Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 48 You Don't Deserve To Have It
Blind Zhou gritted his teeth hard, his face full of tragic events.

The wrist muscles tensed instantly.

A powerful internal force gushed out from his body in an instant.

"So you're from Qi, hehe, back then you, the king of Qi, wanted to take the initiative to become king, and..." Ying Zige curled his lips, and it was time to show his historical knowledge.

"Young man, today, either he dies or I die! You don't have to feel pity for me, just show your true strength." Blind Zhou said righteously as he waved his long sword.

Ying Zige was stunned on the spot, only feeling a gust of wind blowing over his head, and fallen leaves fell one after another.

being ignored?

It was ignored!

You are the target, right?
Why is this old guy's attention all on Sword Slave?
Sure enough, a person without strength is no different from a transparent person.

Ying Zige was very depressed. At this moment, he almost doubted that the real Chosen One was not himself, but the sword slave beside him...

"I'm just a small follower, a freshman in the country, and any major events have nothing to do with me. I only know that he once saved my life, and no one can kill him in front of me."

The killing intent was beating in Jianru Yan's heart, and the indifferent eyes became extremely fierce at this moment.

Blind Zhou's face was pale, and he frowned suddenly.

"it is good!"

"This is the real good follower!"

"It's a pity that such a righteous person actually..."

"Unfortunately, unfortunately..."

"The follower holding the wooden sword in the back is a good match for him. If this person stays by his side, it's a bit..."

The people expressed their opinions one after another.

Whoosh!
It was like a bird meeting, piercing fiercely into Ying Zige's heart.

Dengdengdeng.

Ying Zige covered his heart, took three steps back, and suddenly lost his composure.

What do you mean?
He is the famous thirteenth son.

Not worthy of a follower?
These people are simply too hateful.

At this moment, Ying Zige was so depressed that he wanted to find a corner, hold a branch in his hand, and curse these people in circles.

"It seems that today, you and I have no way out. If this is the case, let's fight for life and death!"

Blind Zhou showed a wry smile on his face, and suddenly his figure moved, like a roc spreading its wings, it flew straight into the sky.

With the long sword in his hand, he stabbed down in the air.

Jian Nu frowned slightly, and didn't even move his footsteps, the many flaws on Zhou Xiazi's chest that attracted your attention directly.

For a swordsman to reveal such a big flaw at this moment, it is simply a great temptation for another swordsman.

Therefore, the sword slave made a move!

The rusty long sword in his hand suddenly seemed to turn into an unglamorous ray of light, stabbing fiercely at Zhou Xiazi's chest.

At this moment, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Zhou Xiazi's face, and the long sword in his hand suddenly turned around.

Whoosh!
The long sword came out of his hand, turned into a ray of light like an electric light, and went straight towards Ying Zige.

At the same time, with a puff, the tetanus long sword had already pierced into Zhou Xiazi's chest fiercely.

"Not good!" At this moment, Jian Nu finally understood what happened.

Although he can be regarded as a top swordsman, due to amnesia, a lot of experience in the world has disappeared. Naturally, he did not expect that Zhou Xiazi's goal from beginning to end was Ying Zige.

At this moment, it was obviously too late to pull out the long sword from the opponent's chest to stop the prejudice that flew away.

The long sword was about to pierce Ying Zige's heart in a blink of an eye.

Right now!

There was a swish, and another piercing sound came. It was obviously the sound of wood rubbing against wood, which sounded extremely funny.

A wooden sword stabbed obliquely from the side, and directly stabbed Zhou Xiazi's long sword.

The long sword was originally like a dragon going out to sea, and it was even more like being shot down by lightning from the sky. It was so fast that its momentum was almost unstoppable.

However, after touching the wooden sword, he suddenly lost all momentum in a disguised form, and fell directly to the side.

"Fuck! I almost got caught! Isn't this assassin a little too cunning?" Ying Zige patted his chest, his face turned pale.

The little heart was beating wildly.

"I didn't expect that you, you are also a top expert..." Blind Zhou widened his eyes and looked at Han Baichuan with incredulous eyes. He never thought that this sad follower was also a top expert.

The people around did not show any surprise on their faces.

Instead, they discussed in a low voice.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong just now."

"We really shouldn't say that about Young Master Thirteen..."

"Yeah, you really shouldn't say that about him. The thirteenth son may not be worthy of the entourage holding the long sword, even the entourage holding the wooden sword."

Everyone made no secret of what they thought in their hearts, and said it on the spot.

(End of this chapter)