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"Zhao Engong, Zhao Engong stay."

As soon as Zhao Wujiang stepped out of the Fujia Pavilion of the Kyoto Chamber of Commerce, he heard a familiar voice behind him, as if calling him.

He slowly turned around and found that it was Li Yuanzheng wearing a simple gray shirt.

This dartman who is ranked 16th on the sword list and is well-known in the martial arts world, this is the second time Zhao Wujiang has seen him since he sold his sword to bury his mother last time.

"Brother Li." Zhao Wujiang bowed his hands and smiled kindly.

Li Yuanzheng quickly stepped forward:

"Zhao Engong, last time you extended a helping hand, Yuan Zheng was very grateful. He didn't expect to meet at the Chamber of Commerce today."

"Don't call me kindly, I'm just asking for a moment. I'll just call me a name in the future." Zhao Wujiang shook his head and smiled:

"What are you buying here?"

"Zhao En...Brother Zhao." Li Yuanzheng sighed:

"I came for a sword."

Zhao Wujiang and Li Yuanzheng chatted while walking:

"Longque?"

"It's this sword that Brother Zhao has seen?" Li Yuanzheng was confused.

They walked along the street, walked around the entrance of an alley, and walked through this alley, and could reach the opposite street.

It was noon at this time, with the scorching sun in the sky, the number of pedestrians on the road was reduced, and the alleys were even more empty.

"I have seen this sword in the auction hall. This sword has been broken, and the sword body is full of evil spirits." Zhao Wujiang's eyes flashed:

"Could Brother Li have a connection with the master of Longque Sword?"

"Brother Zhao is really wise and wise. Li Changfeng, the owner of Longque Sword, is me..." Li Yuanzheng sighed, and suddenly his words stopped abruptly, and his whole aura condensed, like a sword that was out of his body.

In the alley ahead of them, dozens of figures wearing strong suits and holding swords jumped out, waiting for them.

Then, behind them, dozens of murderous figures emerged, attacking them in the alley.

"Get out of the way!" Li Yuanzheng had already grasped the hilt of the sword in his left hand, and his face was slightly cold.

"act recklessly."

The crowd in front of him separated, Qin Chen, dressed in white, walked out and said sarcastically:

"Left-handed, it has nothing to do with you, but you are unlucky today. You are walking with Zhao Wujiang, the dog, so you all have to die!"

Zhao Wujiang raised his sword eyebrows, smiled humbly, and did not speak.

"I hate your smiling face the most!" Qin Chen said with a gloomy face:

"But don't worry, I won't give you any chance to avenge you!

I won't give you any chance to beg for mercy!

Take action!”

Qin Chen waved his hands and retreated, and more than 30 people rushed forward.

Zhao Wujiang rubbed his fingers and looked calm. Li Yuan's sword was unsheathed, and the three-foot green edge was waving in the air, like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, and the sword energy swept across the surroundings.

"Puff puff puff..." The sound of sword energy sinking into flesh and blood was endless. Wherever Li Yuan swept his sword energy, the figures rushing up were cut off, either cut into two pieces in the waist, or slipped smoothly from his neck, or his body was dividing into two slant left and right.

Plasma spreads over the ground or spreads on the walls, and swords fall to the ground, making a harsh collision sound.

The dartman, Li Yuanzheng, the left-handed sword, has been protecting the dart for several years and has never made any mistakes.

And escorts include both valuable goods and important living people.

In one breath, all the thirty people died in the Huangquan period. The power of the fourth-grade extraordinary warrior is evident.

Is this the fourth grade? Qi Lin once said that after the tenth place in the sword list, they are all in the fourth grade extraordinary realm. Flying flowers and picking leaves can kill people. The fourth grade is already so powerful. How terrible is the third grade master level above the fourth grade?

Zhao Wujiang's eyes flashed.

Qin Chen was covered in blood, dyeing his white clothes blood red. He looked at the broken limbs and sticky blood all over the ground, and his heart was filled with horror. He tried his best to tell himself to escape quickly, but he couldn't move at all.

“I won’t give you any chance to avenge you.

I won't give you any chance to beg for mercy." Zhao Wujiang returned Qin Chen's words to him intact.

Li Yuanzheng raised his left hand, as if a string of piano was gently stirred, making a crisp bang sound, and the sword energy came in the blink of an eye and pierced Qin Chen's chest.

Qin Chen opened his mouth, and regret finally came to his heart, but it was too late. He fell heavily in a pool of blood to the sky.

Li Yuanzheng put the sword into the sheath and stared at Zhao Wujiang with his fists:

"Brother Zhao, that day I promised that when Yuan Zheng resolved his private affairs, he would protect you and would not let others hurt you at all."

"Let's go." Zhao Wujiang nodded slowly:

"You just said, who is Li Changfeng you?"

Li Yuan's face was sad and his eyes were drooping:

“It’s my master.

In order to fulfill my filial piety, I left the master's sect and went home to take care of my mother.

But after I buried my mother a few days ago, I received news from my junior sister...the master...was murdered...

And...there is no bones left...

I heard that the master's Longque sword flowed through the Kyoto Chamber of Commerce, and I just wanted to find this sword."

"Didn't your junior sister say who murdered your master?" Zhao Wujiang asked.

Li Yuanzheng shook his head:

"Maybe as expected, it was the faceless man on the top of the sword list.

But it's not sure yet, maybe there are clues on the sword...

The young junior sister stays by her master for many years and should be able to discover clues through the Longque Sword.
Chapter completed!