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"Kill him!"

"Hack this kid to death!"

After a short while, the leader of the group waved his hand and the crowd quietened down. It seemed like that person was quite dignified. With a complicated expression, he looked at the youth and asked, "What is your name?"

"Soul Emissary, Zuo Qiang." So this cold young man was Zuo Qiang, a legend that he had never lost.

When the person heard this, he frowned again, as if he had never heard of Zuo Qiang's name before.

Seeing him like that, Zuo Qiang sneered: "Under your leadership, the Battle Soul Gang is also a big gang. In this northern Anhui province, you can be considered as the local tyrant. But today, your Battle Soul Sect must be removed from the Northern Anhui. "

Zuo Qiang's words seemed unbelievable, but it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

When Xue Lin heard this, he laughed loudly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. Suddenly, he looked at Zuo Qiang fiercely and said, "Not to mention my Battle Soul Gang, even the small gangs on this piece of land like you, an ignorant brat like you, can't handle it. Being young and coming out isn't as simple as you think, it's better for you to just obediently go back and read your book."

When Zuo Qiang heard this, he sneered, "Really?"

Then, everyone's vision blurred, and Zuo Qiang's figure could no longer be seen.

He then heard Xue Lin's expression change as he shouted, "Be careful!"

Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!

Everywhere Zuo Qiang passed, the blade in his hand mercilessly sliced open the throats of those people.

Before the pitiful Battle Soul Gang members could even cry out, they had already fallen down. Wherever Zuo Qiang went, there were more than ten of them. He didn't even move when he laid on the ground. There was only a clear bloody wound on his neck.

After Xue Lin shouted, those guys reacted and all backed off. When they looked at Zuo Qiang's cold face with shock, more than twenty people on the ground fell there.

Every movement he made was 20 lives. His elegant movements did not seem like he was killing people, but more like an artist. His hands held a brush, and he was focused on drawing the artwork in his heart. Everyone who saw this scene only knew that Zuo Qiang wasn't killing people, and he wasn't a human at all. He was the one who had spoken of himself as the soul reaper from hell. He was so indifferent to human life. It was as if he was crushing a bunch of insignificant ants.

Cold, ruthless, cold-blooded.

Everyone was shocked by Zuo Qiang's actions. They never thought that such a suave and handsome youth would be able to kill so many people in such a cruel manner.

Their hearts trembled. Earlier, they were shouting that they wanted to do something to him, but now, when they looked at Zuo Qiang, it was as if they were looking at a death god. When Zuo Qiang returned to his original position, it was as if he hadn't moved at all. His face was still indifferent and cold.

A charming smile hung on the face of Zuo Qiang as he looked at Xue Lin and the others and said, "Do you think I'm too heartless?"

One of them ignored the nearly two hundred people with blades in their hands as they smiled. Those people felt strange inside, but they didn't dare to say anything. If they provoked this god of death, they might not even know how they died.

Xue Lin was the first to awaken from the earlier actions of Zuo Qiang. The shock in his heart was no less than those subordinates of his. He couldn't help but be alarmed in his heart: "I didn't think that this young man could reach such a high level of attainment in martial arts when he wasn't even twenty. It looks like I have to be careful today."

Xue Lin calmed his heart and took a step forward as he said loudly, "Sir Zuo, you are indeed very skilled. No wonder you dared to say such words just now, but you do not put human lives in your heart. This goes against the will of martial practitioners.

Although he was shocked by the strong martial arts of the left, he was not a pushover. Being able to survive in this city in North Anhui did not depend on luck, strength was a guarantee.

Most of them had seen Sect Leader's martial arts before. Although this kid was powerful, his big brother was not simple. Plus, there were at least so many people on his side. And he was alone. At that moment, the person who had been stunned by Zuo Qiang earlier had regained some of his confidence. He held his steel blade tightly in his hand. As long as his big brother gives the order, no matter what, they would rush forward and hack this devil who had killed so many of his brothers to death.

When Zuo Qiang heard Xue Lin's words, he chuckled softly. His voice came from the darkness, "It won't be difficult to step over Xue Lin's corpse. Today, your Battle Soul Gang will definitely be exterminated."

When the members of the Battle Soul Sect heard this voice, they were stunned. He looked at Zuo Qiang and said, "Very good, I, Xue Lin, have also rolled around in the martial arts world for so many years. Today, I finally know that the martial arts world is the world for your young people, and not only did you allow me to see such a superb martial art, but you also allowed me to witness such an arrogant young man. However, before I, Xue Lin, die today, I'd like to see exactly how powerful you are. " As he spoke, he took a step forward and stared arrogantly at Zuo Qiang. His gaze was as if it could kill, causing Zuo Qiang to feel a chill in his heart.

He didn't want to waste any more words, he raised his hand and swung the blade towards Zuo Qiang's head. When the latter saw Xue Lin slashing at him, he coldly snorted. If it was him from before, he would probably be at a disadvantage today. He saw that the blade that was already at Zuo Qiang's head had landed on his head, and was blocked by the single blade that was in Zuo Qiang's hand.

Zuo Qiang blocked the blade that was coming at him, and then immediately kicked Xue Lin's lower abdomen. However, Xue Lin was quite a character. Seeing that the saber was blocked by him, he was secretly surprised at the strength of his arm, but at the same time, he also kicked out.

With a "peng" sound, Xue Lin's leg was kicked back by Zuo Qiang, and his body swayed due to the counterforce. Xue Lin only felt a burst of pain in his leg, but he was shocked to find that Zuo Qiang's saber had already caught up to him. Zuo Qiang didn't have the slightest bit of sympathy as he mercilessly chopped down with his blade. Hearing a loud shout, Xue Lin rolled to the side.

Zuo Qiang lost his target in front of him and saw a figure appear in front of him. He felt the cold air coming in his way. Without thinking, Zuo Qiang took a wrong step and his body shifted slightly. Xue Lin's blade just barely brushed past him. Zuo Qiang was secretly shocked. He didn't have time to think about it carefully before he saw Xue Lin's blade turn as soon as it hit empty air. He changed his move to a horizontal slash from his waist. Zuo Qiang was slightly shocked, but he didn't dare to be careless. His body suddenly flew up into the air, and he cut horizontally with the saber in his hand. He saw Xue Lin's blade sweep past his body, and his blade had already arrived in front of Xue Lin.

However, his reflexes were very fast. Seeing that his blade was about to hit, he could only give up the opportunity to forcefully attack. He blocked his blade with his blade and immediately fought back. The two's moves were fast and their movements were relaxed. Each of their moves clashed head on with each other, creating sparks. Everyone who saw this felt as if their hearts were raised to their throats.

In reality, they had never seen such a fight before. The competition was clearly the same as the one they had seen on TV, but no one doubted that this was just a dream. This was because the fight between the two was too real.

The fierce battle between Zuo Qiang and Xue Lin lasted for nearly half an hour, but neither of them showed any signs of defeat.

Zuo Qiang and Xue Lin were greatly shocked in their hearts. They secretly admired each other's strength and could not help but have a slightly bitter thought of cherishing each other. However, their hands didn't stop there either, because they both knew in their hearts that only one person could leave here today. It was fated.

His body seemed to have become much lighter and nimbler. Zuo Qiang only felt that his movements were very fast as the saber came at him from all directions, causing him to be almost unable to defend and his clothes were torn a few times. Shocked, he began to wander around, entangling himself with Shi Mu again. This time, however, he was able to perform his sword moves extremely well. However, they were not tyrannical or cruel.

The strong Zuo was taken advantage of by Xue Lin right from the start. When he used his sabre art, it was as if there were several people surrounding him in the middle. He was shocked in his heart. He did not expect him to have so many moves. Zuo Qiang was surrounded and killed by him for a while. He was slightly angered and shouted, "Sect Master Xue, good saber art. Let's see if this saber art of mine can enter your eyes."

As he spoke, he extended his hand, and his body spun like a spiral. The saber in his hand quickly swept in all directions, and a cold wind rushed out from all directions, causing the people from the War Soul Gang not too far away to feel a trace of coldness.

A few "ding ding ding" sounds broke the silence in the night sky. After that, he saw Zuo Qiang and Xue Lin fight against each other. Their bodies made some intimate contact, and when they separated again, the two of them used their sabers to prop themselves on the ground and half knelt.

When the disciples of the War Soul Gang saw this, they were shocked and said, "Big Brother, Big Brother, are you alright?"

The strong Zuo swept across the four seas, blocking Xue Lin's saber technique that was about to envelop him. The two of them then took the opportunity to fight a great battle. He fought with all his might for more than ten moves. Three or four wounds were cut on Zuo Qiang's body, and the blade in his hand also fiercely stabbed into Xue Lin's right chest. The smell of blood filled the entire street. Xue Lin's face was pale. Sweat dripped to the ground like rain, and his expression was filled with pain.