Great Qin: The Nine Dragons, They Are All Good People.

Li Xin, that’s right.

Shi Chengchang Wenjun, now belonging to the Confucian family of Qindi, has returned to the sea, and is a rare master among the younger generation.

Although the salute, but the performance of this after-the-fact salute, is a little unauthentic, at least Prince Dan feels that the whole person is not very good.

“Mojia, Yan Dan.”

Reply to a salute, the nobleman’s upbringing allows him to calm down at this time and respond to the other party’s etiquette.

“In that case, then the two of us will have a fight, Gongzi’s side is on the head, please don’t disturb Gongzi’s interest, and your head, let it be taken below.”

Unceremoniously, the lightness revealed a murderous aura, and that kind of confidence, Li Xin stood with a sword, his expression seemed to be telling a small matter, which made Prince Dan very unhappy.

“There are many people who want Yan’s head, but there are not many capable people, then you can come and take it, and let Yan see your skills and learn about the absolute learning of ten thousand streams returning to the sea.”

You can’t lose in momentum.

Yet the next moment.

Brush!

The figure has already struck.

His eyes shrank and he raised his sword to block.

Boom!

Sparks splashed.

The two long swords collided with fierce sparks, reflecting the faces of the two, but Li Xin was laughing, and the prince Dan’s expression was very cold and extremely ugly.

And Wang Dong, at this moment, is commanding the Qin army soldiers, encircling and suppressing those people in the rivers and lakes, dividing the front, and constantly harvesting the lives of those people in the rivers and lakes.

As a commanding type, he is not suitable as a brave general, and martial arts can really be said to be the kind of abuse in dozens of rounds compared to Li Xin.

And the other side.

“Hahahaha, you incompetent rats, it seems that this is just the case, I want to see how long you can support Benjun.”

Wujun opened and closed widely.

The danger of fighting Zhao Yue and Feng Xiu was different from Li Xin’s ingenious sword fight, but he was the most brutal here.

The energy is like a Han sea, a slight difference, maybe the whole person will be killed on the spot, that kind of strange power seems to be inhuman, beyond the limit of people.

Zhao Yue was stepped on by the beating, the ground shook and churned, and he had to use internal force, which was only to remove the force from his body, otherwise with the inhuman strength of the Martial Monarch, it was enough to beat him alive into meat mud.

Feng Xiu’s sword art cultivation was really powerful.

The sword shadow clattered.

However, it still couldn’t be broken, and Wujun’s protective body that shrouded his body was only a pain that made Wujun feel the pain of being pierced by his sword intent, just a little irritable, and even more crazy.

One fist, two fists.

Finally, he beat Zhao Yue and vomited blood again.

The kung fu of the same sound of the divine arrow is all in the one-handed archery, and now there is no room to play at all, and at the moment of exposure, it was caught off guard.

Shocking sword.

Feng Xiu’s side was even more tragic.

It was not carried on the body at all.

Originally, relying on the characteristics of the Shocking Sword and its own strong sword intent, it was only right to break the Qi of the Martial Monarch, but at the moment, it was completely useless.

The sword light streaked around Wujun’s body, but they were all bounced off by Wujun’s body one by one.

The sword light like the shadow of the moon was even more frequent, piercing down like raindrops, piercing around Wujun’s body.

However, what is waiting is only the overwhelmed hum of the long sword, even if the ordinary long sword has internal force instillation, it is already trembling at this moment, unable to withstand the impact of the sword owner’s sword intent.

“Your sword is not sharp enough, but your sword skills are good, but that’s all, compared to me before, the people I killed are not much worse, maybe stronger than them, but it’s a pity.”

“We are not an order of magnitude.”

A fist smashed.

Feng Xiu blocked and was violently shocked back.

Blood flowers.

A little bit of flying flashed.

Feng Xiu’s hand holding the sword was trembling.

The mouth of the tiger that was shaken by Wujun’s strong force broke, and Wujun’s majestic internal strength constantly washed his body, and it shocked him even more, and his bones seemed to be buzzing.

Wujun is right.

At the beginning, they strongly suppressed the Eight Gates of Qindi, although they were not so deep in their martial arts, but it was a pity that these two people could be regarded as having lost most of their strength.

Sword Saint Feng Xiu had no sword.

Arrow God Zhao Yue did not have a bow.

This is simply a tragedy, the name of the divine arrow has not yet been played, and the doubtful life is beaten, who let Wujun is completely an unreasonable guy.

If you can’t break through the defense of the Martial Monarch, then the melee is completely looking for abuse.

Even the Demon Monarch did not dare to run over to the Martial Monarch for close combat, so these guys were fearless and dared to run over to play melee combat with the Martial Monarch.

Because.

This is not the limit of Martial Monarch.

What is a martial monarch is to fight stronger and stronger, surpass oneself, surpass one’s personal limits, and fight more and more until you can’t suppress yourself.

The more it hits.

The more excited Wu Jun was at the moment, the more different from the last time, the assassination organized by the Prince Dan last time was completely equivalent to playing with him, and he didn’t take those people seriously at all.

It’s different now.

Whether it is Sword Saint Feng Xiu or Arrow God Zhao Yue now, their strength is extraordinary, and their internal strength can be called profound.

It is enough for him to contact stronger combat power, only pressure can make him release stronger, can make him stronger, so Zhao Yue and Feng Xiu only feel that the opponent in front of them is getting more and more outrageous.

Take advantage of the opportunity to kill a move.

Wu Jun came and killed Feng Xiu.

Seeing that Feng Xiu was about to die on the spot.

Zhao Yue was even more unable to rescue, Wujun’s hand had already grabbed it, with wind pressure, the majestic internal force was even more into a cyclone, grasping solidly, enough to grab the marble to smash a claw.

And right at this moment.

The ears moved.

I felt the gusts of wind.

Wu Jun’s figure forcibly turned, withdrew, stopped in the air, raised his hand to protect the block in front of him, and in an instant, three arrows came like meteors catching the moon.

They shot at the wrists protected by Wu Jun, constantly passing in and out, and after the shot, the residual strength did not decrease, spinning to pierce the qi gang, the strength made Wu Jun take two steps back, kicked the ground, and only then removed the strength.

Because of this, a big crack was opened in the ground.

“Another worm has come, I don’t know if this bug can leave a name, so that Ben Wujun’s subordinates will not die that nameless person.”

Lift your foot and press down sharply.

The ground exploded with layers of mud.

Wujun looked in the direction where the arrow came from, looked playful, picked up a knife, and pointed over, full of provocation, incomparably arrogant, and his expression was even more excited to the extreme.

Yikes!

Three arrows shot again.

The rotation is even more distorted into a distorted qi, traveling into an atmospheric whirlpool, each of which is under its influence, constantly accelerating, accelerating, as if there is no end to the continuous acceleration.

“Good to come, open it to Benjun.”

Wu Jun held the knife in one hand, and slashed down sharply in the direction of the incoming arrow, and the blade light turned into a vigorous sweep, smashing the three arrows one after another.

A figure stepped on the top of the armor warrior’s head, soared over, lightly connected points, and held a longbow with two arrows.

Then he threw another longbow behind him and towards Zhao Yue, who was anxiously coping with it on the side.

“Confucianism, the divine arrow rings together, Yu Zichu.”

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