Heirs of the Seven Swords of the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 47 Golden Bell Cover

"Since Mr. Gu admitted it, then... please die!".

Before they finished speaking, the two of them had already pulled out their scimitars behind them. Their bodies flashed, leaving a trail of afterimages. The sharp blade shone with a cold light, and they harvested the head from Gu Xun's neck.

Wei Zhuang, who was hiding in the dark, could no longer watch. He rushed out, holding the Demon Sword Shark Tooth, and was about to meet the people of the Iron Blood Alliance, but at this time, another person was faster than him.

call out!
  In an instant, Gu Xun, who was still covering Zi Nu's mouth to prevent her from moving, appeared on the path of the Iron Blood Alliance duo.

What a great speed!

The two of them were startled. They exerted force on their feet and immediately stopped their advance. They waved their scimitars with their right hands, one to the left, one to the right, one up and down, and they all slashed at Gu Xun.

Wei Zhuang was also shocked that Gu Xun was hiding his strength from behind (you didn't ask), but since he started, there was no reason to give up halfway. His speed increased instead of decreasing, and he wanted to step forward to help Gu Xun.

But it’s no longer needed.

The last time he dealt with Xuanjian, Gu Xun deliberately held back his hand in order to wield the sword later. He didn't want to waste a lot of energy, so he used Rizhao Jiuzhou to slay the opponent, but today he didn't need to hide his clumsiness.

Facing the two sharp blades with shimmering cold light, Gu Xunquan acted as if they didn't exist and stood there blankly, neither evading with his feet nor defending with his hands. In fact, there was no weapon in Gu Xun's hands at this time.

Just when the weapon was about to attack, a melodious sound of bells came out of thin air.

Bang~~~~dang~~~~
  The golden true energy turned into a giant gilt bell, wrapping Gu Xun's entire body. The two knives collided with it, making a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing. After that, he could no longer move forward, no matter how hard the person holding the knife exerted himself. , all in vain.

This is the magical power of the Seven Sons - the golden bell!

Different from the normal golden bell of external training, this golden bell relies entirely on the protective golden bell formed by true energy for defense. It cannot be used by those who have strong internal strength.

At this time, the two members of the Iron Blood Alliance saw that they could not attack, and Wei Zhuang, the enemy's backup, was also approaching. They made a quick decision and decided to draw their swords and retreat. Unfortunately, it was too late. The originally unbreakable golden Zhenqi clock was suddenly covered with cracks and collapsed inch by inch. Then, an explosion occurred out of thin air from the ancient place in the center, and the golden bell completely shattered. Under the impact of the airflow, the fragments turned into torrential pear blossoms, heading straight towards the two unlucky guys who had just started to retreat.

puff!puff!puff……

Dozens of muffled sounds were heard in the quiet courtyard. Gu Xun wanted to stay alive in the end, so he did not kill him. The power of the zhenqi fragments was under control, and there were no bloody holes in the bodies of the two unlucky guys. Instead, it had the effect of a blunt blow.

Under the impact of the impact, the two of them flew backwards several feet away and fell to the ground. Blood spurted out from their mouths as if they were free of money.

"puff!"

After spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, their faces turned pale. One of them passed out happily, while the other still struggled tenaciously and asked intermittently.
  "You... exactly... pfft... who are you?"

Gu Xun finished his offensive with a wave of zhenqi explosions and severely damaged the enemy. He pretended to be arranging his robes that were not messy at all. Hearing this, the corners of his mouth slightly raised and he replied in a calm tone:

"Your investigation should be quite clear, right? Xia Guxun is a doctor."

After hearing this answer, the one who was still insisting also fainted.

Zi Nu was behind, dumbfounded as she watched everything happen. Her usually smart little head was now in complete confusion.

who I am? where am I? what happened? Why do the masters of the Iron Blood Alliance suddenly lie on the ground and take in more air than out?
  Wei Zhuang, who took action a step too late and didn't take any kills. He even found out that the battle was over without even causing damage. He quietly stood next to Zi Nu, holding a sword to guard Gu Xun in front of him. He and Gu Xun have no bond. They are purely connected by the bond of Zi Nu, or the kind of one-way (what they think) contact without meeting each other in the air. At this time, his mind is much clearer, and he can't help but be cautious due to his usual caution. Begin to be wary of this... psychotic doctor who has been hiding his strength.

But now it seems that his previous wanton behavior and casual rudeness were probably all based on his confidence in his own powerful strength.

Wei Zhuang's narrow and sharp eyes were fixed on Gu Xun, thoughts flashing in his mind.

The chaotic thoughts in Zi Nu's mind were suppressed by reason at this time, and she shouted with a rather frustrated tone:

"Do you know martial arts?"

"Ah?" Gu Xun asked her, still a little confused, "Didn't you know that I know martial arts?"

"No, I mean your martial arts is so high and you didn't tell me!?" Zi Nu also made a slip of the tongue in excitement and quickly changed her words.

"Hehe!" Gu Xun smiled, "You haven't asked me whether my martial arts skills are good or not."

"I still have to ask you this!" Zi Nu felt that her good intentions were being ignored, and she was so angry, "I'm so worried about your safety, and you still hide it from me, making me worry in vain?"

At first glance, it seemed like a bit of a scumbag. Gu Xun scratched his head in embarrassment and defended:

"Isn't it hard to prove it? You don't believe me when I say I'm strong in vain. You probably think I'm just teasing you."

What you say makes sense... No, what sense does it make! "Won't you prove it?"

"I've already said it's hard to prove, should I beat you or the Guigu disciple next to you?" Gu Xun helplessly spread his hands.

Don't say anything to show off your momentum. With Wei Zhuang's character, that kind of approach will still only lead to a fight. Gu Xun doesn't want to fight this kind of fight that is completely meaningless in his opinion.

However, at this time, Wei Zhuang and Zi Nu were not interested in listening to Gu Xun's explanation. They were more concerned about Gu Xun's words revealing Wei Zhuang's identity.

"Do you know about my existence?" Wei Zhuang took a step forward, questioning implicitly in his tone. Zi Nu was also staring at Gu Xun with burning eyes, obviously very concerned about what he would say next.

Zi Nu really cares about her friend Gu Xun, so naturally she doesn't want their acquaintance and contact to be premeditated and calculated.

Hearing this, Gu Xun looked Wei Zhuang up and down. He was dressed coldly, had an ascetic face, and had a temperament that kept strangers away from him. Coupled with the high-ranking background of the descendant of Guigu, he was a rare martial artist in the world. His academic qualifications perfectly fit the persona of a cold and ascetic boss.

Just when Wei Zhuang, who was watching Gu Xun, was about to draw his sword and kill someone, he spoke:

"Your appearance is so recognizable, your weapons are so recognizable, and you are from Guigu. Is it strange to meet you?"

"You are not surprised at all by my appearance." Wei Zhuang continued, although it was not in a questioning tone, it still contained an implicit questioning.

"Nonsense, every time Zi Nu and I meet, you are next door, exuding unabashed sword power, like a cat with fried fur, and your martial arts are somewhat passable. It's hard not to notice you!" Gu! Looking for an expression that makes it difficult for me to do it.

　The internet was disconnected at home today, and they said the network was being repaired nearby. I thought it would be repaired in half a day, but the ink stains are still not healed even now. I called and was told that it would not be fixed until tomorrow, so I could only use my mobile phone to turn on the hotspot. Two chapters together.

　　
  　
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