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"You really hid your fox tail well. I almost let you run away." A hoarse voice sounded behind Li Ye.

"Who is it!" When Li Ye heard this, he immediately turned around and looked behind him.

Behind him, a man with an iron spear in his arms was sizing up Li Ye. The burning candles were reflected on the man's face, revealing a pair of sharp eyes.

It was Huang San.

Li Ye did not panic as he slowly said, "Fox tail?" I am just an ordinary swordsman, where does my tail come from? "

"Ordinary swordsman? Haha, what an ordinary swordsman. " Huang San made a grasping motion with his hands and grabbed the iron spear. His arms bulged out as he lifted the spear and charged towards Li Ye.

"No wonder I thought you looked familiar. If I didn't see your back, I would have been tricked by the human skin mask on your face." Huang San said as he stabbed the gun towards Li Ye.

The iron spear was as fast as lightning. A single iron spear transformed into dozens of spearheads, sealing off all of Li Ye's steps.

Huang San did not plan to leave any survivors. He did not even give Li Ye a chance to explain himself.

They would rather kill a wrong person than let him off.

Li Ye's eyes narrowed, and he no longer held back his strength. His right hand clenched into a claw, grabbing a cold light from the shadow.

"Are you an ordinary swordsman?" Huang San sneered, and with a flip of his arm, the spear in Li Ye's hand shook rapidly, and he roared loudly, "Let go!"

The body of the spear rapidly shook. Li Ye could no longer hold the berserk spear in his hand. He could only release his grip and take a few steps back.

"Ordinary swordsman, where is your sword?" Huang San said coldly, his hands did not stop. He shook his spear and created a blur, before once again stabbing towards Li Ye.

Li Ye twitched his mouth and clicked his tongue. His right hand was extended to his back. Behind him, his right hand was trembling slightly, and traces of blood were seeping out. Clearly, he had suffered a loss when grabbing the gun.

Li Ye put his hand on the sword sheath on his back and drew his sword by half an inch. He was in no hurry to attack.

"Left hand sword? It shouldn't be? " Huang San looked at Li Ye placing his left hand on the sword and slightly frowned. The sword in his left hand made him somewhat suspicious. In his memory, that person used the sword in his right hand. However, he did not dispel the doubts in his heart. He raised the meter-long spear in his hand and stabbed towards Li Ye's heart.

With a whoosh and a flash of white light, the sword behind Li Ye had already been unsheathed brazenly, the tip of the sword facing the spear light.

Li Ye's sword clashed with Huang San's spear tip, stopping Huang San's movement.

Huang San glanced at Li Ye's sword. Although the sword in Li Ye's hand was also a good sword, the sword in Li Ye's hand wasn't as sharp as Huang San remembered, and it was three feet two inches longer than the previous sword.

The sword was not Li Ye's green flag. Li Ye had been worried that something might happen to it on the way here, so he had put on a sword. He hadn't thought that he would have no chance to use it, but he was still discovered.

Huang San's wrist shook, and the spearhead slid off Li Ye's sword, intending to go straight for Li Ye's head.

Wrong person, sword is wrong, at least this sword art could match a match, right?

But this beautiful idea of his was shattered by Li Ye's actions.

Li Ye did not deflect Huang San's spear, but instead the sword slid across the shaft of Huang San's spear. Li Ye did not deflect Huang San's spear, but instead the sword slid across the shaft of Huang San.

People said that each inch was one inch longer and one inch stronger. However, there was one thing that people didn't forget. One inch shorter was a huge risk!

The sword technique Li Ye used was indeed a dangerous sword technique, not the cautious and cautious sword technique that Huang San imagined it to be. This change caused him to be stunned.

Li Ye seized the opportunity to be dazed. The sword in his hand moved closer and closer to Huang San.

However, the eleventh rank was not made for nothing. Huang San's spear shot forward horizontally, the spear shaft bringing with it a strong wind as it smashed towards Li Ye. That lightning fast speed made Li Ye unable to dodge.

Li Ye did a few somersaults in the air, the tip of his foot touching the ground a few times before he managed to stabilize himself.

As soon as he stabilized his body, Li Ye bent his waist. He held his waist and frowned. During the collision, at least four of his ribs were broken.

Huang San's previous instinctual reaction allowed Li Ye to once again understand what was Qingzhou's Huang Sanlang.

"This boy …" Huang San was scared out of his wits by Li Ye's attack. If not for Huang San's higher cultivation just now, Li Ye might have succeeded.

"Brat, you've been exposed, right? We just met and you already want to take my life? You want to kill me to keep my mouth shut? " Huang San stuck his spear into the ground and stuck it in his waist as he roared. This person was wrong, the sword was wrong, and the sword was wrong, but Huang San still did not dispel the doubts in his heart.

Li Ye held his waist and slowly stood up, feeling rather helpless towards Huang San's actions, he couldn't help but explain: "The one who attacked first, it seemed like you were the one who did it?"

When Huang San heard this, he carefully thought about it. Suddenly, his chest tightened and his face flushed red. He no longer said anything but bent his body like a taut string.

Suddenly, he kicked the gun into the air. He reached out with his right hand and grabbed the iron spear. Like an arrow, he shot towards Li Ye.

Before Li Ye could dodge, an iron spear had already smashed into his chest, sending him flying dozens of feet away. Before he could land on the ground, the iron spear sent him flying again along with a gust of wind, and then smashed Li Ye into the ground.

At this time, Huang San also retracted his hand and stabbed the gun into the ground. He bent down and pulled Li Ye out of the ground like a turnip, dusted off Li Ye's body, and slowly said, "Let me see, who exactly is hiding under this human skin mask!"

His hand groped Li Ye's face and grabbed a thin, invisible mark. Just as he was about to lift Li Ye's mask, a pair of bloody, muddy hands grabbed his hand tightly, refusing to let go.

This reaction allowed Huang San to confirm Li Ye's suspicion of another identity, and he forcefully flung his hand away, intending to throw Li Ye's hand away.

But no matter how hard Li Ye tried, he didn't let go, he didn't let Huang San get away.

Huang San's lack of success angered him even more. He lost his composure and threw Li Ye to the ground, placing his hand on Li Ye's shoulder. Crack! Crack! He misplaced Li Ye's hand.

There was nothing to stop him this time. Huang San grabbed the mask on Li Ye's face and gently lifted it, revealing Li Ye's true face beneath the mask.

It didn't matter if he didn't look, but something happened instead.

Huang San was so shocked by the person under the mask that he sat down on the ground and looked at his trembling hands. He kept muttering, "I won't, I won't …"

After a moment of absent-mindedness, he suddenly sat up on the ground and grabbed Li Ye's shoulder. Carrying Li Ye to the front of the tent, he called for no one, left Li Ye at the entrance of the tent, and ran away in panic. He didn't even dare to take his long used Damascus Steel Spear.