When the people from the Rakshasa Sect heard Jun Ziqian's arrogant words, sparks suddenly appeared in their eyes, and they gritted their teeth: "Huh, even if you hold a sword, you can't use your inner strength!"
Everyone in the world knows that King Qin always has the jade fan in his hand and is invincible.
But no one has ever seen him use a sword.
Because, as Jun Ziqian said, his sword is only used on the battlefield.
His sword was stained with more blood and lives than the jade fan, which was even more horrifying.
Almost all the enemies who had seen him swing his sword were... dead!
But no one in the world has seen it!
Today, the King of Qin will wield his sword because of them!
Yes!
It was indeed their honor to see the superb swordsmanship of King Qin, the God of War.
The people from the Rakshasa Sect snorted coldly: "We would like to learn from him and see if the swordsmanship of King Qin, the God of War, is really as superb as what the world says."
They were sarcastic in their hearts, not to mention how superb King Qin's swordsmanship was, but now that he was a cripple, how could he still be able to show off his skills?
And they may have forgotten that Mo Zhu didn't move, and the secret guard in the dark didn't move either. They just watched King Qin take action.
Isn’t it still clear why King Qin took action himself?
Jun Ziqian tilted his head and looked at them, with an unchanging evil smile on his face and a mysterious and deep look in his eyes.
"Then try it."
The sword he swung was crisp and clean, without any sloppiness. The dazzling sword light instantly cut through the black veil of the night, and the sharp snowy light shot through the air without any hindrance.
The people from the Rakshasa Sect immediately dodged the unstoppable sword, but some felt a chill on their necks and blood splattered.
Before they could think about it carefully, five people fell to the ground and stopped breathing.
The remaining Rakshasa disciples were frightened when they saw this.
Under the bright moonlight, Jun Ziqian had an evil smile on his lips, looking down at the wind and clouds in his eyes.
There is even a kind of momentum, as if he can destroy the enemy thousands of miles away with a snap of his fingers.
The Rakshasa sect was furious: Ma De, who said it, King Qin is a useless person! I will definitely kill him when I go back.
The leader gritted his teeth: "Brothers, come together!"
Several people quickly drew their swords and jumped into the air to stab Jun Ziqian.
Jun Ziqian turned his eyes, and with an ethereal figure, he waved his hand with a sword, and his energy penetrated the rainbow.
Ding!
The swords crossed in mid-air, making a sharp and piercing sound, which shocked the Rakshasa disciples who were crossing swords.
What a strong sword energy!
Ye Youlan had already slipped out of the carriage, looking at the graceful figure of Brother Yanzhi holding the sword with bright eyes.
So beautiful!
…
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dozens of corpses were already lying on the ground.
Jun Ziqian only swung his sword twice, and dozens of the best masters of the Rakshasa Sect were all killed by his hands.
At this time, he had only restored the fourth level of inner energy.
Hiding far away, all those unscrupulous people looked disheveled.
Fortunately I didn't go.
Quietly dodge and leave quietly.
Seeing this, Mo Zhu stepped forward and raised his hands: "Master, do you want to follow me?"
He raised his hand and made an obliterating motion.
Jun Ziqian threw the sword into his scabbard, curled his lips and smiled lightly: "No, there will be an uproar outside because of my injury. It will scare the monkeys and give them a rest, which will just allow me to have some peace and quiet in Yongzhou for a while."
Let these unscrupulous people know that King Qin, the God of War, is not someone who is praised casually by the world.
Mo Zhu understood and nodded.
Seeing that the fight was over, Ye Youlan immediately ran over and stood in front of Jun Ziqian, her eyes shining brightly, and she said with a smile: "Brother Yanzhi, you are so awesome!"
This smile is like an orchid blooming quietly.
The little girl wanted to pull his sleeve happily.
Jun Ziqian glanced at the little girl with his cold and charming eyes, and gently pulled back his sleeve.