After laughing, Liu Xiaoru suggested.

Yang Jun nodded indifferently. Anyway, his intention to drink today is not to drink, and it doesn’t matter whether he fights monsters or not. The key is to enjoy the fun of playing games with her.

"Okay! But, what monster do you want to hit today? Or just chop whatever monster you see?"

"Fight monsters? What's the point of fighting monsters? How about not being a real person pk?"

These words made Yang Jun and Liu Xiaoru frown, because they were not what Liu Xiaoru said. This sarcastic voice came from behind them. The two of them looked back unhappily, seeing who was so impolite and disturbing them.

As soon as I turned around, I saw a large group of people riding black horses running towards me. In a blink of an eye, these guys riding fast horses and ferocious soldiers surrounded them.

Passers-by nearby saw the abnormality here, and the timids fled one after another, while the bold ones ran away and stretched their necks to watch the fun.

Yang Jun counted secretly and there were 15 people surrounding them! They all rode on the big dark horse of the Divine Horse, some holding swords, some holding swords, and one of them was out of the sheath and held them in their hands. Except for one wearing a red dress, the others were all dressed in black, and each of them had a fierce murderous aura. The eyes of these people looked like wolves when they looked at him and Liu Xiaoru, both fierce and cruel. Whenever their eyes passed by Liu Xiaoru, their faces always showed unconcealed greed and lust.

"Who are you? Why are you surrounding us?"

The bold Liu Xiaoru blushed and asked loudly the only guy among the group who was not wearing black clothes.

Yang Jun did not say a word, his left eye habitually half-squinted, staring at this guy in a fiery red suit, who looked like a leader. He held the hilt of the sword quietly with his right hand and grabbed the scabbard with his left hand.

The fiery red dress has a thin figure, a dark face with a clear outline, a slender eyes, and a cold look. There is a long hook nose that makes people dislike it. The thin lips are purple-black and tightly pursed. A scar of more than three inches long winds from the center of his eyebrows like a big centipede to the left ear. He is carrying a big Mo knife that is nearly three meters long in his right hand (Mo Dao: a variant of the long sword. The handle is often one or two meters long, and is usually a long weapon used by military generals on the back of a horse). The Mo Dao's blade is cold.

This person gives people the feeling that he is not a good person at first glance.

Hearing Liu Xiaoru's questioning, the corner of the man's mouth raised upwards sarcastically, his slender eyes stared at Yang Jun's face without a moment, and a low voice rang out.

"Sure enough, it's exactly the same as the person in the portrait given by the head! Humph! Take it down!"

Yang Jun's face changed, and Liu Xiaoru's face turned pale. None of them expected that this person would actually arrest people and would not reason with them at all.

The man sat upright on the horse's back and didn't move. He only gave an order. Suddenly, four men in black in front of Yang Jun and Liu Xiaoru were urging the horse and rushing to him. The other men in black were still surrounding him.

Immediately, Yang Jun and Liu Xiaoru were attacked from both sides, and more than a dozen people were eyeing each other on the outside.

"choke!"

Yang Jun bit his teeth, and his left hand, which had been holding the scabbard and his right hand, which had been holding the hilt, suddenly pulled it out in the opposite direction at the same time. The sound of the long sword being unsheathed for a very short time and disappeared. The rusty iron sword sword light flashed across Liu Xiaoru's long, white neck. As the red blood splashed on Liu Xiaoru's neck, her head suddenly flew into the air. The iron sword light broke, and Yang Jun's body suddenly rushed forward. The iron sword and his body immediately formed a straight line. The iron sword tip pierced into the right rib of a man in black who was rushing towards him. The tip of the sword burst out from the armpit on the other side of the man.

The sword light flashed, and Yang Jun pulled out the iron sword. He also took advantage of the pounce and threw himself to the ground, just avoiding the attack of the long swords of the other three men in black.

The three men in black did not make up for the attack at one time, but did not continue to attack. They actually stared at the heads of the people who had just fallen to the ground.

It's the head of that beauty!

Aren’t they together? How did this guy kill his woman? Was it a man-killing?

Not only were the three of them stunned, but even the men in black who were in charge of surrounding each other were looking at each other, not understanding how this guy was incompatible with me.

Even the leader in the fiery red outfit raised his eyebrows, which was quite surprising.

Yang Jun ignored their dazedness, rolled three times on the ground, and rolled to the front of another man in black. The man in black was still dazed, Yang Jun didn't care what he was doing! The iron sword in his hand swept out without hesitation. The sword light flashed and cut off the right front hoof of the black horse under the man's seat. The horse was suddenly broken and his body naturally fell to the right. The man in black on the horse's back naturally fell down. The moment the man in black fell down, Yang Jun suddenly rushed over and inserted his sword into the man's head. The iron sword was inserted more than a foot long, and a piece of sword tip penetrated out of the man's chin.

At this moment, the other men in black and red-clothed men were awakened, and they drove their horses, raised their swords and rushed up.

"presumptuous!"

The black horse under the head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat suddenly jumped forward, and rushed to Yang Jun. On the back of the horse, the Mo knife in the hand of the head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat head-coat suddenly jumped.

The blade immediately knocked the iron sword in Yang Jun's hand away.

Mo Dao flipped his blade and slammed the back of the knife hard on Yang Jun's neck. Yang Jun felt that the eyes were dark and he immediately rushed to the ground.

"Take it back!"

The head-coated red-clothed man took back the Mo Dao in a low voice, gave a cold command, and rode his horse back along the way.

Naturally, behind him, there were men to execute his orders.

When they walked away, the crowds of people who were far away began to talk.

Someone asked: "Who are these people? So arrogant? Are you arresting people on the road?"

Someone immediately replied: "Who is the one in the Sword Alliance? Are you from Phoenix City?"

Another question was: "Who is the guy in red? His martial arts are so powerful!"

"Haha! How can the Fire Kirin of the Sword Alliance not be powerful?"
Chapter completed!