第五百零七章（2/2）

只见一个白衣公子抓起桌边的七星宝剑，俊气凌然地一指道：“什么地方来的乡巴佬，有几个臭钱，也敢在浩城放肆！”

傅小蛙噢地一声，见着这回热闹了，这翠云台一楼大殿闹哄哄的。

“哈哈哈哈，就凭你们些小身板儿，知道不知道我罗家在西北一霸，霸的可不是盐，而是功夫！”那罗霸天一抽长刀，刚劲一抖刀身哗拉作响。

“那就让你知道一下这浩城的深浅，不是你那个小地方的土霸可以得瑟的地！”

那白衣公子拔剑，就是袭去，剑拔三，角度刁钻，在这里浩城的名门子弟哪个没有名师教导，身上功夫不会弱到哪去。

却见那罗霸天钢刀如淬火一样通红，气元化物境，第五层的功夫，那西北之霸的名气更不是随便得来，十招之内，就将那白衣公子踢飞，撞在大梁柱上滑落下来，一口一口吐着血。

“哈哈哈哈，不知深浅的小儿，手上这点功夫，就想来出头，容易英年早逝得很！”那罗霸天得意地一望四周，见那四周浩城子弟一个个回避眼神，这罗霸天露这一手，怕是没人再敢上前。

傅小蛙在楼上津津有味的看着热闹，这时雅阁的门打开，这时袁文华一头走出来，见到傅小蛙在瞧着什么，他问询道：“这外面闹闹嚷嚷的是怎么回事？”

“打架呢，贼拉好看！”傅小蛙显得兴致勃勃地道。

袁文华见这情况，怕是要扫了雅蕊姑娘的兴，飞身一跃，脚尖轻点，一个萧洒之势从二楼跃下，气宇不凡，抽剑一指那罗霸天，声音冷酷简单：“滚！”

袁文华这一架势，确实是风度翩翩，帅得无以伦比。

“唉哟哟，又是一个架把式，看爷不打得你叫娘！”罗霸天可不惧这些公子哥儿，他手里的刀都是血淬出来的，经历过无数杀场。

就怕是，袁文华手里的剑，比他淬过的血更多。

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