Seeing that more and more people were watching, Lin Lang quickly found the best seat, took out some potato chips and Coke, and watched the show boredly.
…
On the city wall.
A swordsman in black raised his long sword and said indifferently, "This sword is made of cold iron from outer space, weighing three pounds and two ounces. It can cut hair with a single blow and cut iron like mud."
Across from him, the white-robed swordsman yelled, "Xiahou Swordsman, what do you mean? You think Tianwai Hantie is so great!
You're still so long-winded before the fight, you deserve to never be able to defeat Yan Chixia."
The white-robed swordsman's words immediately made Xiahou Swordsman's face gloomy.
"Humph! Who said I can't beat Yan Chixia? When I go to Lanruo Temple in a few days, I will definitely take back the title of the world's number one swordsman!"
He looked at the white-robed swordsman and said coldly, "Before that, let's first settle the grudge between us!"
Seeing the murderous intent in Xiahou Swordsman's eyes, the white-clothed swordsman shook his palm and drew his sword.
"Come on, today only one of us can survive." He said with narrowed eyes.
Xiahou Swordsman sneered, drew his sword, pointed it at the opponent, and exuded an imposing manner.
"call……"
The majestic wind blew the two men's clothes, and the sword intent was everywhere around them. Seeing that the battle was about to break out, the onlookers also felt something strange and subconsciously held their breath.
“Crack!”
Suddenly, a crisp sound destroyed the tense atmosphere.
Everyone also turned their attention to Lin Lang and the potato chips in his hand.
Lin Lang remained calm and said, "Don't worry about me, just continue."
Xiahou Swordsman suddenly looked at Lin Lang and angrily said, "You little bastard, are you looking for death?"
Lin Lang's eyes lit up. It's you!
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