Qin Dynasty: Father Ying Zheng granted marriage to young Siming

This sword is really too fast.

Even though Zhao Gao has superb body skills, he can only barely dodge at this time.

The sword wind passed by, the sword wind was fierce.

A trace of blood appeared on Zhao Gao's face, which was the surging sword energy.

"Oh!"

In a dazed moment.

Fu Che's punch had already hit Zhao Gao's waist and abdomen.

Before the sword move could be withdrawn, the fist hit the flesh.

"what!"

Zhao Gao groaned and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

This punch used [-]% of the force to support Che.

"Chong!"

Zhao Gao placed his two swords on the eighth suit and used the force to fly back.

"Wow!"

Another mouthful of blood.

Along with the blood, some steaming pieces were spit out.

Zhao Gao was seriously injured with just one punch.

No nonsense.

Fu Che jumped and slashed towards Zhao Gao again.

The villain died of too much talk.

The last time he faced Shengqi, he had already suffered a loss.

At this time, the Six Sword Slaves who were fighting fiercely with Zongheng had also noticed the situation here.

"grown ups!"

I don't know who shouted.

The Six Sword Slaves, who were originally engaged in a fierce battle, were momentarily distracted.

Zhen Gang moved very quickly, and stood in front of Zhao Gao at the moment when Fu Che was cutting off his head with a jumping chop.

The really strong sword in his hand lay in front of him.

"boom!"

There was a deafening clang of metal.

Jumping and slashing, coupled with Fu Che's internal strength running to the extreme.

"Humph……"

Zhen Gang groaned.

this moment.

Although he blocked Fu Che's fatal blow.

But his whole body seemed to be bearing a huge force at this moment.

The ground beneath your feet is sunken.

"He is very protective of his master."

Fu Che's tone was gloomy: "I want to see how many times you can block it!"

……

There is no real strength on the other side.

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The Six Sword Slaves lack a backbone.

Finally, he was completely suppressed by Guigu Zongheng.

Nearly alive.

"what!"

The cry before death.

The shark-toothed sword penetrated the soul-destroying back heart and came out of the chest.

"One is dead, and there are five more."

Wei Zhuang said softly.

"You can't leave today."

The sword in Gai Nie's hand looked strong.

……

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

……

No bells and whistles.

At this time, Fu Che was like a civilian building the Great Wall.

The eighth server in his hand seemed to have completely turned into a heavy hammer.

Not stabbing, not cutting, not teasing.

But - smash!

The hard support is like a wooden stake.

Constantly withstanding the tremendous power of the giant hammer in Fu Che's hand.

"what!"

Under Fu Che's continuous attacks, Zhen Gang roared.

The foot is already sinking deeper and deeper.

Even the originally moist land has cracked under the tremendous force.

A strong shock wave shook everyone around him.

"boom!"

At this moment, the world was eclipsed.

The eyes of everyone who saw this scene were full of surprise, shock, fear and countless other emotions.

Fragments flew.

Under the eighth server, two sections of Zhen Gang, which was originally very broad and thick, had collapsed from the middle.

Countless fragments flew.

Two halves together.

And really strong.

In an instant, a sword and a person were all split into two.

Fu Che's mouth was full of blood.

The powerful internal force exploded without any scruples in a short period of time.

Not for free.

"spit!"

Fu Che's eight clothes were placed across Zhao Gao's neck.

"Ling Zhao, it's your turn."

……

Wei Zhuang: "There are four left."

Chapter 85 Zhao Gao, dead!

"Cough cough..."

Zhao Gao coughed violently.

"It seems that Zhao Gao cannot escape the young master's disaster today."

The light in Zhao Gao's eyes disappeared.

"You were smart and didn't choose to run, otherwise you would be dead now."

Fu Che's voice was light: "Ling Zhao, let's go!"

"The old slave will be down below, waiting for the young master."

Zhao Gao closed his eyes: "Let's do it, I'm... tired..."

The sharp sword edge of the eighth suit slides.

Blood spurted out...

……

The headless body of Zhuan Po lay on the ground.

The head rolled to Wei Zhuang's feet.