"What did you say …!"
Hearing the words of Young Master Wu's lackey, Sang Zichen's eyes were extremely cold.
In his heart, Liu Yang was no longer the deep hatred he had before.
It could even be said that the current Liu Yang was the grace of being reborn to him.
He looked at Liu Yang with gratitude. He didn't even have the time to thank Tide. How could he bear to see these guys humiliating Liu Yang?
They were insulting his master!
Immediately, he roared and pulled out the wooden sword that Liu Yang had given him.
Obviously, he wanted to make the few guys in front of him swallow the words that they had said earlier.
However …
Sang Zichen did not expect that when he took out the wooden sword that Liu Yang had bestowed upon him, these arrogant fellows in front of him actually laughed out loud.
"Hey … I'll say … I'll say, brother."
"Damn you, you're too talented …?"
Looking at the wooden sword in Sang Zichen's hand, Young Master Wu laughed until his stomach hurt.
Her entire body was curled up into a ball, and she couldn't even breathe.
"You, you said you were imitating Sang Zichen … That's fine, but why did you use a wooden sword to act? You … you're too realistic, brother …"
"That's … that's … that's … I say, brother, in our world of martial cultivation, who doesn't know the famous Young Sword Master of the Vast Sword Sect, Sang Zichen's sword? That's one of the three great treasures of the Vast Sword Sect, the Longevity Sword! You … no matter what, you should at least bring out an iron sword. Why did you bring out a wooden sword …"
Beside Young Master Wu, one of the lackeys was laughing so hard that he could not close his mouth.
"I'll say, stop acting. You're so funny. Now … you just need to follow your useless master and kneel down to Young Master Wu and kowtow to him. Then, we'll let you go."
No words.
Sang Zichen did not respond to them.
He responded to them.
It was the sound of a sword!
At this moment …
Everyone who turned their gazes to the spectator stand was stunned.
They did not expect such a thing to happen …
Following a "Qiang!", a sword light flashed past like lightning.
And the result of the sword light flashing past was Young Master Wu's firm and powerful arm falling down ….
From the beginning to the end, looking at his eyes that were still smiling, he seemed to have never thought that what was waiting for him would be such a thing ….
"You … how dare you …"
Staring at his arm, Young Master Wu shouted in a daze. It seemed that the pain had not come yet.
Until now, he could not imagine or even dare to believe that the guy in front of him was the arrogant Sang Zichen!
"Clang!"
Another clang of a sword sound.
Interrupted everyone's shock and disbelief.
Sang Zichen, who was still talking and jumping a moment ago, had one of his arms chopped off again …
Scarlet red blood gushed out gushing out of his broken arm.
Until now, his eyes were still filled with disbelief..
However, the difference was …
This time, he felt pain.
"Ah!"
A scream was squeezed out of his mouth.
His whole body was curled up like a rope. He was in pain and struggling.
The sharp blade that he had always been proud of and confident in also fell from his waist at this moment, making a crisp sound as it fell to the ground.
"How … how could this be …"
When he saw Young Master Wu's miserable appearance, his follower subconsciously took a step back. His pupils abruptly shrunk and they were filled with fear.
"How … could this be …?"
Sang Zichen looked indifferently at Young Master Wu, who was struggling in front of him and was in so much pain that he could barely speak.
There was no emotional fluctuation at all.
"You … what the hell are you? How dare you hurt our Young Master Wu!"
Suddenly, a voice interrupted Sang Zichen.
The voice was filled with grief and indignation, as if what Sang Zichen had just cut off was not Young Master Wu, but his arm.
"That … that …"
Beside the owner of the voice, another guy also took a step forward, his face full of anger.
In their eyes.
This guy in front of them was following the official WeChat account of novels.
Reading novels better.
Searching Weibo.
The reason why WSG2255 was able to injure their Eldest Young Master Wu was completely because he had taken advantage of him when he was unprepared.
Otherwise, even if this guy in front of them had ten lives, they were very confident that he would not be able to kill their Young Master Wu …
But …
This was a matter of life and death. Although they thought so, they still tactfully did not make a move. They only continued to stare at Liu Yang and Sang Zichen with an angry look.
"Who the hell do you think you are? Do you know who our Young Master Wu is? He is the son of the leader of the Imperial Sword Faction, Wu Tianhe's son. You f * cking …"
"Actually just now … didn't you already know who I am …"
Before he could finish his words, Sang Zichen's cold voice sounded.
Like a midnight bell, once it rang, it made people shudder with fear.
"What … what …"
Hearing Sang Zichen's words, not only the guys below the stage, even the onlookers felt as though they had been struck by lightning. Their entire bodies were rooted to the spot …
"I say … didn't you already know who I am just now …"
Looking at Young Master Wu, who was curled up and struggling on the ground, Sang Zichen's mouth curved into a cold smile.
"Since you dare to tarnish my master's reputation and even dare to speak arrogantly and slander my master, then today, I will give you a quick death …"
"Wait a moment."
Just as Sang Zichen was about to cut them in half and get rid of those scumbags.
Liu Yang's voice was heard.
Hearing Liu Yang's voice, Young Master Wu, who was still rolling on the ground in pain, immediately looked as if he had seen a blessed Bodhisattva. He did not care whether he had an arm or not, whether it hurt or not, and directly squeezed his whole body towards Liu Yang.
Bright red blood immediately flowed all over the ground …
"Mas … Master … No … That's not right, bro … bro … Brother, I beg you, take it as me begging you, okay? Want … Want Sang Zichen, no … No, Young Master Sang, please let me go …"
"Yes … yes, it's me … it's me who was blind and could not see how powerful you are … but … but I beg you, please forgive me and let me go …"
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