Dang, a shadow sword was knocked down by the golden fan, and Yi Shuihan's hand had already grabbed his neck.
"One." Yi Shuihan let go of his hand.
The shadow stayed in place. He felt death approaching him just now, and it seemed that the blood in his body had solidified.
"Two." The golden fan was mounted on the neck of a shadow.
"Three."[
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Shadow, who was "killed", retreated to the side to watch the battle. They were trained as Shadows since childhood and believed they had some strength. They did not expect that they would be so vulnerable to face His Highness today.
After two quarters of an hour, all twelve shadows were defeated, and their fatal wounds were all necks, which made them very ashamed.
Lan Zhiqiu was a little stunned. It turned out that his shadow was so weak that even his daughter could not beat him.
Yi Shuihan: "Father, you have nothing to say."
Lan Zhiqiu said earnestly: "Han'er, what we face on the battlefield is not twelve people, but thousands of troops..."
Yi Shuihan: "Father, do you want to backfire?"
Lan Zhiqiu said angrily: "How do I know that the martial arts of the Twelve Shadows are so bad?"
When the Twelve Shadows heard this, they felt even more ashamed. In fact, it was not that they were not bad, but that His Highness was too strong.
"Then how do you want to test me?" Yi Shuihan raised his eyebrows.
"I heard that Qiannuo and the other three have good martial arts skills. If you beat them, I will let you go." Lan Zhiqiu looked at Qiannuo and the other two, because Qianxue told him that Han'er's martial arts skills were taught by them.
, it will definitely be better than Han'er.
Qiannuo and the other two heard this, a little hope ignited in their eyes. The three of them fought Shuihan and the other one had a high winning rate.
Yi Shuihan: "Father, aren't you finished it? If I beat them, you will definitely backfire again."
Lan Zhiqiu looked embarrassed and said, "I will never backfire this time."
Yi Shuihan: "You are here to listen to what you said. The King of Xiang will never rebel if he says it."
Lan Zhiqiu scolded her daughter angrily, and her daughter was becoming more and more treacherous.
"You three..." Yi Shuihan looked at Qiannuo and the other two, hooked his fingers, one to three.
Chengbi pulled the corner of her mouth, "A woman is so arrogant!" I see if you can still be arrogant later!
Three bright swords were lit out, with a little smugness, only success is allowed not failure.
Yi Shuihan blinked, they were not here to be true, she was not sure of winning.
While Yi Shuihan was thinking, the three of them had surrounded Yi Shuihan and looked at the sword!
With a clang, Yi Shuihan's fan met the swords of several people and begged in a low voice: "Show mercy."
The three of them seemed to have heard it, but instead became more and more powerful, and their cooperation was perfect.
Yi Shuihan whistled to the sky sadly. She thought they would pretend to lose to her, so she shot herself in the foot.
With a hiss, Chengbi's sword blocked her golden fan.
When Yi Shuihan brushed past Chengbi, he whispered in his ear: "Chengbi, show mercy."
"Don't think about it!" Chengbi took two steps back. This dead woman was too powerful, and he could only barely block Jin Fan's attack.
"Don't think about it? Humph, don't blame me for being merciless tonight! I won't get out of bed!" Yi Shuihan said in a very ambiguous and sensational tone, and did not forget to blew a breath in his ear.
Chengbi's ears suddenly turned red, shy and angry, and his reaction became slow. Taking advantage of this, Yi Shuihan knocked down the sword in his hand.
Only then did Chengbi realize that he was fooled by this dead woman!
After getting one, Yi Shuihan laughed in his heart and immediately met Qiannuo and Rong Zhi's sword. They both like to use swords, and her sword skills are not very good.