I, the Mad Prince of Daqin, Start the Inheritance Sword Saint

Da, Shao Siming stood beside him slim and graceful, and the city was speechless.

The canoe moves slowly, suddenly!

In the distance of the lake, there was a green mansion. The green mansion was huge, and there were wooden houses in the middle.

The corners of Ying Zifeng's mouth rose slightly, and his eyes had already seen one after another figure.

.......

Jinghu Medical Village.

"Commander Xue Nu, the person here is the mad prince of Da Qin, Ying Zifeng!"

A group of Mohist disciples were holding long swords and staring at the slowly approaching wooden boat.

"Ying Zifeng, the mad prince who is rumored to have injured the Sword Saint with his sword in Xianyang Palace!"

By his side should be the big one of the Yin-Yang family, Shao Siming!

The snow girl's eyebrows were raised, her eyes were full of solemnity, and her mind sank to the abyss.

"Sister Rong, hurry up from behind, I'll hold them back!"

"No, Yue'er may be in their hands, I can't go."

Duanmurong was in a fiery mood at the moment, and Yueer didn't know if she had fallen into Ying Zifeng's hands.

Xue Nu was helpless, so she had to order ten Mo disciples to leave from behind to report the news, while she and Duanmu Rong stayed behind to hold Ying Zifeng and the eldest young master.

A tea time~

"Boom!" sounded.

The boat docked.

Ying Zifeng set foot on the blue stone one step at a time, and looked at the azure and fragrant yard in front of him. It was fresh and elegant, surrounded by water, and it was a good place for self-cultivation.

There is also a conspicuous door plaque at the entrance in front of the yard. There is a piece of text engraved on the door plaque. The text is not the small seal script of the Qin State, but the "text" of the Yan State! ! ! !

"Three can't help."

"The people of Qin will not be saved."

"People with the surname Gai can't be saved."

"Because of fighting fiercely with the sword, it will not be saved."

Da Si Ming stared away and said softly.

Ying Zifeng's face turned cold, and a pair of cold eyes flashed with strong killing intent.

Three do not save!

It's ridiculous to take care of the world and love all beings!

Yan Dan!

Sooner or later I will give your head to the emperor!

Whether it was the plan to assassinate Qin back then, or the plan to "capture" the dragon, Yan Dan's purpose was always alone.

The emperor of Daqin!

Yingzheng of the eternal emperor!

They always wanted to capture the dragon.

"boom!"

With one punch, the door plaque shattered into several pieces, and "Three Not Saved" was vulnerable under Ying Zifeng's fist.

He looked at the gate of the yard.

"Crack!"

Ying Zifeng pushed the wooden door open without hesitation.

click!

The wooden door was pushed open, and figures came into their eyes. Duanmu Rong, Xue Nu, and about a dozen Mo family disciples were facing each other in the courtyard.

"I can't believe there are more than two big fish."

Ying Zifeng glanced at Snow Maiden, slightly surprised.

He didn't expect the Snow Maiden to be there, and he looked slightly at the dancer who was famous in the Yan Kingdom back then.

The beauty of the country, the beauty of the world, the beauty of the first-class, but the beauty is just that.

"Tread~"

Step into the hospital.

In an instant, a terrifying cold murderous aura rushed towards everyone.

Murderous stinging, like a thousand-year ice cellar, stabbing people's marrow.

The long swords of the Mo family disciples trembled in fear, and they stared at Ying Zifeng with horror on their faces.

What a terrible murderous!

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Xue Nu and Duanmu Rong's delicate pink foreheads, and their expressions were solemn.

"Where's the moon?"

Duanmurong's cold and beautiful eyes stared at Ying Zifeng and questioned.

"You're talking about the little girl by the lake. She is falling asleep on the canoe and is very safe."

"However, this prince believes that you should care about yourself first."

After Ying Zifeng finished speaking, he stepped forward.

The fierce momentum made the Mo family disciples could not help but retreat.

"Your Highness, what should we do?"

Da, Shao Siming followed Ying Zifeng with his honey legs in a hurry.

"Don't kill this Immortal Doctor, other people, kill without mercy!"

Ying Zifeng stabbed the Snow Maiden like a sword, murderous aura shrouded her, and her cold and ruthless voice made people tremble.

Xue Nu's pretty face was cold and dignified, and Ying Zifeng stared at her with murderous intent, obviously wanting to kill her!

Da, Shao Si raised his slender hands after hearing the order, a touch of red, a touch of green, two internal forces condensed.

The two looked at each other and exchanged their eyes.

In the next second, Shao Siming walked across from Duanmu Rong, green sharp leaves condensed between his slender fingers.

Although Ying Zifeng said don't kill him, he didn't say no harm, as long as he didn't die, everything would be fine.

Da Siming also faced the Mo family disciples with crimson hands, and the strange redness shocked the Mo family disciples.

"Shh!"

Suddenly, the leaves flickered, and the leaves slashed towards Duanmu Rong like sharp knives.

"Be careful Sister Rong!"

Snow Maiden reminded.

Duanmurong narrowed her pretty eyes, and a shiny silver needle appeared in her hand.

The silver needle flew out and collided with the leaves.

"clang!"

"clang!"

......

In an instant, the silver needle was won by the number of young masters of Wanye Feihualiu, and the leaf lasing pressed against Duanmurong, and the speed was very fast!

Duanmurong dodged immediately, but it was a little slow, and her clothes were torn apart by the leaves.

White skin like snow.

Here, Da Si Ming was directly like a god of death, and his shots were extremely fierce, accompanied by screams, each life ended under his yin and yang handprint.

Snow Maiden's pretty face was as cold as frost, and a pair of cold and beautiful eyes with murderous intent pierced Ying Zifeng.

"Come on, you don't need a sword to deal with your prince."

Ying Zifeng looked at Xue Nu with contempt, not taking her as an opponent at all.

"You will regret this."

Xue Nu glanced at the Wushuang sword on Ying Zifeng's waist, her eyebrows wrinkled slightly, she couldn't express her anger at the contempt of Ying Zifeng.

Using her internal strength, Xue Nu's eyes locked on Ying Zifeng.

next second!

Snow Maiden looks like a dance, lightly throwing out the green silk streamer to kill Ying Zifeng!

Ying Zifeng smiled disdainfully.

A vast internal force erupted in an instant, and the internal force surged, causing a gust of wind to rush towards Snow Maiden.

"call!"

The sound of the wind blew wildly, causing the snow girl's three thousand snow hair to flutter with the wind, and the wind blocked the blue ribbon back.

What a deep inner strength!

Snow Maiden's eyes were shocked.

"Go straight to the killing move, you still have a chance!"

Ying Zifeng was a little impatient.

The snow girl's eyes turned cold, and a cold chill emanated.

"Wow~"

Indifferent, less white snow floated in the sky, and the white snow fell on Ying Zifeng's body, causing him to frown.