"Rare..."

The young man in black danced with his swords and his eyes were so cold that he was inhumane. He ignored any wailings and begging, and his sword was killed!

The storm in the hall seemed to be even more violent than outside the window!

Wherever the young man passed, his limbs flew across the body, but his blood was not touched. In just a few breaths, more than ten wild wolves in the hall turned into corpses under the blade.

The accident in the eyes of the swordsman in blue-shirt gradually turned into surprise. When the blade stopped, the young man in black sprinkled the blood on the two swords, he came to his senses and opened his mouth:

"Ha...I didn't expect it to be a reckless man who uses a knife."

The young man stood among the corpses all over the ground and turned around and showed a bright smile:

"My name is Zuo Lingquan, and I am a swordsman. But most people can't afford my sword."

The swordsman in blue shook his head, not knowing whether he didn't believe it or disdain, so he put down the wine bowl and bowed:

"Zhao Wuxie, I'm lucky to meet."

"Good luck."
Chapter completed!