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One hundred and thirty-six chapters; Su Yuren, the Lord of Freedom.

The cold wind blew like a knife, rustling by, reflecting a little cold light.

The cold wind swept through the battle in the capital, rolling away a few new greens, floating with the wind and flying.

"Tang Wushuang, you insulted my master and hurt my master. Today, Su must ask you for an explanation!" Su Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and two cold lights appeared. He stared at Tang Wushuang in front of him and said in a cold voice.

Upon hearing this, Tang Wushuang, wearing iron armor, seemed to have never heard of it and said lightly, "Who are you from the Xiaoyao Sect?"

Su Yu was stunned when he heard this, and then sneered, "Tang Wushuang, don't pretend to be confused with someone who I am, don't you know?"

"Hahahaha, Su Yu, I know you are such a bad person, but what I asked is, who are you from the Xiaoyao Sect?" Tang Wushuang laughed, then looked at Su Yu and said with a smile.

Su Yu couldn't figure out his mind now, and showed two flying knives slightly to guard against him, while asking alertly, "What do you mean?"

"You are just a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect!" Tang Wushuang roared suddenly and his eyes widened.

Su Yu was stunned and then sneered, "It seems that the head of the Tang family is still like a child, and he doesn't understand the reason why ability is not equal to time?"

"Hmph, this is a good one. Your flying knife skills can also reach my eyes, but...... This is a martial arts competition, a place where all the heroes in the world compete for power, not where you, Su Yu, can break the rules at will!" Tang Wushuang smiled at first, but later he became more intense, and the louder the voice became, and finally even roared!

"Tang Wushuang, what do you mean?" Su Yu could no longer hold back at this time. Liu Ye pointed at Tang Wushuang directly and roared.

"I mean, you, Su Yu, are not qualified to stand on this stage and fight me. Your identity is not worthy!!!" Tang Wushuang's eyes were like a knife, revealing an infinite cold light.

When Su Yu heard this, he was speechless and didn't know what else to say. No one would have thought that after years of hard practice and martial arts, he would have thought that Su Yu was a seven-foot man, the best man in the world!

It's really heartbreaking to lose to one title.

After a while, Su Yu suddenly raised his head and said proudly, "What if I insist on fighting with you?"

"Call!"

At the same time, Su Yu's willow leaf flying knife had also quietly turned out, sandwiched between his fingers.

"If it's a tough battle? That's a breaking of the rules!" Tang Wushuang smiled and said jokingly.

"Bang!"

With a thunderous explosion, a black shadow suddenly swept onto the ring. Its speed was so fast that even with Su Yu's eyes, he could not see clearly.

"I will take action by myself if you violate the rules!" A word without humanity floated. This was a figure covered in black iron armor, burly and tall, very terrifying.

His burly body came on stage in an instant, and even shocked Su Yu.
Chapter completed!
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