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When He Lintong saw Yan Wenqing, he was stunned. This was because he had a vague memory of who the person that descended from the sky was in his mind. It was as if he had seen him somewhere before.

"Hero He, are you familiar with him?" Yan Wenqing's words seemed very calm, but they carried a thick hatred. His eyes were staring at He Lintong, making him uncomfortable.

"May I ask who is the hero?" In the end, He Lintong did not recall who this person was. However, this person's appearance was etched into his mind. He Lintong calmly asked, without the slightest bit of anger due to this person's rudeness.

"I am the one who recovered the souls of those who died innocently." Yan Wenqing's words were like a sharp knife, stabbing towards others at the same time he was feeling the pain, piercing towards his enemies. Anyone could see that there were too many grudges and too much hatred in Yan Wenqing's eyes. Of course, He Lintong could also clearly see it in his eyes.

However, He Lintong still stood there calmly, looking at this unfamiliar and familiar person blocking his path. The other people of the Hongtong Sect standing behind him gripped their swords tighter and tighter as they stared at the road that had fallen from the sky.

The sword in Yan Wenqing's hand was even tighter than their own. There was more hatred and hatred shrouding his sword. He saw Yan Wenqing's sword fly up from his waist with a twist of his wrist. He immediately grabbed the sword hilt and shook it off the sheath. The shining sword reflected a hatred of ten zhang.

Only then did He Lintong become alert and pulled out his sword to defend.

At this moment, Yan Wenqing had no words to say. He didn't need any words for revenge. The hatred in his heart had been suppressed for such a long time, and all of it was accumulated on this shiny sword blade.

Yan Wenqing's sword stabbed towards He Lintong, its speed as fast as lightning. He Lintong quickly dodged to the side. He Lintong had once relied on a martial arts technique in the martial arts forest. In the past, Sect Leader Yuan had taught He Lintong his martial arts skills, so a move like Yan Wenqing could not threaten him.

As a result, the two began to fight. Yan Wenqing's martial arts were like a butterfly, lightly spinning around He Lintong, the sword in his hand again and again thrusting towards He Lintong's vitals. The sword in He Lintong's hand was thrown at an exceptionally high altitude. However, in this kind of fight, no one was able to injure him.

The four people at the teahouse nervously looked at Yan Wenqing. However, they weren't worried that Yan Wenqing would lose because they didn't see him completely displaying all of his abilities.

"Second Brother did not display his true abilities." Ni Fei hid the words "The Butterfly's Fetch" because many of the people in the teahouse were lying down on the fence upstairs to watch the fight below.

"I can see from second brother's eyes that he's going to kill He Lintong." Su Guangren said.

Zheng Min stared dumbly at the fight happening below. She hadn't even realized why all of this was happening.

The sword went through the left side of He Lintong's body. He Lintong's body fell to the right as he crashed into the wall, and from the expression on He Lintong's face, it could be seen that this kind of impact was very painful for him. However, his left hand very quickly hit the wall and his body turned around to leap into the middle of the street. However, Yan Wenqing also immediately flew up and made a rotation. The sword seemed to transform into a whirlwind nest in the air, fusing into the air.

"Yan Wenqing's sword technique is so strange, why does it look like I've never seen it before?" Ni Fei tilted his face and glanced at his aunt, who was talking to herself, but did not say anything.

"Brother Wen Qing's sword arts are so formidable, much stronger than yours." Zheng Min squeezed Ni Fei, who was beside her. Her eyes were filled with astonishment and worship.

Just when he couldn't see clearly what was coming at him, he suddenly heard a clank, and a sword fell to the ground. This sword wasn't in Yan Wenqing's hand, and it wasn't in He Lintong's hand, but another disciple of the Hong Tong Faction dropped it, and just as Yan Wenqing's sword was about to approach He Lintong's sword, a disciple of the Hong Tong Faction tried to block it with his sword, but was struck down too quickly by Wen Qing's sword attack. However, Yan Wenqing's thrust towards He Lintong also changed the direction of his sword.

Yan Wenqing flipped his leg and kicked that person right in the chest. That person fell to the ground from that kick.

He Lintong immediately dodged to the side of the street and thrusted the sword in his hand towards Yan Wenqing's back. Yan Wenqing slid a few steps on the ground and dodged the sword thrust by He Lintong. Immediately, Yan Wenqing's feet flew off the ground and he somersaulted and hit He Lintong's left arm. He Lintong's left arm was pulled back, but he did not expect that when he pulled back, He Lintong's left arm would hit the pillar behind him, and with a clatter, the pillar was broken, and that huge pillar was broken by He Lintong's left arm, and as expected, the pillar was broken, and all the spectators on top were shaken, and they cried out in alarm.

"This ape really does live up to its name." Ni Fei looked at it and sighed, "However, this kind of martial arts is under the Hongtong Sect's tutelage." When a person's character and behavior changed, his martial arts would naturally be displeased, because even the best martial arts would be covered with a layer of malice when compared to a person who was despised.

The rest of the people just quietly watched the fight without saying anything. Their faces were covered in a layer of nervousness.

Yan Wenqing didn't panic in the face of this He Lingtong, but he was clearly worried because he was no longer able to block Yan Wenqing's attack.

Yan Wenqing once again jumped up from the ground. His entire body floated up like a floating leaf. His sword was like a ray of light as it shot out towards He Lintong. He kept retreating, and beads of sweat began to appear on his face. A portion of his clothes were completely drenched. Yan Wenqing's sword attacked towards the lower left side of He Lintong's sword. He Lintong immediately moved the sword downwards to the left, but in that instant, Yan Wenqing's sword immediately changed its direction and changed its attacking point. Thinking of attacking with his sword, He Lintong immediately threw his sword and retracted his hand, the sword fell to the ground with a thud. And Yan Wenqing's sword was already at He Linger's throat.

At that instant, there was no sound in the surroundings. Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the tip of the sword and the nervous rolling throat.

Suddenly, a child cried out. It was precisely the child who was saved by He Lintong under the horse. Perhaps he was frightened by this fight and dropped the small windmill onto the ground.