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

Dense rain poured down.

The blurred vision also extinguished Jiang Shan's last trace of patience for Lin Qingxi.

Whoosh.

A blade with a cold light fell into his hand.

With a wave of his hand, it seemed as if he cut off the raindrops. The layers of raindrops stirred up, and thick murderous intent shot out from the blade.

"He will die today."

Jiang Shan stepped down the stone steps, the knife in his hand buzzing: "Except for him, I can give you anything you want."

"I want your life!"

Lin Qingxi's eyes were red, he shook his hand with a lancet and came whistling.

Jiang Shan witnessed his own daughter swinging a knife at him desperately for a man.

He frowned slightly, his brows filled with murderous intent.

"Even your mother couldn't stop me back then."

The words "Jiangshan" are clanging like thunder from the sky: "Not to mention you?"

Keng!

The moment the blades collide.

Lin Qingxi's entire arm seemed to be touched by a hundred thousand volts of high-voltage electricity. The lancet instantly shattered into pieces, and severe pain was felt in his internal organs.

With just one strike of the knife, Lin Qingxi's body flew backwards, blood spurting out from her mouth.

Snapped.

Zhang Xiangbei stretched out his hand to support his aunt, whose body was crumbling.

In the dark eyes, murderous intent will definitely appear.

Jiang Shan stood indifferently in the distance, holding the blade in his hand, like a god of war.

There was a trembling intimidation all over his body.

With just one strike, he showed a desperate sense of oppression.

His martial arts talent is unrivaled in the world.

Ten Zhang Dazhi are not enough to fill the gap between his teeth!

"Martial arts is just one of the talents I least care about."

Jiang Shan's thin lips parted slightly, and he glanced at the couple indifferently: "I only use this talent for fitness."

"To kill a person, one bullet is enough."

Jiang Shan said word by word: "Why bother?"

Zhang Xiangbei lowered his head and stared at Lin Qingxi, whose face was pale and no longer tender as before. There was an infinite anger in his body, which gradually burned, spread, and gathered into shape.

"Auntie, he is crazier than me." Zhang Xiangbei opened his thin lips slightly and whispered. "In all my life, I have never seen such an arrogant person."

"I haven't seen it either." Lin Qingxi frowned slightly and opened her scarlet lips slightly. "It's so annoying."

"Everyone my aunt hates should die."

Zhang Xiangbei drew his Beimang sword.

He took a deep look at Lin Qingxi and said, "Auntie, wait for me."

After stabilizing Lin Qingxi, he walked towards the country.

Jiang Shan saw Zhang Xiangbei walking towards him.

The body is like an iron tower, motionless.

In his eyes, there was a look of indifference: "Back then, your father also mustered up the courage to challenge me."

"It's a pity that he can't even get past my watchdog."

Jiang Shan's eyes were cold and he said word by word: "I really want to know what the quality of his son he has been cultivating for thirty years is."

Jiang Shan waved the blade casually and opened his thin lips slightly: "You only have one chance, seize it."

Zhang Xiangbei said expressionlessly: "You should grasp it."

Whoosh!

An afterimage disappeared into the rain.

When he appeared in the next second, Jiang Shan felt that everything in the world was still for an instant.

A strong murderous intention, wrapped in a knife, suddenly fell from the sky.

Like death's scythe.

The sky and the earth change color.

It makes your heart twitch and your vision goes dark.

Keng!

Jiang Shan subconsciously drew his sword to resist the sword that destroyed the world.

The blades collided, and fire flew everywhere.

Blood oozed from Jiangshan's tiger's mouth.

He looked at Zhang Xiangbei in shock, feeling horrified in his heart.

Is this Xiang Bei's martial arts talent so terrifying?

Moreover, this was on the premise that we had just fought several tough battles.

Does he have endless strength?

Or is it natural power?

Jiang Shan took a deep breath of cold air and drew his sword to strike.

Keng!

Zhang Xiangbei is as calm as a mountain, facing Jiang Shan's offensive that every sword is enough to destroy Zhang Dazhi...

It went back and forth without falling behind at all.

Phew!

Zhang Xiangbei's burly body was stabbed.

At the same time, it also slashed the country with a knife.

The so-called peak martial arts showdown is nothing more than a desperate fight.

The winner will live a miserable life.

The loser will die in embarrassment.

The blood was mixed with the rain. Even in such a heavy thunderstorm, the blood on the ground was difficult to wash away.

Several hard bodies lay coldly in a pool of blood.

A king on the mountain and a god below the mountain started a fatal fight.

They seem to be using their martial arts talents that neither of them is good at to decide the most critical gamble in life.

Lin Qingxi, who was breathing weakly, watched the fight with her brows gradually furrowed.

She noticed that Zhang Xiangbei had reservations.

He also noticed that Jiangshan's moves were fatal.

In such a stalemate, Zhang Xiangbei will die.

hum!

The blade came through the rain, and the Beimang Dao in Zhang Xiangbei's hand was already in a mess and missing a few pounds.

A slender figure suddenly stood between the two of them.

Zhang Xiangbei's expression suddenly changed, and his heart suddenly trembled.

Knife in hand, change direction.

But in front of him, Jiang Shan's sword became more decisive, threatening to kill and slashing at him crazily.

"Auntie!"

Zhang Xiangbei raised his hand and tried his best to pull away from his aunt.

But Lin Qingxi, who was already extremely angry, found the strength from nowhere, swayed, and blocked the knife again.

Phew!

Blood blossoms exploded on Lin Qingxi's chest, like fireworks, gorgeous and dazzling.

There was no trace of pain on that beautiful and elegant face. It was filled with relief and determination: "Xiao Ruoyu, avenge me."