Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 120 I Will Die With Myself
The man's face was tightly wrinkled as if he was enduring some pain, his starry eyes released a cold light but he was unyielding, his slightly pale face was covered with fine sweat.

The man's figure was as fast as lightning, leaving a phantom in place every time he moved. The heavy sword in his hand was like a light feather in the man's hand, and it was effortless to swing it.

The few Kuangba moves are light and agile. On the ground, left and right, front and back, up, middle and down, there are several phantoms left in the blink of an eye, which looks amazing.

Just when the man got carried away with his sword practice, a clear voice interrupted the man's movements, "General Zuo Zhujin is worthy of being the number one general in the Tu Kingdom, and his sword skills are really superb. This king's eyes are blessed."

As the words fell, a proud figure walked into Zuo Zhujin's courtyard with the backlight. He was dressed in a purple gown with gold-rimmed cloud pattern, noble and elegant.

There was a faint smile on the flawless and handsome face, and the amber eyes were full of the wisdom of the king who looked down on the world.

The person who came was Fan Qingtian, and Fan Qingtian followed behind him with a whisk in his hand, and he also looked very handsome.

The martial arts practice was interrupted by Fan Qingtian, Zuo Zhujin's sword turned around, and the sword edge mixed with thunder struck towards Fan Qingtian.

Seeing that Zuo Zhujin wanted to assassinate Fan Qingtian, Buhai's eyes immediately released a murderous cold light, and he shouted in a cold voice, "You are so courageous, you dare to assassinate the king."

After finishing speaking, Bu Hai was about to resist, but Fan Qingtian stopped Bu Hai from moving

"Eunuch Hai back down." Fan Qingtian reached out his hand to stop Bu Hai from moving forward, his amber eyes were not afraid of Zuo Zhujin's approaching sword.

Although Buhai was unwilling and worried about Fan Qingtian, the king's order must not be violated, and Fan Qingtian's martial arts was so strong that Buhai didn't need to make a move. Buhai sighed and then stepped aside.

Recently, the king has more and more ideas of his own. Is he old?I can't help the king anymore, looking at Fan Qingtian, Buhai felt emotional in his heart.

And at the moment when Bu Hai retreated, Zuo Zhujin's sword was thrust towards Fan Qingtian's facade.

Seeing Zuo Zhujin's domineering sword energy sweeping towards him, Fan Qingtian was not nervous about it. When the sword was about to fall on Fan Qingtian's body, Fan Qingtian tilted his body and dodged calmly Zuo Zhujin's sword edge.

Feng Mei frowned, Zuo Zhujin saw that Fan Qingtian avoided his respect, turned his sword, and slashed directly towards Fan Qingtian's head.

Standing on tiptoe with his heels back, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at the epee coming down, Fan Qingtian shot back in an instant, leaving behind an afterimage.

Zuo Zhujin's sword fell to the ground again, the sharp edge of the sword scattered the afterimage, and a deep ditch was cut on the ground, which made people feel frightened.

If the sword fell on Fan Qingtian just now, I am afraid that Fan Qingtian would be split in half.

Bu Hai, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, was also aroused by the scene just now, hey, the king is really trying his life, what if he can't escape just now.

Zuo Zhujin is also a strong man of the Holy Bloodline class, and Buhai has to worry that Fan Qingtian will accidentally be hurt by Zuo Zhujin.

When the sword fell to the ground, Fan Qingtian was able to avoid his own attack. Zuo Zhujin was not surprised at all. When the tip of the sword was lifted, a cold sword energy shot towards Fan Qingtian as if it could break mountains and rivers.

Seeing this ferocious blow, Fan Qingtian frowned slightly. She really did not expect that Zuo Zhujin had already recovered half of her injuries after only two months of recuperation. He was indeed a person she admired.

The whole body exudes the majesty of a king, and the robe is automatic without wind. Fan Qingtian looked at the burst of sword energy, raised his hand and waved lightly, and an invisible attack wave of brackets swept towards the murderous sword energy.

The two attacks collided immediately, and then exploded.

The aftermath spread like ripples, and the fallen leaves floating in the air turned into dust at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

At this time, Zuo Zhujin still wanted to continue to challenge Fan Qingtian, but Fan Qingtian already had a general understanding of Zuo Zhujin's current recovery from injuries, and did not want to fight Zuo Zhujin again.

Besides, if the battle with Zuo Zhujin continues, Zuo Zhujin's recovered body will probably be praised again, which is not what she wants.

Fan Qingtian is about to return to the palace, and if Zuo Zhujin's injury remains bad, it will be a trouble for Fan Qingtian, she doesn't want to bring him to be killed because he has no ability to protect himself.

Without waiting for Zuo Zhujin to attack again, Fan Qingtian, like a phantom, approached Zuo Zhujin in the blink of an eye, and held down Zuo Zhujin's hand that was about to swing the epee.

The star's eyes were cold and stern, Zuo Zhujin's internal energy overflowed, and he wanted to shake off Fan Qingtian's hand, and Fan Qingtian also released his internal energy, firmly suppressing Zuo Zhujin's movements.

The smell of gunpowder immediately permeated the air, and a faint blue wave of air was emitted from the hands of the two of them at the same time.

The domineering Zuo Zhujin didn't back down at all, and the proud Fan Qingtian didn't back down at all, and the two of them remained in a stalemate like this until Zuo Zhujin groaned, and a ray of bright red overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

I really didn't expect Zuo Zhujin to be so stubborn, Fan Qingtian's eyes darkened slightly, he sighed silently in his heart, then withdrew his inner strength, let go of the hand that was holding Zuo Zhujin, and said lightly, "Zuo Zhujin Why should the general be so hard on himself."

Although the corners of Zuo Zhujin's mouth overflowed with bright red, it did not affect Zuo Zhujin's domineering aura at all. With a cold snort, Zuo Zhujin wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "I will have trouble with myself? That's really weird. "

Zuo Zhujin's tone had a strong smell of gunpowder, but Zuo Zhujin was not a stupid person, he was very clear about his injuries, and all that just now was just to test Fan Qingtian, even though he really wanted it now. To avenge Kuang Yunshi and Yang Ran, but he also knew it was not the time.

Seeing that Zuo Zhujin no longer attacked Fan Qingtian with a faint smile, the aura of alienation around him also receded a little, took out the refined medicine from the storage space, and handed it to Zuo Zhujin, saying, " There are three pills here, after taking them your strength will increase again, and your injuries will heal within a month."

Seeing the bottle that Fan Qingtian handed to him, Zuo Zhujin frowned, looked at Fan Qingtian and said resolutely, "I won't accept your things, don't think that using the pill will make me let you go Hate."

Naturally, he knew that elixir was a very precious medicine, and Fan Qingtian was willing to use elixir to heal his injuries, and Fan Qingtian's kindness to Zuo Zhujin was unexpected.

If they were not enemies, perhaps Zuo Zhujin would treat Fan Qingtian as brothers, but they were enemies, enemies on the battlefield, since they were enemies, how could he accept them.

It is also fortunate that Fan Qingtian killed Yang Ran and Kuang Yunshi on the battlefield, otherwise, it would be even more impossible for Fan Qingtian to have such a peaceful conversation standing here with his character of Zuo Zhujin.

(End of this chapter)