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On Kyoto Avenue, Zhao Wujiang's carriage was driving slowly. He was inspecting the Broken Sword of Dragon Palace.

The Dragon Fault Sword looks like an ordinary three-foot green blade. The hilt is wrapped in a blood-stained bandage. The blood has dried and the black red has condensed into a scab.

Zhao Wujiang slowly stroked the broken sword body, feeling a slight tingling pain in his palm. It was obvious that the evil aura on Longque's broken sword had not completely dissipated.

His eyes gradually narrowed, and his gaze rested on the broken gap in the Dragon Fault sword.

The notch is not as smooth as a mirror, but has tiny tooth patterns criss-crossing it.

If it was broken due to huge force or chopping with other weapons, the fracture gap should be smooth and flat. Why is it like now with tiny tooth marks?

Zhao Wujiang's mind changed and he grabbed the other half of the broken sword body, which was the tip of the sword.

He carefully inspected the fracture at the tail of the sword tip and found that the fracture at the tail was smooth and flat, with no uneven teeth at all.

If it weren't for the fact that the two broken sword parts looked seamless when put together, Zhao Wujiang must have thought that the two broken sword blades were not from the same sword.

Could it be that there is some secret to this Dragon Fault Sword? His mind was racing and he looked at it repeatedly.

"Xu..."

Suddenly, the carriage stopped suddenly, and the driver's voice of urgently stopping the horse was heard outside the carriage.

The wooden box containing the broken sword moved forward due to inertia, and was grabbed by Zhao Wujiang. His sword eyebrows were raised, and the acupoints all over his body were moving, giving him an invisible aura. At this moment, he smelled a strong murderous intention coming from outside the carriage.

"Zhao Wujiang, get out!"

There was an angry shout from outside the carriage.

Zhao Wujiang picked up the sword box and slowly opened the car curtain. When he saw the scene outside, his pupils shrank slightly.

In front of the carriage, there were several rows of people standing, most of them staring at him fiercely. When he looked back, there were also a bunch of people standing behind him.

Most of these people were armed with swords and clubs, and according to Zhao Wujiang's perception, some of them were at least above the sixth level, so they were obviously quite good masters.

The person who just roared out was a handsome middle-aged man standing in the front, wearing a green shirt.

Zhao Wujiang glanced at this slightly familiar face and roughly understood the reason.

Not surprisingly, the man in green shirt in front of me is probably closely related to Qin Chen, who died yesterday.

"You guys are very friendly. I wonder what you mean by blocking Zhao here?"

Zhao Wujiang didn't change his expression. He took out a large gold ingot, handed it to the driver who was sitting in front of the carriage and turned pale with fright, and signaled the driver to leave.

The coachman took the gold ingot, bowed to Zhao Wujiang, jumped out of the carriage tremblingly, and looked at the people who were staring at him, not knowing how to leave.

"What's the matter? What's the matter with you asking us?" Qin Shi was wearing a green shirt, his chest rising and falling with anger:

"Yesterday you repeatedly humiliated my son at the auction and brutally killed him afterwards. Today I am here to avenge my son!"

Zhao Wujiang slowly jumped out of the carriage, patted the coachman on the shoulder, and told him to hide in the carriage if he couldn't leave. The coachman hurriedly ran onto the carriage, got in, and huddled in a corner of the carriage, not daring to look outside.

His body kept shaking, thinking that the young master in black robe was dead. These people were here to seek revenge. With so many people, how could the young master in black robe escape?

"Your son? Who is he?"

Zhao Wujiang looked calm and gentle, with a smile on his face, and had a confrontation with Qin Shi.

"Stop pretending, Zhao Wujiang, I swear on my life, Qin Shiyou, that you will never walk out of this street alive today.

Today I will sacrifice your blood to the spirit of my son Qin Chen!"

Qin Shiyou shouted angrily, and the people in front and behind the carriage gathered around him. The sound of swords being unsheathed was uniform and terrifying.

"Oh..." Zhao Wujiang looked like he had suddenly realized something. He was not panicked when facing the people who gathered around him. He was still as gentle and humble as a handsome young man:

"If you didn't mention it, I wouldn't even be able to remember such a person."

"You!" Qin Shiyou was furious. The more Zhao Wujiang downplayed Yun Danfengqing, the more he felt Zhao Wujiang's disdain and contempt for his son Qin Chen.

"I want you to die! Come on!"

With the light of swords and shadows, they swarmed in following Qin Shiyou's orders.

Zhao Wujiang had been prepared for a long time. The energy in the palm of his right hand was surging, condensing a dragon subduing palm.

"hideous!"

With a sword chant, the sword energy spread out from the center of Zhao Wujiang, turning into ripples and sweeping in all directions, forcefully forcing back those who surrounded him.

"Don't hurt my brother!"
Chapter completed!