Zhao Langjiang said, "You can bargain."

"Why do you still?"

Zhao Langjiang's golden sword pointed at the oblique finger and pressed down slightly. Sun Qiangu felt that his inner breath was disordered and wanted to release the law space to escape, but found that Zhao Langjiang's golden sword had locked his law space.

"Every time you take a knife, I will give you five million taels!"

Sun Qiangu asked back, "Then I will take you five knives, wouldn't you want to find me five million taels?"

"Can!"

Sun Qiangu thought in his mind that although Zhao Langjiang's golden sword was sharp, if he exerted his cultivation with all his strength, he would still have the power to refute it. If he didn't help, it would be good to take his four swords and escape unstoppable.

"Can Lord Zhao keep his word?"

Zhao Langjiang looked at the city, "I ask Master Xuanmiao and Senior Wuliangzi to be the guarantee."

Xuanmiao pronounced the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, donor Zhao is afraid that it will be difficult for me to be a monk. There are less than thirty taels in my arms, so I'm afraid I can't afford it."

Zhao Langjiang grinned, "If I break my promise, I will give you Shaolin Temple in Yinyang City. In front of so many heroes in the world, I am afraid that I will not repent."

The golden sword means to remove it.

Sun Qiangu suddenly felt much more relaxed. He took a deep breath, let out a long roar, and held the mountain-shaking sword on both sides. In case of precaution, he released the space of law first.

The male and female swords shook the mountain, like a long snake spitting a letter, making a sizzling sound. The two sword lights became more and more pure, and in the space of the law, it seemed to have the ability to destroy the world.

Zhao Langjiang took a step forward.

A slash.

Soft and weak, as if a naughty boy swung his sword.

Sun Qiangu's two swords met and said, "Five million taels per..."

Before the sword could be released, his long sword seemed to pierce into the void, and then a meaning of silence came from the long sword.

True qi cannot be discharged.

Sun Qiangu's temples were gray-white, but he was in a state of ecstasy and full of energy. With this knife, his eyes became lost. His gray hair became gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then he kept falling off.

Sun Qiangu was shocked and felt that his body's vitality was constantly leaking out, and his internal organs aging at an extremely fast speed. The round skin developed wrinkles.

vitality!

Sun Qiangu let go of the mountain-shaking sword.

Zhao Langjiang said, "This knife will cost you ten years of life. Five million taels, it is worth it! You have to consider it, and you will attack the second knife."

"No!"

Sun Qiangu was almost crazy. He ignored Zhao Langjiang's long sword suppression and almost used all his skills to gallop back. This fear made him no longer have any fantasies.

Then, he found that there was a wind under his feet. This jump could have jumped thirty or forty feet, but when it landed, it retreated less than one foot.

Zhao Langjiang sneered, "Don't you understand yet? Today, I didn't want you to leave alive!"

After saying that, the golden knife slashed down on his head.

Sun Qiangu was already desperate and had no intention of resisting anymore. All his hatred and ambitions would follow Zhao Langjiang's sword.

At this time, a woman shouted in a voice, "Lord Zhao, keep someone under the knife."

Zhao Langjiang ignored it, and his sword fell on Sun Qiangu's head without speed.

"Wow!"

A baby cries came out.
Chapter completed!