Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 230 The son is in trouble, the four sides like it

Seeing the scene in front of them, the members of the Ghoul Gang were all frightened and dumbfounded, they couldn't help but look at each other, their hearts trembling non-stop.

Killed their strongest master with one shot?

Is this still playing with wool?

The tense atmosphere instantly intensified. Those who thought they were powerful masters were trembling at this moment, with cold sweat dripping from their foreheads.

"Where did this master come from? The swordsmanship is so powerful. Our leader is very strong. I didn't expect to be killed by his opinion."

"It's even more impossible for us to be his opponent. When did we provoke such a top player?"

The dream of ten thousand taels of gold burst like a bubble at this moment.

All that remains in their hearts is despair, and deep fear.

It can be clearly seen that there is a strong killing intent in the eyes of the young man in front of him, as if a tiger came out of the mountain. If he didn't take a few lives, wouldn't he be sorry for the monstrous situation?

However, at this moment, Jian Nu suddenly raised his eyes slightly, and said coldly: "Tell me a name."

"Huh? What's your name?"

The members of the ghoul gang were confused and confused for a moment.

"Tell me the name of the nearby assassination organization, and the person who tells the name can leave here immediately."

"As for those who don't want to speak out..."

Jianru said lightly, without any warning, a sword came out suddenly.

That sword flashed like lightning.

Puff!
The rusty long sword pierced the throat of one of the members in an instant.

The member's eyes widened silently, the eyeballs almost protruding from their sockets, and then he turned over and fell to the ground, even when he was dying, he was filled with endless fear.

What they ghoul gang usually do is to scare the people around them under the pretense of ancient witchcraft, and then collect money crazily.

No one likes to play with fear more than them, but at this moment, they finally know what real fear is.

Especially the kind of fear mixed with despair is even more terrifying than death itself.

Hiss.

Seeing the scene in front of them, the other members frantically took a few steps back, their muscles tensed up instantly, and the sweat rolled down their foreheads.

Skillful.

The one who fell this time was also a top expert, so to speak, the second in command of the gang.

The strength is second only to the helper.

But in front of that young man, he didn't have any strength to resist, and he didn't even react, and died directly under the opponent's sword.

It can be seen how fast the opponent's swordsmanship is.

"Okay, you can start now. Whoever named you can leave now."

The sword slave smiled coldly, and then slowly inserted the long sword into the scabbard.

No one likes to play with people's hearts more than the thirteenth son.

And as the entourage of the thirteenth prince, Jian Nu naturally also learned some superficiality, and he has already seen that the psychological defense of these people in front of them has collapsed, and they no longer need to use long swords.

Sure enough, at this moment, one of them suddenly took a step forward, clasped his fists in his hands, trembling all over, and said a name directly: "The Raptors Gang, three miles away from here, is entrenched in Crouching Dragon Manor."

"Okay, you can leave now."

Jian Nu nodded slightly, silently remembering the location and name.

The man hesitated for a moment, and looked at the long sword on the sword slave's waist, obviously unable to believe that he would let him go so easily.

In the end, he took a deep breath, held the hilt of the sword in his hand, put his whole body on guard, and retreated to the side step by step.

It wasn't until he came to the side of the woods that he breathed a sigh of relief, and then unfolded his movements, disappearing into the shadow of the woods like a ghost.

"Can you really leave by saying your name?"

"Why did he want those names?"

"Why do you care so much? The most important thing is that you can leave here just by saying your name. Why don't you say it quickly?"

……

Those members of the Ghoul Gang who had fallen into despair all had their eyes lit up at this moment, as if they had seen the last ray of hope.

The scrambling is to say the names one by one.

Then, like a ghost, disappeared into the woods at a fast speed.

Soon, all the members of the Ghoul Gang left.

Under the cold moonlight, Jian Nu gently closed his eyes, recalling the locations of the five gangs he had just received.

"My thirteenth son, I can only guarantee that all the assassination organizations I pass by will die without a burial."

"These people won't gather in Xianyang anymore. As for the fish that slip through the net, you still need to deal with them yourself."

"But with your current strength, it shouldn't be a problem to deal with those so-called fish that slipped through the net, right?"

Jian Nu slowly opened his eyes, and then came to a high place, his gaze first fell in the direction of Wolongzhuang.

……

Xianyang.

Early morning hours.

Looking from a distance, the streets are neat and majestic, and the palace is majestic. As the most prosperous place in Daqin, there is a royal atmosphere here.

But at this time, for some reason, there was suddenly a tense atmosphere in Xianyang City.

Early in the morning, countless Daqin iron cavalry gathered in groups and kept gathering at various city gates.

Passers-by will inevitably be interrogated.

And those former survivors of the Six Nations were subjected to even stricter investigations.

Those people who are belatedly aware of it are finally realizing it at this moment.

Something big has happened.

Moreover, it is very serious!

Still in the streets and alleys, teahouses, and taverns, cautious discussions sounded from time to time.

"The city of Xianyang has never been so tense. What's going on?"

"This is somewhat incomprehensible. There have been many major events in Xianyang recently. Young Master Fusu went to the land of the Huns and returned safely. This should have pleased His Majesty, but for some reason, Young Master Fusu has not shown up for a long time. .”

"It is said that Young Master Fusu has been ordered by His Majesty to never step out of the palace."

"Isn't it under house arrest? What's going on? Young Master Fusukou is a hero of our Great Qin. Why did he suddenly suffer such treatment?"

"Could it be that the thirteenth son is playing tricks again?"

……

When mentioning the thirteenth son, everyone gritted their teeth for a while.

They all agreed that this kid must have said some sarcastic remarks in front of His Majesty again, so that the young master Fusu fell out of favor.

"Hehe, you don't know this, do you? It is said that there are many righteous men in our Daqin Jianghu who are going to assassinate the Thirteenth Prince, so this Xianyang City is under martial law."

"Why is that?"

Hearing this news, everyone's eyes lit up.

I'm not tired of talking about this.

The thirteenth son, who is that?

If such a person can live a good life, it will be the misfortune of Great Qin.

Now that someone finally came to assassinate him, the whole world is celebrating.

(End of this chapter)