Everyone present was shocked, including He Xiu.

Zhao Qiang was his disciple, but in his previous understanding, Zhao Qiang was just a wandering practitioner from Zhao.

Before this, even though Zhao Qiang was good at dealing with people and was often entrusted with important tasks, among the many practitioners who followed him, no one thought Zhao Qiang was very powerful.

In He Xiu's own perception, he always believed that Zhao Qiang was not good at fighting like himself.

However, today, Zhao Qiang's sword completely overturned his cognition.

All the assassins breathed poorly.

There is a smell of burning fire in the air.

Zhao Qiang just made a sword, but in their perception, what he made seemed to be not a sword, but a huge Hongfu.

At this time, the sword intent was still lingering.

All of them seemed to be still in a huge furnace.

"Who are you?"

The assassin in the lead frowned deeply, "Which practice are you from?"

"Zhao, sword furnace." Zhao Qiang looked at the assassin, slowly spit out three words, and then said, "I just want to send him back to Chu."

I just want to send him back to Chu. At this time, this sentence is just like I just want to go home, full of a sense of confidence from the strong.

This is even a naked threat.

I just want to send him back, so you better not cause trouble.

The assassin in the lead narrowed his eyes. He lowered his head and looked at the tip of the sword that was still dripping blood. He suddenly sneered, revealing his slightly yellow teeth. "Man Zhao...Man Zhao also wants to deliberately provoke a battle between Qin Chu?"

"I am not as long as you think, and the things I am considering are not as complicated as you think." Zhao Qiang shook his head and said, "I want to travel around the world. I happened to meet He Xiu. He treated me with courtesy, provided me with food and use, and took me around the world. Since it was time for him to go home, I would naturally take him home."

“Good reason.”

The assassin in the lead laughed, "It's a pity that we have no choice. If you don't die, then we will die."

When his laughter rang, all the assassins rushed up.

"Don't move."

Zhao Qiang arrived beside He Xiu, and his voice rang out in He Xiu's ears.

He didn't move himself.

Only when several sword lights were less than one foot away from him and He Xiu, the sword in his hand was raised.

What he has in his hands is

A short sword that is only two feet long.

This short sword is just an ordinary black iron color, and it looks very light and even gives people the feeling of being a flying sword of a cultivator.

However, when the sword was raised in his hand, the sword body shiny and red. The violent friction between the sword body and the heaven and earth energy instantly released a terrifying temperature.

It suddenly became as heavy as a mountain in everyone's perception.

It was like a hammer just taken out of the iron stove.

when!

It was just a shock.

Several sword lights broke instantly.

Several practitioners who were approaching immediately blew blood from their mouths and flew backwards.

No one is afraid.

The assassin behind flew past the bodies of these practitioners.

The sword in their hands stabbed Zhao Qiang and He Xiu more quickly.

No matter how strong the sword intent is, they will be exhausted. What they need is the moment when the sword intent is not connected.

However, all of them were wrong.

Zhao Qiang's sword is the beginning.

boom!

The sword in his hand seemed to explode.

It was like a huge oven collapsed, poured, and exploded.

All the assassins felt burning pain in their eyes instantly.

In the next moment, all the assassins rushing into Zhao Qiang and He Xiu were all slapped out by powerful sword intent.

Countless sounds of bone-breaking sounded from their bodies.

He Xiu's body trembled.

He had never seen such a sword before.

He never thought that a sword could be so domineering, and a slender sword could burst out with such a terrifying sword intent.

However, the crisis has not passed.

An extremely sinister and cold sword light lit up beside Zhao Qiang. It was like a poisonous snake suddenly jumping up on the ground. At the moment when Zhao Qiang's sword intent was splashed, it stabbed Zhao Qiang's lower abdomen.

This sword light came from the assassin leader.

He didn't think Zhao Qiang could escape his sword.

However, Zhao Qiang did not hide.

Zhao Qiang's sword just fell toward his head.

The assassin leader's eyes flashed with a ruthless look in the depths of his eyes.

He was not afraid of competing with this man at all.

He had seen many things that were more terrible than death, and he did not think that this young man from Zhao could be more ruthless than himself.

He did not change his sword path.

His sword

It still stabbed towards Zhao Qiang's lower abdomen.

However, Zhao Qiang's sword path has not changed at all.

Facing the sword that stabbed his lower abdomen, Zhao Qiang stepped forward instead.

He was like he was hitting the sword with his lower abdomen.

puff!

His sword hit the head of the assassin leader.

At the same time, the sword in the assassin leader's hand pierced deeply into his lower abdomen and into his organs.

The assassin leader died instantly.

The moment he was dying, a strong regret arose in his heart.

He found out that he was wrong.

He felt that he was not afraid of death.

However, when this Zhao Di sword master set out his sword, there seemed to be no death in his eyes.

This is the true sword of desperation.

The moment the sword entered the flesh and blood, his heart trembled and could not help himself.

The sword will be slow if the heart trembles.

It was just that the speed of this moment determined that he died and the other party was alive.

The head of the assassin leader completely disappeared.

His body fell softly.

Zhao Qiang's left hand held the assassin leader's sword-holding hand extremely steadily, and then slowly pulled the opponent's sword away from his body.

Blood continued to gush with the sword body pulling away, but Zhao Qiang's left hand was still stable to the extreme.

The assassin leader was a little slower than him. Although the opponent's sword pierced his body, the sword intent was instantly interrupted and could not destroy the vitality in his body.

There are only a few holes in his body, and he can live for him.

The injury that can survive is nothing.

He Xiu's body was completely stiff.

He watched the blood gushing from the wound on Zhao Qiang's body. He subconsciously wanted to help Zhao Qiang stop bleeding and heal his wounds, but Zhao Qiang told him not to move before.

"We're going to leave right away."

Zhao Qiang lowered the sword of the assassin leader, began to use his true energy to press the wound to stop bleeding, and then applied medicine.

"You're going to help me drive."

He looked at He Xiu and said.

He Xiu took a deep breath, his body trembled slightly, and he looked at Zhao Qiang, "Who are you?"

"The third disciple of Zhao Jianlu, Zhao Qiang." Zhao Qiang looked at him and smiled, "The name is real, and the practice is also real."

"What kind of place is Zhao Jianlu...?"
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