Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 224 I'm a genius doctor, I'll help you heal

"Could it be that you are not his guard, but an assassin who came to assassinate him? Otherwise, why would you betray his whereabouts?"

One of the Hun assassins frowned slightly, his face full of doubts, and he always felt that the person in front of him was extremely weird.

"Your imagination is too rich. Do you want to know where Ying Zige is?"

Ying Zige raised his eyebrows and smiled wickedly.

"Where is he?!"

In an instant, everyone couldn't hold back anymore, and asked with a cold frown.

"It's very simple. I'm far away and close to my eyes. I'm Ying Zige."

Ying Zige's face darkened, and in an instant, endless differences erupted in his eyes, and then he gently pulled out the Yuanhong Sword.

A swipe!
In an instant, the Yuanhong sword burst out with a thousand feet of light, directly illuminating the entire grove.

Hiss.

Feeling the cold sword energy coming against the skin, those assassins subconsciously took a few steps back, their faces turned pale for a while, and they couldn't help gasping.

"You are the thirteenth son? Why did you ask us to stop just now?"

"Could it be to entertain us??"

"Damn it, I have to take off your input no matter what, otherwise, how can I appease the king's anger!"

Those top masters were all furious, holding the long swords in their hands fiercely, and they were all messy at the moment.

Since he was destined to do something, why did this kid suddenly ask everyone to stop just now.

This kid really didn't play cards according to common sense.

For a moment, everyone wanted to eat their meat raw.

"You must be wondering why I made you stop just now, don't you?"

Ying Zige smiled wickedly, and asked slowly.

"Yes, why do you want us to stop? Could it be that you have decided to kneel down and beg for mercy?"

One of the Xiongnu masters smiled coldly, gently stroking the long sword in his hand, with an unfathomable appearance.

"You guessed wrong this time. There is only one reason why I want you to stop..."

"My son is happy!"

Puff!
Those Xiongnu masters almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, and they were not calm on the spot, glaring at Ying Zige one by one.

I've heard that this kid doesn't play cards according to common sense, but I didn't expect him to play cards out of common sense to such an extent!

It's like playing everyone like a monkey. If he doesn't take his head back, this matter will be difficult to end.

"Damn it, I've never seen such an arrogant person. Today I will show you how terrifying our sword skills are."

"How dare he put us in his eyes, you boy really don't want to leave here alive, I will tear you to pieces no matter what."

"Our king has already given you a great reward, and we must take your head. Today we will unceremoniously hammer your head off."

"Thank you Thirteenth Prince for your reward, but your reward is a one-time reward. After the head is handed over to us, it depends on whether you can grow another one."

……

Those Hun masters were furious, unable to keep calm at this moment, they rushed towards Ying Zige with long swords in their hands.

In the blink of an eye, the long sword in his hand erupted into pieces of light one after another like a spider web, connecting together like a web of heaven and earth, making it impossible for people to escape.

"It turned out to be a top expert? This time the King of the Huns finally knows that he should not despise me, Ying Zige."

"It really makes me very happy!"

Ying Zige laughed, and then suddenly started to walk around the crowd without stopping.

The swordsmanship used by these masters originally contained a strong formation. In this formation, even the top masters could not escape, but Ying Zige was in that formation like a fish in water. Shuttle non-stop in the middle, it seems that there is no hindrance.

"This movement is so weird?"

One of the masters couldn't help but take a deep breath, and his face turned pale.

In the Great Qin Rivers and Lakes, perhaps no one knows that Ying Zige is a top expert, but as Ying Zige went to the land of the Huns to rescue the son Fusu, and showed off his skills in the battlefield, the Huns have already known a fact.

That is, this kid is by no means a waste in the legend, but a top expert, whose strength is so deep that it can be described in a few words as unfathomable.

Even though they had already made such psychological preparations, they were shocked when they fought. Only then did they realize that even though they had already made psychological preparations, it was impossible to predict how strong this kid would be.

"Stop for me!"

One of the top swordsmen yelled, and stabbed at Ying Zige's figure with the long sword in his hand as fiercely as a dragon swimming out of an abyss.

"Sorry, I will never listen to you."

"After all, I am the son."

Ying Zige gave a wicked smile, and with a flash of his figure, he avoided the long sword in the opponent's hand, and slapped the opponent's cheek with a backhand in the next second.

There was a loud bang, and the other party immediately let out a scream, and his body flew out fiercely like being hit by a truck, directly smashing a big tree.

And he himself was bloody at this moment.

Hiss!
Seeing the remaining five top swordsmen in the scene in front of them, they were so panicked that they couldn't believe their eyes.

The strength of a slap has reached this kind of explosive power.

This kid is indeed stronger than the legend.

At that moment, each of them gritted their teeth fiercely, not daring to slack off in the slightest, and immediately displayed the strongest strength in their lives. In an instant, countless sword lights shone in the grove, like pieces of light It kept flying around.

"The kid just now had a thick skin, so I'll treat his face."

"Now you finally know who I am. I'm not just the thirteenth son, but I also have another identity, that is the supernatural doctor."

"Now I find that one person's hand is itchy..."

Ying Zige spread out his posture of Lingbo Weibu, and kept wandering among these people. None of the long swords could stab him.

But he kept talking slowly.

Then suddenly his eyes turned cold, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed another person's arm, and with a click, he directly crushed that person's arm.

"what!"

There was also a scream from the mouth, and he kept backing away, with beads of sweat dripping down from his forehead.

The combination of their swordsmanship was originally a very strong formation, but now as one of them was blown away and the other was pinched off his arm, this complete formation could not continue.

(End of this chapter)