Zhou Bin nodded and smiled: "I know, if he wasn't the best, I wouldn't have come!"

Zhou Bin’s arrogance made everyone angry. This kid was lawless and really looked down on them at Longding Mountain.

Long Jian immediately asked: "Master, please let me go and teach him a lesson!"

Master Long Ding was also furious at this time, and immediately said: "Okay, you go and let him know how powerful we are in Long Ding Mountain!"

Long Jian leaped up, swung his sword and chopped towards Zhou Bin's head.

Zhou Bin smiled, stretched out two fingers, and gently pinched Long Jian's sword.

Long Jian's body was still in the air. Zhou Bin swung his arm and turned Long Jian into a windmill.

After several rounds, Zhou Bin fell to the ground suddenly. The poor dragon sword broke into eight pieces on the spot, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. It was a horrible sight.

Hiss! Suddenly, there was a sound of people sucking in their breath in the hall, and everyone was stunned.

Master Long Ding shouted, "Jian'er!"

But it was too late, Long Jian had already been thrown to the ground and died.

Zhou Bin just wiped his clothes lightly with two fingers and said with a smile: "He's dead, next one!"

Everyone present was stunned at this moment. They had never thought that this would be the case.

When the second disciple Long Xiao and the third disciple Long Feng saw that their eldest brother had died tragically on the spot, they were immediately furious. They both jumped up, drew their swords and slashed at Zhou Bin.

Zhou Bin was not polite at all. He slapped out with his palm suddenly. A powerful air wave instantly knocked the two people away and slammed them into the wall of the hall, causing a big hole to collapse in the wall on the spot.

The two men immediately suffered broken bones and died from bleeding.