Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 159 Stripping swordsmanship?strong group

They are the people of the Huns, so of course they have an instinctive resistance to the Daqin assassins.

There was gloating on their faces, and there was a burst of ridicule in their hearts.

Kill the king within three days?

These people are a little too arrogant, can they boast this kind of bullshit?

Soon, they will have to pay the price for their bragging. Thinking about the upcoming scene, everyone's heart is filled with excitement.

At this moment, singer Yingzi was holding the Yuanhong sword, and a strong cold light had already burst out from his eyes.

He is no longer that lazy young master.

It looked murderous.

In an instant, Zhao Gao was dumbfounded, and even suspected that the person in front of him was not the Thirteenth Prince at all.

Along the way, the thirteenth sons all looked lazy, either lying on the carriage or lying on the chair.

From time to time, he yawns again and again. When people take a look at it, they can't help but yawn along with it.

But now!

That lazy look has long since disappeared, replaced by a sword-like aura!

Especially those eyes, no longer have a lazy look, but have a sharp edge, and the whole body is wrapped in a murderous aura.

"Finally found these assassins!"

"No matter what, we can't let them leave today!"

"Hurry up and catch them, otherwise you will die without a place to bury you."

"This is your last chance. Quickly throw down the long swords in your hands, kneel down on the ground, and use the armrests. Otherwise, we don't mind taking your heads to meet our king!"

……

More than 20 royal court guards shouted loudly, got off their horses one after another, pulled out their scimitars at the same time, and rushed towards the two of them fiercely.

"Son!"

Zhao Gao's eyes turned cold, and the soft sword in his hand trembled for a while, as if he was about to strike.

"let me."

At this moment, Ying Zige said calmly.

As soon as the words fell, the Yuanhong Sword suddenly burst out with a ray of light like spring water, rushing directly towards the guards of the royal court.

At this moment, the Ghost Valley swordsmanship poured out, like a surging river, full of strong winds, containing endless back moves.

Ying Zigeduo's tall figure was even more gustous, and the moment he started, he showed the aura of a thousand troops.

Hiss!
Seeing the scene in front of them, the guards of the Royal Court couldn't help but gasp, they were dumbfounded at the time.

This assassin's swordsmanship is so strong?
This year flashed in their hearts, and the scimitars in their hands had already drawn arcs one after another, and they rushed towards Ying Zige fiercely.

Ying Zige sneered, his face already full of mockery.

Even these little guards of the royal court want to deal with Guigu swordsmanship?

The Ghost Valley swordsmanship has been passed down for hundreds of years, and the construction contained in it is very strange and exquisite, which is the condensed effort of the ghost valley masters of the past generations.

Coupled with the Yuanhong Sword, a powerful combat power erupted in an instant.

Jingle Jingle!

After a crisp sound, scimitars flew into the midair.

More than 20 royal court guards stared wide-eyed and looked at their palms with incredulous eyes, as if they realized at this time that the scimitars in their hands had been punched into the air.

Then the long sword trembled, brushing and brushing, and the long sword swiped across the armor of the guards of the royal court like a dragon and a snake.

In the next second, the armor on the bodies of more than 20 people collapsed to the ground.

"hiss!"

They all stared wide-eyed, and they couldn't believe what they saw.

This person's swordsmanship is so exquisite?

Originally, they were still thinking about one thing in their minds, that is, the person who preached the assassination before eating must be an extremely stupid person.

But at this moment, they finally realized that they were completely wrong.

The fact that the opponent's swordsmanship is so subtle is enough to show that they are indeed qualified to publicize it before making a move.

Brush brush!
Just as these thoughts flashed through their hearts, the long sword continued to walk on them again.

This time, what the long sword removed was the clothes behind the armor.

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

Can't help but look at each other.

This person doesn't have any special hobbies, does he?

Why do you strip people's clothes when they disagree?
The twenty royal court guards were also dumbfounded at this moment. They were already extremely frightened, but the frightened expression on their faces at this moment became more intense than ever.

Strip off all your clothes?

This Nima, what is the special hobby?
Are all the swordsmen in Daqin so arrogant and BT?

An ominous premonition suddenly emerged in their hearts.

However, at this moment, Ying Zige's figure had already slid backwards.

With a sound of swiping, Yuan Hong sword was sheathed.

From the start to the end, everything was as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water, and the royal court guards were like lifeless targets in front of him, allowing them to be slaughtered.

Zhao Gao's face suddenly became extremely solemn.

It seems that I guessed correctly, the strength of the thirteenth son Ying Zige is indeed more terrifying than imagined.

Against so many masters by himself, he was able to remove the opponent's weapon in one move.

Moreover, from the beginning to the end, the Wang Tingwei army was in a passive state of being beaten, without any power to fight back.

Isn't this sword technique too superb?
Zhao Gao understood in his heart that Ying Zige's hands-on posture did not show his real strength.

After all, there is really no need to show full strength in the face of more than [-] Royal Guards.

It just showed the tip of the iceberg. From the tip of the iceberg, it can be seen how terrifying Ying Zige's Ghost Valley swordsmanship is.

"I thought……"

"It seems that we are thinking too much, he didn't mean to..."

"Let me just say, how could a top expert have such a special habit."

The royal court guards trembled one by one, with their hands clasped on their chests, their faces turned pale.

Their eyes subconsciously fell on their own pants.

At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately.

Although the other party is very BT, after all, he saved some face for everyone.

Unexpectedly, when they breathed a sigh of relief, more than 20 pairs of pants fell to the ground with a bang.

Swish!
Everyone's face turned as white as white paper, and they couldn't hold back any longer.

The twenty royal court guards subconsciously lifted their trousers, got on their horses, and fled in a panic.

Being stripped of their clothes is a trivial matter, but the problem is that being able to strip off their thin clothes without hurting their bodies, the level of sophistication of this sword technique is enough to be described as terrifying.

They are all smart people, and they have already seen that if they continue to stay here, they will bring shame on themselves.

Forced action will only cause my life to be lost here.

The only way is to bring more royal guards here.

(End of this chapter)