The unparalleled swordsman of Daqin

Chapter 511 White Dragon

"Look clearly, this is the real traverse!"

When Wei Zhuang's words fell, the shark-toothed sword in his hand was like a sharp light, showing off and powerful.

Boom!

The powerful sword energy swept across the sky, and under the tight gaze of the man in black, he could see that the powerful sword energy traversed all directions in one go, and blasted directly at it.

Such a powerful traverse is definitely not ordinary, especially Wei Zhuang at this moment, when the traverse is surging out, everything around him begins to tremble violently.

The powerful power traverses all directions, and wherever it goes, there is a taste of destruction.

A streak of dust flew by, and Wei Zhuang stood with his hands behind his back, holding the shark-toothed sword tightly in his hand, motionless.

Looking at the man in black, he is a bit serious.

Although he covered his face, at this moment, he seemed to be seriously injured.

"Ahem..." The man in black coughed lightly.

But soon, seeing his face, he said hastily: "The legendary traverse is nothing more than that, nothing more than that."

There was a sneer at the corner of Wei Zhuang's mouth.

"is it?"

As Wei Zhuang's voice fell, the man in black heard that the black cloth on his face began to shatter violently.

Not long after, a somewhat pale face could not help but slowly emerge.

"you!"

The man in black was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"ended!"

Wei Zhuang's voice fell, and then a sword fell.

He was very fast, and as a descendant of Guigu, his strength should not be underestimated, so it didn't take long before he saw the shark-toothed sword in Wei Zhuang's hand piercing directly into the chest of the man in black.

"You, you..." The man in black held Wei Zhuang's shark-toothed sword tightly in his hand.

The shark-toothed sword was extremely sharp, and when the man in black grasped the shark-toothed sword, there were streaks of blood dripping down.

"You know, I am, I am from Wu'an Hall, if you dare to kill me, I will smash you to pieces!" The man in black said through gritted teeth.

This time, he kicked to the hard board. If he had known that Wei Zhuang was so powerful, he shouldn't have shot alone in the first place.

The current situation is better, and the ship capsizes in the gutter, this is the rhythm of the end!

"Wu'an Hall?" Wei Zhuang's eyes moved at this moment, and the shark-toothed sword in his hand also paused.

The man in black thought that Wei Zhuang was afraid, so he immediately said, "If you don't kill me, I can..."

But soon, his smile froze directly, not only that, but the words in his mouth also slowly ended.

Because he saw that at this moment, Wei Zhuang directly and fiercely withdrew the sword in his hand.

And his eyes looked at the man in black even more coldly, and said indifferently:
"What Wu'an Temple, I've never heard of it!"

As his voice fell, another sword fell.

When the sword fell, the head of the man in black fell directly to the ground.

All of a sudden, everything in the surrounding area seemed to have become a little quiet.

And this kind of silence, not long after, saw countless soldiers kneeling down directly.

"The general is mighty, the general is mighty!"

These words, uttered from the mouths of the soldiers, can be described as very passionate.

"Okay, let's all get up." Wei Zhuang said lightly: "What we have to do now is to find out the other spies in Xinzheng City, and there must be no mistakes!"

"Yes!"

After Wei Zhuang killed the man in black, the morale of these soldiers was greatly boosted, and they were all excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

In the past few days, under the leadership of Wei Zhuang, almost all other killers have been caught.

It seemed that after the man in black died, the other people were not enough to see.

But in their mouths, Wei Zhuang kept hearing the word Wu'an Temple.

These three words seem to have a different meaning.

"Wu'an Temple, what is the origin?" Wei Zhuang began to mutter to himself.

"You, a force that Wufa provokes..." But at this moment, a faint voice suddenly came from behind Wei Zhuang.

But when he heard these words, Wei Zhuang's eyes couldn't help jumping, he turned around suddenly, and there was a man standing not far from him.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, and there was even more aura in his eyes. He looked at Wei Zhuang without blinking, and then smiled grimly.

"Worthy of being the successor of Guigu, it's really amazing!" the man said in a flat tone.

"Who are you?" Wei Zhuang's eyes became a little vigilant. He looked at this man, and he could feel that this man's strength was quite terrifying. It was not him who could fight against the pair.

Although this is just intuition for Wei Zhuang.

But it was because, after he had such an intuition, he became more vigilant.

"Who am I?" The man said coldly: "These days, you have killed so many people in Wu'an Palace, how dare you ask me who I am?"

As soon as these words came out, Wei Zhuang almost squinted his eyes and said: "So, you are also from Wu'an Palace?"

"Please remember my name, my name is Bailong!"

Boom!

As his voice fell, a violent breath gushed out, and then, he saw that person, holding a sword, coming directly at this moment.

The domineering and terrifying sword aura streaked across the sky at this moment.

"What a great breath!"

Wei Zhuang's eyes flashed, but without any hesitation, he stabbed directly with the sword in his hand.

This sword is full of sharpness, and it can be said that the blood is boiling.

Ding Ding!

Immediately, the two shot directly.

The collision of sword after sword was like a storm.

During the battle, the white dragon grinned.

"The strength of the descendant of Guigu is indeed extraordinary, but speaking of it, your strength is still too weak, too weak!"

As Bai Long's words fell, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Defeat to Lao Tzu!"

The sword in Bailong's hand trembled.

"White Dragon Sword Technique!"

He growled.

From the sword in his hand, there seemed to be the sound of a dragon chant.

And then, Wei Zhuang saw that the white dragon sword technique that the white dragon used came suddenly, uh, at the fastest speed.

The berserk white dragon swordsmanship spread vertically and horizontally.

The mighty sword energy, when the sword fell, seemed to tear everything in the sky.

Zoom in.

Wei Zhuang stepped back, although he was holding the shark-toothed sword tightly, but at the moment when the white dragon performed the sword technique just now, fresh blood flowed from the palm of his hand at some point.

Obviously, that white dragon's swordsmanship just now was quite terrifying!
At least for now, it seems that Wei Zhuang is a bit overwhelmed at this moment.

"Too weak, you are too weak." Bailong swung his sword again.

This time, his sword was even more terrifying than at the beginning.

(End of this chapter)