Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 117 My son, it really sucks

Soon they discovered that although this little follower of the thirteenth son looked very inconspicuous, his swordsmanship was very fierce.

There was a flash of sword light between the shots, Zhao Gao and the other three were forced to retreat at the same time.

"It's you? Last time I was attacked by you and lost in your hands. Today I must avenge my shame!"

"Little brother, why do you need to participate in it? This is a contest between vertical and horizontal swords in my Ghost Valley Gate, stop now!"

"A wanted criminal, a remnant of the Six Kingdoms, dares to show up in Xianyang? Since you are here, don't think about leaving!"

"I have no other ideas, I just want to compete with you."

The four of them spoke loudly while doing their hands.

With a slap, Ying Zige slapped himself directly on the forehead, only to feel a splitting headache.

Jian Nu, this kid, obviously doesn't think it's a big deal.

I was still thinking about how to resolve this dispute just now, but when I was inattentive, that kid actually joined the battle.

Ying Zige, who had always been extremely smart, suddenly felt a little lost at this moment.

With a thought in his heart, he subconsciously looked at Han Baichuan next to him.

Han Baichuan was stunned for a moment, his face was full of inquiries, he really didn't understand why Ying Zige looked at him with such eyes.

"You kid won't join in the fun, will you?" Ying Zigehu questioned.

If this kid can't suppress the fighting spirit in his heart and directly participates in the battle, this so-called team will become a mess.

That would be more difficult to end.

Han Baichuan grinned and shook his head lightly: "Young Master Thirteen, have you forgotten? I'm a waste."

"Oh, then it's all right." Ying Zige nodded, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, the next second, his face was covered with black lines, he took a deep breath, and looked at Han Baichuan's wooden sword with horrified eyes.

Han Baichuan was also surprised, and looked at the wooden sword in his hand with incredible eyes.

His hand was shaking slightly, and the wooden sword was shaking slowly with his palm.

Moreover, the speed is getting faster and faster.

"Young Master Thirteen, I guarantee that I really don't want to fight with them. But why do I have an irresistible urge?"

"Help me, Young Master Thirteen! With my useless strength, if I really can't control myself and join the battle, I will be killed by them in an instant!"

Han Baichuan almost pissed on the spot, and said in a panic.

Ying Zige sighed.

Understood.

These people, including Han Baichuan, are the top experts in the world.

After they saw each other, it was difficult for them to care about each other, and this kind of fighting spirit was difficult to suppress.

Even Han Baichuan had an instinctive fighting spirit.

Even this kid joined the battle group, and the lie that he said he was a waste of low strength was about to be exposed.

At that time, the scene will be even more chaotic.

"I don't like to use swords to solve things that can be solved with my mouth. It seems that I have to make an exception today!"

While sighing, the Yuanhong sword was slowly unsheathed!

hum!
There was a sound like the roar of a dragon and a tiger, and Ying Zige's body rose from the ground, rushing forward like a wild horse.

Suddenly, he was standing beside Jian Nu.

The long sword in Jian Nu's hand had already been released, and he was about to stab Wei Zhuang in front of him, but the back of the Thirteenth Prince's head suddenly appeared in front of him.

His expression froze, he put away his long sword in a hurry, stepped back a few steps, and finally dispelled the sword's momentum.

His swordsmanship was full of fighting spirit, it was like a river flowing, but when it was suddenly interrupted, the fighting spirit finally calmed down.

Yuanhong Sword is as fast as lightning.

Jingle Jingle!

The three long swords were bounced off one by one.

Gai Nie and the other three took a few steps back subconsciously, looking at Ying Zige with incredulous eyes.

Especially Zhao Gao, whose eyes were staring like light bulbs, and whose mouth could be filled with a fist.

This kid, the swordsmanship is so superb?

With just one move, the attack of the three long swords was resolved?
At this moment, his mentality suddenly exploded.

He was still thinking about using a knife to kill people on the way, coaxing Ying Zige to provoke a few Jianghu sects casually.

With his useless strength, he will soon die in the opponent's hands.

I was still complacent about my plan.

But in the end, this kid is so strong?

Wei Zhuang has a calm face, and someone who can defeat himself with his mouth is naturally a top master.

Gai Nie's face was calm, his lips were tightly pursed, as indifferent as spring water.

above the castle.

Ying Zheng was stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

Then, a burst of ecstasy bloomed on his face.

"This kid! This kid is actually hiding something!"

"They are all the top swordsmen. The sharp attacks of the three long swords were all blocked by him?"

"This kid is the real sword master!"

Ying Zheng almost burst into tears on the spot.

A son went to the land of the Huns, and his life and death are unknown.

The other son, however, was full of intrigues and tricks, only thinking about when he would kick himself off that seat and sit on it by himself, and now he has been thrown into the cold palace.

As for the other sons and daughters, if they have no strategic plan, it is difficult to become a master.

It never occurred to him that the most dissolute old thirteen turned out to be a top swordsman.

Ying Zheng couldn't help being relieved for a while, his aunt's smile appeared for the first time on his face that seemed to be frozen for thousands of miles in the past.

Sandstorm spreads.

Ying Zige smiled slightly, and put the Yuanhong sword back into its sheath: "Don't forget the agreement between the three of you and me. After today, we will work together. After completing the task, even if you fight for three days and three nights, I will still be there." Clap your hands and applaud, and you will never interfere."

"Young Master Thirteen, I will give you this face today. Don't forget, after the matter is done, you will give me the true meaning of the last move."

Wei Zhuang smiled coldly and took the lead to put away the long sword. At this moment, his heart was extremely excited and filled with endless expectations.

When he started just now, he had already noticed that after Ying Zige's guidance, the power of his Guigu sword technique had doubled.

Moreover, the teaching of internal strength and swordsmanship is so logical and smooth.

At this moment, I am even more convinced that if I can complete the task and get the final guidance from Ying Zige, I will definitely be able to make great progress.

"So...you actually? Me?"

Zhao Gao was still in shock, and was a little incoherent at the moment.

"Old Zhao, don't be so surprised. You look like you have never seen the world, how can I take you out to meet people?" Ying Zige sighed and taunted.

"Humph!"

Zhao Gao snorted coldly and ground his two rows of teeth to creak.

The shock in my heart was already indescribable.

Sudden Disguise!

He had been studying the human skin mask for a day and a night, but he couldn't get it off the face no matter what, and it even made him suspect that this ancient and vicissitudes face was his original appearance.

In the end, the shock hadn't passed yet, and this kid actually showed his sword skills!
How much hidden strength does this kid have?
Zhao Gao couldn't help but start to look at Ying Zige again, he just felt that this boy was unpredictable, like a mountain, like a sea, people couldn't see the truth at a glance.

(End of this chapter)