on both of his swords.

Wang Lang was also very tired. The Black Dragon King of the Dragon Gate was one of the seven dragon kings with the most strength and the most powerful kung fu. The reason is that although the Black Dragon King's sword, the Dragon Dragon Sword, looks quite light, the Dragon Sword is weighing 99 pounds at a serious weight, and the scabbard weighs one pound. It can play with the Dragon Sword easily and is difficult.

After a slight breath, Wang Lang held the knife and rushed towards Tie Shimo Ao. If he dragged it down, he might really capsize in this gutter.

Wang Lang tried his best to make a knife, with a tricky angle. He seemed to be from top to bottom, but he turned halfway from bottom to top, but he couldn't tell because the speed was too fast.

Dangdang!

Two sounds came out almost at the same time.

Tie Shi Mo Ao flew out and hit the wall.

A man jumped in from the wall and looked down at Mo Ao, "Isn't this Chow Chow?"
Chapter completed!