Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 55 This son, there is no hope
Now, even Zhou Jianfei, the strongest swordsman, is being chased like a wild rabbit by the opponent.

Could it be that the strength of the opponent is really comparable to that of Sword Saint Gai Nie?

"Yes!"

A dozen or so disciples hurriedly unfolded their movements and rushed outside.

Of course, they couldn't let Jian Nu see that they came out of the Zhao Mansion, so they jumped over the back wall, jumped onto the roof, and headed towards Jian Nu's direction at a very fast speed.

At this moment, Sword Slave frowned slightly, glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and found more than a dozen figures rushing towards this side.

"Going around on purpose? Looking for a helper? Sure enough, he is not a stupid person." The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a scornful smile.

All of a sudden, he was chasing after Zhou Jianfei, stabbing fiercely at the opponent's back with the long sword in his hand.

Sensing an ice-cold sword energy coming, Zhou Jianfei's heart trembled, and he hurriedly turned around in mid-air, holding the long sword in his hand to resist the opponent's sword energy.

However, it was a slow step after all.

The long sword was like a spirit snake, it dexterously avoided Zhou Jianfei's long sword, and then pierced Zhou Jianfei's shoulder with a sword.

"Ah!" Zhou Jianfei let out a shrill scream, his body fell from the office, and then he rolled involuntarily on the roof, and fell hard into the mud on the street.

His eyes widened with difficulty, his face full of disbelief.

Only then did he realize that if the opponent wanted to kill him, one sword strike was enough.

how can that be?I am a top swordsman, but the opponent is still a little boy, how can the swordsmanship be so superb?
At this moment, the other disciples who saw the scene in front of them suddenly became furious.

"Where is the wild boy? How dare you act wild here?"

"The person who touched our prime minister's mansion doesn't want to live anymore?"

"Come with me to meet the prime minister!"

……

Those ghosts and ghosts of the diners directly threw the blame on Li Si.

If Li Si saw this scene in front of him, he would be so angry that he vomited blood.

"People from the Prime Minister's Mansion?" Jian Nu sneered slightly, noncommittal.

Suddenly, the long sword in his hand was like a flying dragon coming out of an abyss, stabbing fiercely at one of them.

People don't talk too much, my sword brother Jianghu!
This is the style of sword slaves.

Just seeing this sword stabbing, the dozen or so disciples were all shocked. They have already seen that the suggestion contained in this incident is definitely not something that ordinary swordsmen can issue.

They couldn't get off the tiger, so they had to bite the bullet and go up.

The long sword hit the target fiercely, splashing blood on the roof, and the person who was stabbed by the long sword rolled down hard.

"Damn it!" Zhou Jianfei, who had just got up from the ground, looked desperately at a figure flying towards him from a height, zooming infinitely in front of him.

With a bang, it was the past of the smashed dizzy dish.

There were shouts and fighting sounds on the roof, and the fallen tiles slammed on Zhou Jianfei's body again.

Zhou Jianfei cried on the spot.

No matter how you say it, he is also the top swordsman. He is always admired by everyone when he walks around the rivers and lakes with a sword in his fresh clothes and angry horses.

I didn't expect that today would be so embarrassing.

"Today I fought with you kid!"

He was furious for a while, and the true energy in his dantian surged out. At this moment, it seemed that a small universe erupted, and his whole body was filled with endless evil energy.

at this time……

Another person was shot down and hit him precisely on the top of his head.

Zhou Jianfei rolled his eyes and was knocked unconscious immediately.

The arrogance and ambition just now completely disappeared at this moment.

The posture of lying on the ground, no matter how you look at it, looks like a dead dog.

In the palace, the tidy hall is full of light.

"Hey Hey Hey……"

Ying Zige sat on the high platform, leaning forward uneasily, his eyes were full of bright light, no matter how he looked at him, he looked very obscene.

Han Baichuan, who was standing beside him, let out another long sigh, feeling that his future in this life was hopeless.

With such a young master, what hope is there?

From time to time, Ying Zige's eyes fell from the two maids to the ground.

The ground was originally covered with bluestone floors, but it was too turbid to win.

In a rage, Ying Zige personally made pieces of terrazzo, which looked like mirrors.

Then there is a contented person laying here.

At that time, all the servants in the palace were stunned.

The thirteenth son, who is as lazy as a dead dog, actually has this kind of skill?

This kind of floor is much brighter than the floor in the palace. It is simply paved with gold, which makes people amazed.

But soon, everyone's face was covered with black lines.

Because after the floor was laid, Ying Zige wiped his sweat while letting his two favorite court ladies dance here.

His gaze, from time to time, is looking at the director on the ground.

Once, the saliva flowed for more than three feet, and I didn't realize it.

clap clap clap!
Everyone who saw the scene in front of them slapped themselves on the forehead.

I only think that the thirteenth son is crying for his aunt and mother, and there is no way to save him!

"Hey Hey Hey……"

Ying Zige laughed while looking at the floor, enjoying it very much.

The dance performed by those two court ladies should have been a cheerful and festive dance.

However, at this moment, everyone's face was gloomy, and they would roll their eyes at Ying Zige from time to time, obviously disgusted to the extreme.

Ying Zige didn't mind either. The biggest reason was that his eyes were already attracted by the floor.

At the end of the song, the two maids snorted coldly, turned around and walked out.

"Is this the end? Don't say goodbye to me, no big or small!" Ying Zige's face suddenly darkened, and he shouted angrily.

Lao Tzu, a sniper, hasn't seen the color clearly yet. Is this the end?
I can't bear it.

"You don't care about the sword slave. He has been away for a long time now, and he hasn't come back yet, will he..." Han Baichuan next to him showed a trace of worry on his face.

"Don't worry, that kid is a real master. Just relying on that swordsman, he is definitely not his opponent."

Ying Zige waved his hand carelessly, feeling very relieved at this moment.

He is a sword slave, but he is a figure of the level of a sword master.

Gai Nie, the sword sage, faced three hundred Qin Tieqi, and without blinking his eyes... was seriously injured!
Jian Nu is so smart, he will never let himself fall into the combat power of three hundred iron cavalry.

So why worry?

Han Baichuan frowned again and sighed.

At this moment, a figure suddenly walked in outside the door.

The figure's body was speckled with blood, and his face was extremely gloomy, and his sharp eyes fell directly on Ying Zige's face.

(End of this chapter)