Mo Shenggu brandished his sword, assuming a stance, preparing to attack.
"Wait a minute!"
Li Huan shouted.
Mo Shenggu asked, "What is it?"
Li Huan said, "If you're not buying boxed lunches, don't delay the Ming Cult from buying boxed lunches! Old man with white eyebrows, do you want to eat boxed lunches?"
The White-browed Eagle King stroked his beard and laughed, "After fighting for so long, I am indeed hungry."
Yang Xiao laughed and said, "I drank too much last night and didn't have time to eat any meat. My stomach is already rumbling!"
Wei Yixiao quickly asked, "Young man, what four dishes are in your lunchbox?"
Before Li Huan could answer, Mo Shenggu charged toward the White-browed Eagle King with his sword!
Swish! Swish...
The longsword danced, its light like a rainbow, transforming into dozens of sword tips that enveloped the White-browed Eagle King.
"Holy crap!" Li Huan drew his "Mysterious Iron Pig-Slaughtering Knife" to block Mo Shenggu!
Click!
The longsword broke in two, and Mo Shenggu staggered backward, falling backward onto the snow.
The crowd gasped in surprise.
Li Huan gripped the "Mysterious Iron Pig-Slaughtering Knife" tightly, pointing it at Mo Shenggu.
"Are you deaf?! Didn't you hear the Ming Cult members trying to buy my lunchboxes?"
Mo Shenggu stared in disbelief, his right hand's web of thumb cracked open, and blood gushed out.
Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting, Song Qingshu, and the Wudang disciples were also extremely shocked.
Although Mo Shenggu ranked last among the "Seven Heroes of Wudang", his martial arts skills were not weak. He was proficient in "Wudang Swordplay" and had a profound understanding of it.
To everyone's surprise, Li Huan cleaved his longsword in two with a single blow, leaving him sprawled on the ground in a sorry state!
Mo Shenggu asked in astonishment, "What...what kind of swordsmanship are you using?"
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