He Has a Dragon

The extremely firm will and the fact that Nan Huaiyuan was injured and at the end of his strength were both important factors that allowed Wang Le to successfully kill the opponent. , with you all the way!

Otherwise, the difficulty of overcoming the challenge will increase sharply. With Wang Le's late martial arts prowess level, even if he is invincible at the same level, it is just wishful thinking to overtake Nan Huaiyuan, who is in the mid-level earth level. , after all, the gap between the two is like a ravine. Wang Le wants to cross it. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Of course, in addition to these important factors, the brick that accidentally tripped Nan Huaiyuan accelerated the process of the war, so that both sides never thought that such an accident would happen.

The raised brick in front of Nan Huaiyuan's headless body, the young master Wang, who was sitting on the ground, couldn't help but have a strange look on his face.

If it weren't for this brick, Mr. Wang believed that even if he could finally kill Nan Huaiyuan, it would not be so fast. He would definitely have to continue fighting for a long time to end this arduous battle involving life and death.

Time is also destiny. If Nan Huaiyuan is alive in heaven, he will definitely regret not kneeling before Taoist Sanqing to ask for good or bad luck before leaving the martial arts world and entering the world.

"Now that the trouble in Nan Huaiyuan has been solved, Hong Burang is still in the wind. In a few days, a big shot in the martial arts world has come to Sijiu City to take charge. It must be that the martial arts masters of the Hong family will not dare to come and seek revenge at will. Young Master Finally, I can live a stable life, no longer need to hide around, and practice hard."

Just when Wang Le was relaxing and finally regaining some strength, and was sounding happily, his ears suddenly twitched slightly, and he pulled out the special military thorn inserted in the soil, and then he grew up from the ground.

Then Wang Le picked up Nan Huaiyuan's natal sword from the ground nearby and put it into the Dharma Eye space. Then he touched the ground with his toes, soared into the air, and flew to a thick sycamore tree nearby. At the same time, he reluctantly opened the Dharma Eye Dragon's Yin Yi. Yes, let the body disappear on the branch of the tree where it is standing.

After a while, the dense sound of yellowing leaves on the ground being trampled to pieces came from far and near, coming towards Wang Le.

Wang Le, who was standing invisible on the tree, narrowed his eyes to a slit, and at the same time, the blood flow in his body slowly slowed down, minimizing his sense of existence, as if he had disappeared from this world.

Just as the invisible Wang Le looked down calmly, he saw Li Mubai, Zhuang Ruixiong and nearly twenty other masters in Chinese tunic suits appearing in Young Master Wang's sight slowly but really quickly.

Then I saw that walking behind Li Mubai, Zhuang Ruixiong and other internal masters was the Nanhua Blood Sword Han Ruoshui whom I had seen in the afternoon.

What caught Wang Le's attention even more was that besides the Nanhua Blood Sword, there was another person walking side by side with Han Ruoshui.

Wearing a golden robe, with long black hair, dressed in an ancient style, he is a middle-aged man who looks very old.

Especially the eyes on that long, thin face are like the twinkling stars in the sky, making people remember him as soon as they take a glance.

At this time, Wang Le's intuition told him that this person's cultivation level must be on par with Nanhua Blood Sword Han Ruoshui's.

Among them, these two people stood side by side and walked at the back of the group of masters. They were of similar stature and had extraordinary demeanor, and one could get a clue.

"Why did they come here?"

Wang Le, who was standing on the sycamore tree and was invisible, said secretly in confusion.

But after thinking about it for a moment, Wang Le suddenly realized that after all, Nan Huaiyuan was a member of the martial arts world and a well-known figure. Now that he was fighting with people in Tianxiang Pavilion, of course he had to come over.

Also, the commotion during the day was so loud that everyone in Forty-Nine City who knew the inside story was naturally in a state of nervous tension.

Of course, Wang Lemubai and Zhuang Ruixiong knew in their hearts that the people coming were also here for them.

Among them, if Li Mubai and Zhuang Ruixiong were not surprised, they should be worried about Wang Le's life safety. After all, Nan Huaiyuan was a mid-level master of martial arts, so it would be false to say that he was not worried.

"Dead." Nan Huaiyuan, whose body was separated on the ground in front of Li Mubai, couldn't help but look in disbelief and stuttered.

Zhuang Ruixiong, who was walking next to him, did not hesitate to give in. He stared in shock at Nan Huaiyuan's cold and broken body on the ground, as well as the dead-eyed head next to him.

"Wang Le really did this," Zhuang Ruixiong muttered to himself in disbelief.

But the reason why they came was because someone reported that Wang Le and Nan Huaiyuan were fighting in Tianxiang Pavilion.

At this moment, Han Ruoshui and the strange middle-aged martial arts master also came to the front from behind. Seeing this, Li Mubai and Zhuang Ruixiong quickly stepped aside with a conscious attitude, assuming a respectful posture and not daring to talk nonsense. But the shock on their faces could not be concealed.

Under the cold bright moon, the scene was completely silent. The twenty or so Ouchi masters in Chinese tunic suits held their breath and did not dare to make a sound for fear of attracting attention.

Facing Han Ruoshui and the middle-aged man in a golden robe, the frightened respect of the masters like Li Mubai and Zhuang Ruixiong was mixed with deep fear.

Wang Le, who was standing invisible on the sycamore tree, knew from the performances of Li Mubai, Zhuang Ruixiong and others that Han Ruoshui and the middle-aged man in gold robe were not only extremely skilled in martial arts, but also people with great prestige and outstanding reputation.

Therefore, in order to prevent the two horror masters from discovering his existence, the invisible Wang Le scanned the movements of the people below with his peripheral vision.

"Oh, I don't know how many enemies in Nan Huaiyuan wanted to kill him, but none of them got what they wanted. He has lived a prosperous life, but he didn't expect that he would sink into the sand and lose his life in this mortal world. What a fate."

Nanhua Xuejian Han Ruoshui broke the silence and said calmly without showing any trace of gloating.

If there was anyone under the Nan Huaiyuan Spring who knew Han Ruoshui's words, the three corpses would jump with anger. If it weren't for this ruthless guy's palm, he would most likely escape Wang Le's pursuit and escape with his life. In the future There will be a day for a comeback.

But now it's too late. We can only blame Nan Huaiyuan's bad luck, and finally met the moody guy Nanhua Blood Sword.

Back to the topic, at this moment, a trace of regret and cruelty flashed in the eyes of the golden-robed man, but his tone did not reveal any thoughts in his heart. He said noncommittally: "On the way here, Cheng Mou heard someone below mention that he fought with Brother Nan. His name is Wang Le, and he seems to have something to do with Brother Han’s Nanhua Temple."

After a pause, the man in gold robe calmly glanced at Han Ruoshui who was standing next to him, and then further pointed out: "This Wang Le is related by blood to Brother Han's junior brother Ji Yangzi."

Han Ruoshui, who was expressionless, looked as usual and replied: "Yes, I just heard from Junior Nephew Mu Bai that Wang Le is the only bloodline left by Junior Brother's grandson who was left in the world."

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