Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 123 Believe me, it's definitely not against you
At this time, Ying Zige's face suddenly darkened.

Han Baichuan, this kid, really can't open any pot and carry it.

Who in the room didn't know how to ask Lame Ma.

But once it is found out that Zhao Gao is really playing tricks behind the scenes, a tragic infighting will immediately unfold on the scene.

The mission just started, but it ended in internal strife?
Ying Zige had reason to suspect that once this incident really happened, it would definitely be recorded in the annals of history.

And laugh for thousands of years.

So, no matter what, you can't let this kind of fucking thing happen.

"Ahem, there's no need to ask. I, Ying Zige, are very popular. When I was in Xianyang, there were many assassins trying to misbehave with me. This person is just one of them."

"That's all. Don't forget where we're going and what we're going to do. Why waste time here?"

Ying Zige smiled slightly, with a broad-minded look, as if he didn't take this matter to heart.

Zhao Gao was taken aback for a moment, then frowned slightly, with a look of astonishment on his face.

This kid didn't pursue it?

Wei Zhuang sneered slightly, squinted at Ying Zige, and said no more.

Gai Nie's expression was still very calm, as if he was not ready to participate in the discussion of this matter.

Jian Nu and Han Baichuan were Ying Zige's followers, and they obeyed Ying Zige's orders, so they didn't ask any more questions.

On the other hand, Han Baichuan had a look of pity.

I obviously thought of a clever way, but the young master didn't know what to do?

This proves that the young master's IQ is not high.

At this moment, he was worried about Ying Zige's IQ.

"After such a fuss, I'm not in the mood to rest. Let's go!"

Seeing the scene in front of him, Ying Zige finally breathed a sigh of relief and put his heart in his stomach.

The gathering of so many top experts is like a bundled firecracker.

If any one is ignited, it may be an earth-shattering sound.

Fortunately, this flame has been suppressed by myself.

But, what is the future path?
Just thinking about it, Ying Zige felt dizzy for a while, so he simply didn't want to think about it.

Then he snapped his fingers and walked out the door first.

Jian Nu and others followed suit one after another.

Seeing the figures of the crowd disappearing outside the door, the cripple Ma stared at him to the limit.

He originally thought that after he fell into the opponent's hands, he would inevitably be severely tortured.

If you don't die, you have to peel off your skin.

But in the end, they didn't even ask themselves who was behind the scenes.

These people are not all fools, are they?
"Although one hand was broken, I managed to save my life. It's really strange that Wei Zhuang and Sword Saint Gai Nie can be around."

"The identity of this person is very unusual. Who could he be..."

Ma Dazi frowned, the doubt in his eyes deepened, but he couldn't figure out who the other party was for a while.

At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed into the door, and a strong murderous aura rushed towards his face.

The cripple Ma took a closer look, and couldn't help but gasp.

Only then did he realize that the person who appeared in front of him should be Wei Zhuang.

Sensing the cold murderous aura on the opponent, Ma Dazi's muscles suddenly tensed up, and his face had already turned pale.

"You don't have to ask me! I will never tell who sent me here!"

Lame Ma twisted his head, and said in a stern voice.

"Why should I ask? I already know who the person behind your scenes is. Our quicksand is not a dry food, Ma Dali, every move of you and your gang of assassins is under our quicksand's monitoring .”

"Even the people behind you are clear to us. So, even if you don't tell me, I know who the people behind you are."

Wei Zhuang tilted his head with a sneer, his face full of mockery.

The cripple Ma's face suddenly changed, and his face became extremely frightened.

The reason why he was fearless just now is that under normal circumstances, as long as he doesn't tell the person behind the scenes, the other party will definitely not kill him immediately.

That's why he was able to come back alive after only losing one leg after his miss.

But it never occurred to him that Wei Zhuang went and came back, obviously just to kill himself.

"You! You never know who the person behind my scenes is. Let me tell you! You have to promise me that after I tell you, you will spare my life."

"Even that young man in white, your master, didn't want to kill me, why did you come back and make such a fuss?"

The big lame horse said tremblingly.

"You misunderstood me. I'm not targeting you. It's because once my long sword is unsheathed, it will inevitably see blood, otherwise it will become blunt."

The corner of Wei Zhuang's mouth curled up, and he slowly drew out the long sword in his hand.

"do not want!"

brush!
The scream of the crippled horse was like being cut off by a long sword suddenly.

The whole world fell into silence in an instant.

"Zhao Gao, I thought you were a person with a deep city, but I didn't expect you to be so stupid. You actually sent this third-rate guy and wanted to rob and kill Ying Zige?"

"One day, I will take your head off with my own hands."

Smiling coldly, Wei Zhuang let the long sword be soaked in blood, and then put the long sword back into its sheath, unleashed his movements, and chased in the direction of the carriage.

Amid the billowing smoke and dust, the carriage drifted away.

In Shisanlipu, which seemed to be empty, suddenly a few ordinary people appeared.

They looked at each other, their faces full of fear.

"Just let them go?"

"We've never missed a shot. We didn't expect that we'd already suffered internal injuries before we made a move today."

"Tmd! This healing requires a lot of precious medicine. I have never been so depressed in my life."

"This internal injury won't heal for a while. I have to rest for ten days and a half months before I can leave the mountain."

……

Those assassins gritted their teeth one by one, feeling that they had received the greatest insult in their lives.

If the other party is a top expert, even if everyone dies in the other party's hands, they are willing to do so.

But in the end, in the end, without even making a move, he suffered internal injuries all over his body.

Just thinking about it makes me feel extremely wronged.

Plop.

At this moment, a weak assassin couldn't hold back anymore, rolled his eyes and fell on his back.

An older assassin couldn't help but change his face: "Understood! We are still forcibly suppressing our internal energy. If we don't release it as soon as possible, we probably won't last half an hour."

"What should I do?"

"I have to vent it!"

"How to vent?"

Swish!
The older assassin had already drawn out the long sword in his hand, and then ruthlessly stabbed at another assassin.

"What are you crazy about?"

The assassin froze for a moment, his eyes lit up suddenly, he also drew his weapon, and instantly fought with the assassin.

The other assassins finally understood that only by fighting each other can they release the suppressed internal force.

At this moment, without any hesitation, they drew out their weapons and fought with their lives.

Only by fighting with one's life can one fully vent the suppressed internal force.

However, it is unknown how many of them survived to the end.

(End of this chapter)