"Where's the prince?"

"Do you know where the prince is?"

On the chaotic battlefield, Ghost King and Match were running wildly.

Whenever they passed by, whether it was Hong Hing Tsai or Ngee Ann, they would both ask the same question.

But in this stall where everyone is risking their lives and working together with passion, who would deliberately pay attention to who is around them? Anyway, as long as they are not from their own side, swinging the knife will be enough!

Under such circumstances, it would be extremely difficult for Ghost King and Match to find the Prince and Li Wenhang!

While the Ghost King and Match were still busy looking around, the Crown Prince and Li Wenhang had already joined Liang Yaokai's large army and were watching their brothers as they continued to destroy the defense line of the East British Allied Forces.

"Brother Hang!"

As another wave of Dongying's offensive was defeated, Liang Yaokai breathed a sigh of relief and ran back to Li Wenhang.

Looking at the sweaty handsome Yao Wei, Li Wenhang frowned and said, "Why are you the only one here, where is Zhu Ziwu?"

"The unfortunate guy was stabbed in the stomach. Ayi protected him and retreated first to bandage it. If nothing else happens, he won't be able to fight again. His men will be led by Wei Jixiang for the time being."

"This piggy has been working harder and harder lately."

Li Wenhang sighed, already thinking about whether he should persuade him or not.

After all, Diaizilong has died, and his two brothers are following him, so he can't let them both lose their lives.

"Send someone to the east to find Yue Zai and ask him to bring the tiger team over to help."

"yes."

Liang Yaokai nodded, and just as he turned around and sent his cronies to find someone, the younger brother in front let out another exclamation.

"Dongying's attack is coming!"

"No! This group of people is not from Dongying! The leader is Luo Tianhong!!"

As soon as the three words "Luo Tianhong" came out, Li Wenhang and the prince looked at each other sideways at the same time.

Sure enough, just a hundred meters away, Luo Tianhong with blue hair on the opposite side, holding an eight-sided Han sword tightly in his hand and leading a dozen dwarf mules, came towards him menacingly.

"Hey, this guy is everywhere! Give me a knife and I'll kill him today!"

Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.

The prince and Luo Tianhong are constantly fighting each other these days, and it is inevitable that they will get a little angry.

Now seeing Luo Tianhong coming out of the formation, the prince took the initiative to reach out and asked for the sword from Liang Yaokai and others, preparing to fight.

However, just as the pretty demon Kai handed over the knife in his hand, Li Wenhang grabbed the handle of the knife before the prince.

"What do you mean?" The prince was startled and asked with a frown.

"You should save some strength to deal with Yaoyang. Luo Tianhong leaves it to me to warm up."

Holding the knife in his hand and weighing it, Li Wenhang took big steps without even taking off his glasses.

After waiting for the people in front of them to come to the front of the line, Li Wenhang shouted from a distance.

"Luo Tianhong, are you interested in a bet with me?"

Luo Tianhong, who was on the opposite side, heard the shouting and froze, then sneered: "How do you want to bet?"

"Three moves will determine the outcome. The one who loses will leave Firestone Continent!"

"good!"

Without hesitation or hesitation, Luo Tianhong agreed and rushed towards Li Wenhang!

Just like the prince, it seems that every powerful person has a sense of arrogance hidden in his heart...

No matter who the opponent they are about to face is, as long as they dare to issue a challenge, they will respond immediately.

Looking at the speeding Luo Tianhong, Li Wenhang's eyes were filled with shadows of his former self...

"The first move!"

The edge of the Eight-sided Han Sword interrupted Li Wenhang's immersive memories.

He then opened his mouth to remind Luo Tianhong, and then dodge lightly to the side to avoid Luo Tianhong's direct thrust.

Luo Tianhong was not surprised when the opponent dodged the first sword. If the opponent dared to take the initiative to challenge him, he would be disappointed if he couldn't even block such a move.

But the only thing he could dodge was the first sword!

A bright light flashed in Luo Tianhong's eyes. He flipped his wrist, turning his forehand sword into a backhand sword. At the same time, he kicked off his front foot hard. His whole body was like a sports car with its front brake drifting. As Li Wenhang ducked, his own

His body shape also suddenly twisted, and his backhand sword popped out quickly like a mantis's arm!

You know, what Luo Tianhong used was the Eight-sided Han Sword, which was much heavier than the machete.

He was able to make this adjustment in the blink of an eye and launch his attack in such an unexpected way. Just this exquisite change of move was countless times better than the previous one.

In terms of attainments in weapon fighting, even Prince Hongxing would probably be out of reach in front of him!

It's a pity that the person standing in front of Luo Tianhong at this time is not the prince of Hongxing, but Li Wenhang of He Ngee'an!

As if he had expected it, Li Wenhang held the machete to his side and directly blocked Luo Tianhong's spinning crosscut. The sparks aroused by the sharp blade splashed in the air, making people feel uneasy.

This guy is not simple!

Thoughts flashed through Luo Tianhong's mind, but he didn't dare to neglect the movements of his hands. After the sword tip passed by, Li Wenhang blocked the sword and immediately changed his moves again. The backhand sword formed an arc, he picked it up from behind, and then swung it in a circle.

He drew his elbow inward and slashed Huashan with a backhand knife-like force, straight to the top of Li Wenhang's head!

But what Luo Tianhong never expected was that before his knife fell, he felt a pain in his chest.

The powerful force of the fist was like a cannonball blasting away in his chest, blowing away his breath and forcing him to take several steps back before barely regaining his balance.

Ignoring the pain in his chest, Luo Tianhong raised his head and saw Li Wenhang slowly retracting his left fist and holding the knife in his right hand completely nonchalantly. It seemed that the purpose of this knife from beginning to end was to block Luo Tianhong twice.

It's just the sword light in the hand.

"Three moves have passed, you lose."

Li Wenhang looked at Luo Tianhong who was unwilling and surprised, and chuckled.

Luo Tianhong was silent for a moment, then put the Eight-sided Han Sword back into the scabbard on his back and turned around.

Li Wenhang just handed the machete to Liu Haizhu beside him. Seeing that Luo Tianhong was about to leave so simply, he quickly said something to save him: "Wait a minute, there is something I haven't told you yet!"

Luo Tianhong stopped and turned to look at Li Wenhang doubtfully.

Although he didn't speak, his meaning was very clear. He was asking Li Wenhang what he wanted to say.

Li Wenhang didn't beat around the bush and said bluntly: "I've heard the news. Dongying recently sent a batch of goods to Hong Kong Island. It was supposed to be taken over by Zhongyixin, but it was divided into two piers to board the port. If you don't understand,

What does this mean? Just tell Lian Haolong what I said, he will understand."

"That's all?" Luo Tianhong asked and confirmed.

"There is one more thing, but this time it has nothing to do with your dragon head. I am asking you alone..."

"Luo Tianhong, are you interested in coming to us and Ngee Ann later?"

A fair-weather ghost

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