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132, Mo Zhu, Sword Comes

Lu Lin?

Jun Ziqian's eyes are deep, this is the last place, right? Those people won't give up easily, right?

The moon was as bright as frost, and the cold moonlight filtered through the car window into the entire carriage.

The little girl fell asleep quietly against the window. Even the extremely handsome man next to her could not disturb her sweet sleep.

Looking at it, the gentleman smiled modestly.

Then, Mo Zhu, who was outside the carriage, reminded him softly: "Young master, here we come."

The tone was slightly solemn, indicating that the people who came this time were no ordinary characters.

Jun Ziqian tapped the jade fan in his hand, his empty eyes flickered, and there was an unpredictable trace of evil hidden deep between his eyebrows.

But after letting them dance around for so long, it's time to stop.

On the forest path, the carriage stopped.

Mo Zhu's face became more vigilant and he looked at the dozens of people holding swords in front of him.

The gloomy and murderous atmosphere woke Ye Youlan up.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked, "Brother Yanzhi, are you about to fight?"

Jun Ziqian was amused when he heard this, and listened to her innocent and soft words: "I want it too! I want it too! Protect Brother Yan!"

Jun Ziqian raised the jade fan in his hand and tapped her head lightly.

The little girl pouted and lowered her face: "Why did you hit me?"

Jun Ziqian was angry and funny: "When Brother Yanzhi is here, Lan Mei will just be a well-protected girl and be obedient."

Although I know that the little girl is good at fighting, in front of a man, there is no way for the girl to rush in front and yell to protect him.

Doesn't this mean that he will be the king of Qin and be laughed at?

Moreover, he promised to protect her no matter where she is.

Although the little girl was dissatisfied, she felt extremely happy when her brother Yanzhi called her Lan Mei in a gentle voice.

She nodded obediently: "Okay, I'll obey."

Jun Ziqian smiled slightly, closed his jade fan, turned around and got out of the carriage.

The little girl opened the curtains first and took a look. Those people seemed to be violent and cruel people, and they all had the aura of having experienced fighting and fighting.

She made a rough estimate, and Yanzhi's brother had just recovered, and his internal energy had returned to about the fourth level.

The chances of defeating them are more than enough.

Then she'd better take a good look at how Yanzhi's brother fights.

After Jun Ziqian got off the carriage, he shook his jade fan and his clothes were flying.

One pair of eyes hides evil charm.

The dozens of people standing in front of him felt a kind of awe-inspiring aura, and just one glance gave them a terrifying pressure.

The leading man calmed down the fear in his heart a little and sneered: "You are just a useless person with damaged muscles and veins. Now you only have these guards around you to fight to the death for you. Why? You have been hiding before, but now you are proud. , come forward!”

I don't know who told the story that King Qin, the God of War, had damaged his tendons and was now a disabled person.

Almost everyone went crazy.

They were all looking for opportunities to assassinate King Qin and try to take away the alliance leader's order from him.

However, there were too many capable generals around King Qin, and they killed him one after another, but no one could touch him.

The one who took action this time was the Rakshasa Sect, which is feared in the world.

They are determined to win the alliance leader's order.

Jun Ziqian's eyes were gleaming, and he put away the jade fan in his hand and placed it on his waist.

The people from the Rakshasa Sect raised their eyebrows in confusion.

Doesn't he use a jade fan?

Then I thought about it, the King of Qin was already a useless man, even if he had a jade fan, he couldn't use it.

They couldn't help but sneer, but they heard Junzi's cold and evil voice: "Mo Zhu, here comes the sword."

Mo Zhu nodded: "Yes, Master!"

The sword in his hand moved, unsheathed, and flew directly over.

Jun Ziqian raised his hand to take it, his eyes turned and looked at the Rakshasa Gate with a mysterious sparkle.

"You should be honored that the swordsmanship that I have only used on the battlefield has opened your eyes today!"


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