Xu Xiwang has just been reborn as a super rich second-generation heir. The beautiful campus belle rejects his 249th marriage proposal and even threatens to jump into a river in front of him!
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"Pfft!"
The gun barrel pierced straight through the man in black's body.
Several men in black fell to the ground.
They fled in panic, but it was too late!
Xu Xiwang felt a surge of murderous intent at this moment.
The young master of the Ghost Palace wielded a long sword that cleaved through the night sky, heading straight for Xu Xiwang.
"Kid, you defeated me last time, but this time I've got a new treasure. You're dead!!"
The young master of the Ghost Palace shouted, and a thick aura of killing intent erupted from the blade of his sword, the tip of which pointed directly at Xu Xiwang.
Xu Xiwang gave a disdainful smile.
"You think you can kill me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he gripped his spear tightly and charged towards the young master of the Ghost Palace.
"Bang!"
The spear and the black sword clashed with a loud clang, and both were sent flying backward.
Xu Xi steadied himself, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The young master of the Ghost Palace also regained his footing.
In that last exchange, he hadn't gained the slightest advantage.
"A flash of ghostly sword!"
The Ghost Palace Master roared, and the black sword in his hand suddenly transformed into sixteen swords.
Each sword gleamed with a cold, icy light.
Sword energy surged forth, hurtling towards Xu Xiwang.
Xu Xiwang bent his legs and kicked off suddenly, his whole body shooting towards the young master of the Ghost Palace at an extremely fast speed, like an arrow released from a bow.
"Ding ding ding..."
The spear was swung and clashed with the longsword.
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, Xu Xiwang's spear was shattered by the sword energy of the young master of the Ghost Palace.
He staggered back several meters.
Seeing this, the young master of the Ghost Palace sneered, "You think you can contend with me?"
Xu Xiwang's eyes were filled with fighting spirit.
"You're too weak; you're not good enough for me."
"That's what the young master of the Ghost Palace said."
Xu Xiwang's pupils contracted slightly. Wasn't this guy's confidence a bit too inflated?
"I'll make you pay!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped up, and his spear transformed into thousands of silver needles, densely covering the young master of the Ghost Palace.
"Hmph, a mere trick!"
The young master of the Ghost Palace smiled contemptuously, holding his sword, and thrust it towards Xu Xiwang.
"Clang!"
The sword and the spear clashed, producing a metallic clang.
Xu Xiwang's figure flew backward.
The young master of the Ghost Palace swallowed several more pills, which greatly increased his power, making his swordplay even more ferocious.
"Damn, this guy's drug use is kind of like cheating, isn't it?"
Xu Xiwang couldn't help but curse, "They even have pills!"
"Boy, prepare to die!"
The young master of the Ghost Palace turned a deep purplish-red, and brandished his longsword, conjuring hundreds of sword shadows, each carrying a sharp killing intent.
A serious look appeared in Xu Xiwang's eyes.
His body moved like a nimble fish, constantly dodging the attacks of the young master of the Ghost Palace.
Seeing that his attack had no effect, the young master of the Ghost Palace snorted coldly.
He drew another longsword from his spine.
"Whoosh!"
A sword beam grazed past Xu Xiwang.
Xu Xiwang sensed danger and immediately stopped trying to escape.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Countless longswords swept towards Xu Xiwang.
Xu Xiwang tried to dodge, but these sword shadows seemed to have eyes, and there was nowhere to hide.
"Smack!"
A flash of sword light appeared, and Xu Xiwang was struck in the shoulder.
Fresh blood gushed out.
Xu Xiwang frowned.
Damn it, his movements are too unpredictable.
"Kid, aren't you going to admit defeat now?"
"The young master of the Ghost Palace said coldly."
Xu Xiwang snorted coldly, "I don't even consider trash like you a threat!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his spear suddenly grew longer, like a silver snake, winding and twisting in mid-air.