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On Kyoto Avenue, the carriage that Zhao Wujiang was riding in was driving slowly. He was inspecting the Broken Sword of Dragon Fault.
The Dragon Fault Sword looked like an ordinary three-foot green blade. The hilt was wrapped in a blood-stained bandage. The blood dried up and the black red area condensed into scabs.
There is something extraordinary in the ordinary, especially since the blade of the sword is broken, but it is still full of evil energy. When Zhao Wujiang touches the blade of the sword, he can clearly feel a twinge of pain.
Could it be that this Dragon Fault Sword has some secrets? His mind was racing and he looked over and over again.
"Xu..."
Suddenly, the carriage stopped abruptly, and the sound of the driver's urgent stop was heard outside the carriage.
The wooden box containing the broken sword moved forward due to inertia and was grabbed by Zhao Wujiang.
"Um?"
His eyebrows were raised as he smelled strong murderous intent coming from outside the carriage.
Then I heard: "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 good masters.
"What's the matter?"
Zhao Wujiang's expression did not change. He took out a large gold ingot and handed it to the driver who was sitting in front of the carriage, his face turned pale with fright, and signaled the driver to leave.
The driver took the gold ingot, bowed to Zhao Wujiang, jumped out of the carriage tremblingly, and looked at the people who were watching eagerly, 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 was calm and gentle, with a smile on his face, and he was confronting 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 suddenly understood. He was not panicked when facing the people who gathered around him. He remained gentle and humble like a handsome young man:
"If you didn't mention it, I wouldn't even 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 dispersed from the center of Zhao Wujiang, turning into ripples and sweeping in all directions, forcefully forcing back the people surrounding him.
"Don't hurt my brother!"
The sound of stepping into the air came, and a figure stood behind Zhao Wujiang, holding a sword in his left hand and staring at the invading enemy.
The person coming is none other than Li Yuanzheng!
I saw him standing in front of Zhao Wujiang, facing the incoming enemy.
"Brother Zhao, Yuan Zheng is half a step late."
Qin Shiyou's eyes were solemn. The left-handed swordsman appeared behind Zhao Wujiang and deflected the crowd's attacks with one sword, making him feel shocked.
But he had no intention of retreating at all, and his murderous intention to kill Zhao Wujiang could no longer be restrained.
Besides, he used Qin's power and summoned several good players, who were among the crowd at this time.
This left-handed swordsman must not be able to make any trouble. If he forced himself to stand up for Zhao Wujiang, he would only risk his own life.
"This hero, why do you want to destroy yourself? This matter has nothing to do with you!" Qin Shiyou said in a deep voice!
