Chapter 133

"Learn a thing or two about my Taiji Sword?"

The old man looked at the young man and found the young man's Western sword somewhat familiar.

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

"Did you kill Old Man Han?"

"Old Man Han? Who's that?"

The young man was a sword fanatic; he had challenged many experts in his life.

Without exception, those guys had all died under his sword.

"Han Xiangming, the successor of the Wandering Dragon Sword!"

"Oh, you mean that guy!"

"I remember now."

"That guy's strength was too weak; the Wandering Dragon Sword in his hand looked very impressive, but it was actually just flashy."

"He didn't even last two rounds against me before I stabbed him to death with one sword."

Hearing this, the old man's face turned black instantly.

Han Xiangming was his close friend; he didn't expect him to have died at this guy's hands.

"Pay with your life! Today I will avenge Han Xiangming."

The old man took the long sword from his granddaughter's hand and flew toward the man.

"Well come."

The man held his Western sword and charged over.

The two sides began to fight.

Clang, clang, clang!

For a time, the sound of metal colliding was incessant.

The man's sword was a sword of murder; every strike was aimed at the old man's vital points.

The old man had no choice but to temporarily avoid the sharp edge.

He used clever force to deflect the man's sword.

After dozens of moves,

the man still hadn't harmed the old man in the slightest.

"Interesting, truly very interesting!"

The man looked as if he had seen a very fun toy.

"You are much stronger than that guy who used the Wandering Dragon Sword."

"He died in a few moves; I didn't expect you to be able to take dozens of my moves."

Hearing this, the old man didn't speak.

At this moment, his face was flushed, and the blood in his body was surging.

He was too old, and his bodily functions were degenerating.

He was already at the end of his rope.

If the opponent attacked again,

he would have no strength left to parry.

"Alright, I'm done playing."

"It's time to send you on your way!"

The man seemed to have noticed the old man's state as well.

Seeing the man about to rush over,

the old man shouted to his granddaughter, "Xiaoying, run quickly."

"No, Grandpa, I want to stay with you."

Zhang Ying said this and was about to come up to help.

"Why won't you listen?"

"You are no match for him."

Hearing this, the man's lips curled slightly.

It seemed the old man's strength had earned his respect.

So he said, "Little girl, why don't you listen to your grandpa and run away immediately?"

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll spare you."

Zhang Ying's strength was too weak; she couldn't pique the man's interest at all.

"Zhang Qingshan, I'm treating you quite well, aren't I?"

"I'll only kill you and spare your granddaughter."

"Aren't you going to thank me quickly?"

Listening to the man's strange words, Zhang Qingshan's face turned incredibly black.

He gritted his teeth, and his entire jaw kept twitching.

Zhang Qingshan felt hatred!

He hated that he lacked the strength!

If he were ten years younger, there would be no room for this guy in front of him to be so arrogant.

But unfortunately, there are no "ifs" in life.

The young man had already flown over.

The Western sword in his hand sliced through the void, and a flash of light flickered.

Just as the young man's Western sword was about to stab Zhang Qingshan,

a fireball flew over.

Seeing this, Zhang Qingshan dodged to the side.

"Who?"

"Sneaking around and launching a sneak attack? Get out here!"

Zhang Qingshan looked angrily in the direction the fireball had flown from.

Before long,

a guy walked out.

"What kind of skill is it to bully an old man and a child?"

Hearing Chen Hao's words, the young man laughed.

"What? You want to stand up for them?"

"Can't I?"

"Of course you can, but you have to pay the corresponding price."

As he spoke, the young man raised his sword and charged over.

Seeing this, Chen Hao kicked off with his right foot and met the young man.

The two sides gradually closed in.

The young man held his Western sword.

A Nepalese army knife appeared in Chen Hao's hand.

Just as the two sides were about to engage in close-quarters combat,

the expected sound of metal colliding did not come.

The young man thrust his sword out.

He discovered in horror that he had actually missed.

Chen Hao had disappeared from his sight like a ghost.

"Oh no!"

He felt a chill on his back.

A dagger flashing with purple light stabbed into his back.

"Pfft!"

Chen Hao used Flash to arrive behind the young man, and the sharp Nepalese army knife stabbed in.

The man swung his Western sword back. ===== CHAPTER 135 =====