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Zhao Wujiang watched the carriage go away and speeded up his pace towards the imperial city.

Xingqingyuan is just under the heels of the imperial city, and it will be a few minutes away.

He frowned all the way, not thinking that he was worried about anything. It was best to plan ahead for some things.

The enemy he may face now is no longer the person with sparse martial arts skills, nor is he a sixth-grade fifth-grade warrior like Chen Anbang, but the faceless man on the sword list!

Zhao Wujiang will not forget the information that Qi Lin once told him.

The top ten swords are all third-grade masters. Faceless people rank first, so you can see how powerful they are.

This strength is not something that he can resist at this level. It is very likely that once he meets, he will be killed instantly by the faceless man.

Zhao Wujiang was in a state of great emotion and was always alert to the surroundings. When he arrived at the imperial city, he could basically breathe a sigh of relief.

"Zhao Wujiang!"

Suddenly, a loud roar came from afar.

Zhao Wujiang looked back and saw a carriage galloping towards him in the distance. The driver was a man in a blue shirt and shaped like a servant.

Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the man in blue. His right eyelid kept beating, as if he was trying his best to warn him.

He kept walking and retreated, not far behind him was the imperial guards guarding the city.

On the carriage in the distance, An Ping looked at Zhao Wujiang coldly:

"Master, judging from Zhao Wujiang's actions and expressions, he probably knew about Longque."

"Stop him!" The cold voice of Xiaoyao King came from the carriage.

"Yes." An Ping held the reins in his left hand, and the long sword placed beside him was unsheathed. He pointed at Zhao Wujiang with his right hand. The long sword roared and flew towards Zhao Wujiang.

The sword energy cut through the air and tore the invisible curtain apart. After Anping was defeated by Qi Lin, he equipped himself with a green edge again and had initially understood the amazing sword technique "Sword Twenty-Three" that Qi Lin learned from the sword tomb.

This sword has the power of twenty-three swords.

As soon as Zhao Wujiang stepped back two steps, he saw Anping throw a sword. When the sword hit, the sound of air shattering could be heard.

He didn't know what level of cultivation Anping was, but since Anping was driving, he wouldn't be the faceless man, and he had some confidence.

Three-foot Qingfeng arrived in front of Zhao Wujiang in the blink of an eye.

"Vajra is indestructible!"

Zhao Wujiang shouted angrily in his heart, his luck dantian sank, his feet were heavily on the ground, his hands were intertwined, and his Tai Chi pressed down hard, holding the sword body.

The sword energy poured out, breaking through the invisible barrier around him, and hitting his body like a rainstorm of pear blossoms.

Seeing this, the imperial guards rushed over with their swords:

"Protect Lord Zhao!"

"retreat!"

Zhao Wujiang shouted loudly, saying that the imperial guards were of good moral character, but they would only be shattered by the sword energy when they rushed up recklessly.

As expected, as soon as the imperial guard who was rushing to the fore approached, his armor was cut by the sword energy, knocked him out three feet away, and fell to the ground.

The rest of the guards retreated one after another.

Zhao Wujiang held the three-foot green hair tightly, his face as if he was angry. At this moment, the golden light was stained in his eyes. He gritted his teeth to resist, and his sleeves were all crushed.

The sword energy pushed him back and kept retreating. With just two breaths, his back hit the city wall.

"Bang!"

The bricks were broken in response, leaving a large broken dent.

In the third breath, the sword energy had completely dissipated. Zhao Wujiang gasped and shouted angrily. The long sword in his hand was broken into three.

His jade crown, which was covered with black hair, had fallen and broken. At this moment, his hair was disheveled. Whether out of anger or ridicule, he couldn't help laughing and stepped into the city gate.

Xiao Feng, deputy commander of the Imperial Army, rushed over when he heard the movement. He stared at Zhao Wujiang with disheveled hair:

"Mr. Zhao, is it okay?"

Zhao Wujiang shook his head and looked back. The carriage that was galloping in has stopped, fifty steps away from the city gate.

An Ping, wearing a blue shirt, was already frozen in place, with disbelief on his face. He had inquired about the news that Zhao Wujiang was just a sixth-rank secretary. He had a little literary skill and had no other advantages. It was absolutely impossible to take his attack.

But just now, Zhao Wujiang took his sword away.

What kind of cultivation is his... Anping's eyes flashed. He received guidance from his master since he was a child, claiming to be a genius, and he could learn the martial arts very quickly.

Since he officially became the guardian of the Dharma, there have been many heroes in the world. He has never suffered any loss on his peers, nor has he ever knocked on other peers of the same age. Even if he lost to Qi Lin, who is Qi Lin, is it comparable to Zhao Wujiang?

But it was Zhao Wujiang, whom he had never cared about, who followed his sword full of sword energy, and except for his distracted hair, he could not see any injuries at all.

"Lord... Lord... I couldn't intercept him..."

An Ping stared at Zhao Wujiang with his eyes tightly, and the two looked at each other from afar.

"Hmm?" The doubts of Xiaoyao came from inside.

"I underestimated this person..." An Ping swallowed his saliva. He saw Zhao Wujiang's hair dispersed, his eagle looked at the wolf, and his lips buzzed.

He read Zhao Wujiang's lips, only two words.
Chapter completed!