Lei Xianming cleaned up, pushed the door open and walked towards the conference room.

Just as he sat down, Lu Nanfeng came in with a group of people carefully.

The man at the head of the mission was a middle-aged man with fat figure. Although he was not handsome, there was amazing dignity between his eyebrows. He was obviously a big man in a high position.

He was followed by seven or eight followers, all of whom were outstanding.

One of them was a man in his forties, with a sword hanging from his waist, who was not angry.

Although this person lags behind the leading middle-aged man, he exudes much more domineering than the others.

As soon as they came in, they didn't say hello to Lei Xianming. They didn't even wait for the middle-aged man to take the seat. The swordsman took the lead to sit opposite Lei Xianming.

"Well?" Seeing this, Lei Xianming's face sank.

The middle-aged fat man smiles at Lei Xianming, hugs his fist and bows his hand, saying: "master Lei, I'm Yiwu, the Western guard General of yueluo country. Nice to meet you."

With that, Yi Wu pointed to the rebellious sword man and said, "this is the master of yueluo Kendo, mu Bingwei!"

"Mr. Mu has always been informal, please forgive me."

"Oh?" Lei Xianming's eyes swept slightly over mu Bingwei's body and said immediately, "who allowed you to bring weapons in?"

"South wind, get rid of this man's weapon!"

This mu Bingwei didn't pay attention to Lei Xianming as soon as he entered the door. He was totally contemptuous. How can Lei Xianming not be angry?

"Yes Lu Nanfeng was also very upset with the Mumu guard. He walked up to him with a big step and reached for his sword.

"Hiss!"

Just when Lu Nanfeng's hand was about to touch mu Bingwei's scabbard, suddenly there was a flash of blood, and then there was a smell of blood.

Lu Nanfeng snorted. He felt that his wrist was cold, and the pain spread all over his body.

Lu Nanfeng grabs mu Bingwei's sword hand, which is cut down by a sword. He falls to the ground and spills blood on the hall.

"Hiss!" Lu Nanfeng only grasped the broken wrist with his other hand, and his face was in a panic.

Mu Bingwei on the seat didn't even lift his eyelids from beginning to end, as if he had settled down.

Until he broke his hand and fell to the ground, mu Bingwei said slowly: "as a swordsman, I will never leave my body."

"Bang!" Lei Xianming clapped his case and stood up abruptly. He stared at Yiwu with cold eyes and said, "are you here for peace or for war?"

"If it's for peace, then take a peace attitude. If it's for war, then our eastern army doesn't mind flattening the whole yueluo kingdom!"

Yi Wu on the other side showed an enigmatic smile and said carelessly: "master Lei, don't be angry. We are going to make peace, but..."

After a pause, Yi Wu continued: "master Mu is a Kendo Wuchi. This time he came to China with us, he wanted to see the experts who know China. In particular, it is said that one man is against Longwei, the Western ruler of five countries. Master Mu has admired him for a long time and hopes for the first World War!"

"Of course, this is master Mu's personal behavior, which has nothing to do with yueluo."

In a few words, Yi Wu completely ignored such a serious provocation.

Lei Xianming realized that yueluo was not so much to make peace as to have a glimpse of Longwei's real strength.

If the dragon is strong enough to crush mu Bingwei, the state of yueluo will naturally admit defeat and seek peace.

If Longwei is an exaggerated embroidered pillow, it is impossible for yueluo to bow to China so easily.

As soon as Yiwu's voice fell, mu Bingwei's dim eyes looked at Lei Xianming and said in a deep voice, "I heard that Longwei is in the east base. I've come here to learn."

"Where is Longwei? Please come out and fight with me!"

Mu Bingwei's eyes are dark, and it seems that there is a thin sword shadow wandering away, which makes people feel that his eyes can emit thousands of swords.

This mu Bingwei is definitely a top strong man beyond his class.

"Hum!" Lei Xianming sneered, "a man, Mr. He Xulong, I can beat you enough!"

Having said that, Lei Xianming stepped out directly, and his martial arts cultivation burst out in an instant.

In the land of China, in the east base of talei Xianming, how can he be a barbarian traitor who screams like this!

"Back off, you're not my opponent." Mu Bingwei shook his head uninterested.

However, Lei Xianming didn't pay any attention to him at all and attacked mu Bingwei in a flash.

Just a few months, Luo people dare to be so arrogant in the east base. How unreasonable!

When mu Bingwei saw one of Lei Xianming's moves, he immediately looked in his eyes: "well, since you want to die, I will help you!"

After that, mu Bingwei drew his sword and waved it fiercely!

"Shua!"

They couldn't see mu Bingwei's sword wielding. They saw a bright light in the air, and the cold was pressing.Not to mention Lu Nanfeng and others, even Lei Xianming can only barely see some remnants of Mu Bingwei's sword. At this time, Lei Xianming's murderous spirit suddenly cools his heart.

"Hiss!"

There was a flash of white light in front of Lei Xianming's eyes. He felt a sharp pain in his hand. The palm of Mu Bingwei's hand was cut out with a huge bone scar. He could cut Lei Xianming's whole hand with half more effort.

"Master!" Seeing this scene, both Lu Nanfeng and the other guards who broke his hand screamed and rushed forward to protect Lei Xianming.

This man is Lei Xianming, the leader of the East. He is so vulnerable in front of Mu Bingwei that he has no fighting power.

As for Yi Wu and others who are a little far away, they look at Lei Xianming with a smile in their eyes, and the ridicule in their eyes is almost irresistible.

"I said, you are not my opponent, call Longwei out!" Mu Bingwei drew back his sword and gave a cold drink.

"Presumptuous!" Lei Xianming roared wildly. As the master of Dongjing, how can he endure this kind of humiliation!

Lei Xianming's Qi and blood surged wildly, and the wound on his palm healed instantly.

"Roar!" Lei Xianming's roar was human's roar at the beginning, but in a flash, it turned into a dragon chant.

All the clothes on Lei Xianming's body are broken, revealing the blood red skin inside. Soon, Lei Xianming's body surface suddenly grows a layer of fine and hard dragon scales.

"Come again!" Lei Xianming roars and blows at mu Bingwei.

"Bang!"

With one punch, the world is vast. Just the style of boxing makes the tables and chairs in the conference room turn into countless powder, and even the walls around are shaken with cobweb like cracks.

"The master is serious!" Lu Nanfeng resisted the pain of the wound and yelled.

In this state, Lei Xianming's strength has soared, which is no less than that of the southwest dominating Jintai!

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