...

Qi Lin was lifted by Xuanyuan Yuheng's neck, and his heart was filled with turmoil. Sword Twenty-Three, the amazing swordsmanship he had obtained from the Sword Tomb in the Holy Land of Jianghu, was actually broken by the palm of the man in front of him.

Who is this man?

The power of the probing arm is like the handle of a sharp sword. If you raise your palm and hold it, it will break through the sword energy in the sky.

He felt his breathing becoming more and more rapid and difficult.

"I'll only ask once, where is Dragon Fault?"

Xuanyuan Yuheng smiled lightly and slowly exerted force on his hands.

Qi Lin's face turned redder and redder, his eyes trembled as he thought of a possibility.

He has not yet used the sword, but the sword energy is vast. He has never seen the man in front of him in the world, and now he comes to ask about the whereabouts of the Longque Sword. This man should be the faceless man who killed the second one on the sword list!

"No... face..."

Qi Lin's face turned purple, his eyes protruded, and he struggled to squeeze out two words from his throat.

He did not tell the whereabouts of the Dragon Fault Sword. He knew that once he told it, Zhao Wujiang would be dead.

He shouldn't be able to escape now, but he can't let Zhao Wujiang die too...

"three."

Xuanyuan Yuheng's face was expressionless, and his hands became harder and harder.

"two."

Qi Lin made a broken sound in his throat. He stared at Xuanyuan Yuheng. He didn't know what the faceless man was going to do, but it was definitely not a good thing. He laughed "ho ho ho" with difficulty in his throat. The laughter was right.

Xuanyuan Yuheng's ridicule seemed to be ridiculing that Xuanyuan Yuheng would never know the whereabouts of the Longque Sword.

"one."

boom--

Xuanyuan Yuheng used force in his hands and directly broke Qi Lin's neck.

At this point, a generation of sword masters, Qi Lin, fell.

"Stubborn." Xuanyuan Yuheng's hand loosened and Qi Lin collapsed to the ground.

He took out his silk scarf, wiped the blood on his hands, threw the handkerchief away casually, glanced condescendingly at Qi Lin, who did not reveal anything before his death, and then turned and left:

"Go down with the order and look for the sword."

Anping covered his chest, endured the severe pain and said respectfully:

"yes!"

The gang members of the Qianlong Sect have sneaked into Kyoto and can be used to search the Dragon Palace for their master.

...

Kyoto Chamber of Commerce, 1st floor, Fujia Pavilion.

Hua Ruyu was wandering in front of a shop selling brocades and colorful silks. She was holding a handkerchief in her hand. It was of fine workmanship, with a jade-white body and a blooming peony embroidered on it.

"Madam, you really have a good eye..." When the shop owner saw this beautiful young woman and knew that she was the wife of Gang Leader Qi, he hurriedly came forward to flatter her.

"ah."

Hua Ruyu was playing with the handkerchief, and suddenly she felt a tingling sensation on her index finger. When she looked closely, a bright red blood droplet appeared between her index finger.

She turned the handkerchief over, and it turned out that there was an embroidery needle pinned to it for some reason.

"Ouch... Madam..." The shop owner was panicked. There was an embroidery needle pinned to a good handkerchief. Isn't this a sign of damage to him?

He hurriedly came forward to explain.

Hua Ruyu was restless and wanted to return to Dijiao Gang quickly.

"Madam, whatever you like in the shop today will be paid for by villains. Don't leave, calm down." The shop owner hurriedly stopped Hua Ruyu. If Hua Ruyu spreads the word, he will stop doing business.

"Okay." Hua Ruyu nodded, looking a little confused.

...

Kyoto, Kokeiin.

Zhao Wujiang is applying medicine to Jiang Mengli.

"It hurts!" Jiang Mengli's pretty face was filled with anger. Zhao Wujiang pressed the powder on her chest, pressing it tighter and tighter. But Zhao Wujiang was actually in a daze at this moment?

What's there to be dazed about? Could it be that he is interested in me? Jiang Mengli's eyes flashed, and Zhao Wujiang's eyes stared at her.

As she shouted, Zhao Wujiang came back to his senses. He didn't know why his heart suddenly palpitated just now, as if an invisible big hand was pressing his chest, making him feel a little blocked.

"Excuse me..."

Zhao Wujiang let go of the hand that was applying the medicine.

Jiang Mengli quickly put on her clothes and covered her bra. She felt suspicious. Although she had not had much contact with Zhao Wujiang, Zhao Wujiang was definitely not the kind of person who would suddenly apologize.

"By the way, what secret does the Dragon Fault Sword contain?"

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were calm. He originally did not intend to ask any more questions. After all, Jiang Mengli said that the secret of Longque Sword was not something they could bear now.

But for some reason, he suddenly wanted to know what the secret was, and he wanted to know it urgently.

"Ah?" Jiang Mengli stood up holding her wound, stared at Zhao Wujiang with increasing suspicion, shook her head and said:

"The secret of the Dragon Fault Sword, I have already said, is not what it is today..."

"What is it?" Zhao Wujiang pressed Jiang Mengli's shoulders with both hands and asked solemnly.
Chapter completed!