Saint Qin Batu

Immediately, the Chu army officer who was seriously injured before, endured the pain, kept patting the mount under his crotch, and ran towards a certain hidden stronghold.

The blood-stained silver dagger in his hand had already been discarded somewhere by him, but the saber on the horse under his crotch was still tightly guarded by him.

"Whizzing!"

Suddenly, two people jumped down from a big tree.The war horse under General Chu's crotch was startled suddenly, his hooves stood up, and General Chu on the horse's back was thrown down hard.

"Where are the things?" One of them walked up to General Chu and asked coldly.

"Horse, immediately..." General Chu replied dying.

The man turned his head and gave the other a look.

"Buzz!"

The other person immediately pulled out the broken water wrapped in Gebu and inserted in the ordinary scabbard, and nodded after confirming it.

"Let's go." Seeing that his companion confirmed the authenticity of Duan Shui, that person also bent down, intending to take this Chu general to heal his injuries.

"Whizzing!"

In the woods, the sound of vegetation swaying suddenly sounded again, and the expressions of the three of them changed.

"Pfft!"

A cold dagger pierced the Chu general's heart.And that general Chu died without the slightest surprise on his face.As a secret guard, such things are perfectly normal.

"Come on!"

After getting rid of the Jianchi secret guard who was pretending to be a Chu general, the remaining two secret guards quickly ran towards the distance.

"Buzz!"

A sword pattern, like a water wave, cut across the vegetation, causing a slight wave.

"Puff! Puff!"

Two muffled voices sounded, and the eyes of the two Jianchi secret guards still had a trace of anxiety.

"Is this, hallucination?" The old man who opened his eyes frowned and said.

The two breathed quickly, and there was a bit of anxiety in their eyes, but there was no trace of scars on their bodies, and only hallucinations could explain this.

When Ying Zheng and the others arrived without haste, Han Fei was standing aside, looking at the old man with a smile on his face.

"Your water cut off!"

Han Fei casually threw the century-old sword in his hand to the old man, who took it awkwardly, and wiped it with his sleeve happily.

"From today onwards, your name will be Duan Shui!" Ying Zheng said, seeing the happy look of the old man.

"Good! Good!"

The old man nodded indifferently, but the hand wiping the broken water did not stop at all.

"Your Majesty, is this person reliable?" Zi Lan couldn't help but frowned when she saw that Duan Shui was in a daze.

"The crazier a person is, the more he has his bottom line. And his bottom line is the water in his hand!" Ying Zheng shook his head and said without any concealment, not worried at all that the water would hear it.

"These people are no longer holding swords in their hands, but demons, demons. Once they are addicted to it, they can only become slaves of the demons, slaves of a sword!"

Han Fei walked up to Zilan and looked at Duan Shui with a trace of pity.

In this world, if there is anyone who understands inner demons best, then this person must be Han Fei.

"Let's go, there are many people like this..." Ying Zheng turned around and walked out of the woods.

"A lot?" Zilan lowered her head slightly. Being not good at using swords, she naturally didn't understand how crazy an outstanding swordsman is for a famous sword.

"Let's go!" Han Fei glanced at Zilan, but didn't answer, but just yelled at Duan Shui.

……

"Oh!"

"Why hasn't it been found out yet!" In Shouchun King City, as the real controllers of Jianchi, the royal family of three surnames is already a little crazy at the moment.

Without him, as a sword pond with more than a hundred years of accumulation, since the destruction of Wu and Yue, Jianchi has greatly increased its strength by relying on these famous swords.

However, now that the state of Chu was on the verge of extinction, Jianchi naturally suffered a great loss.

However, the suspicious royal family of the three surnames would rather hide these famous swords than use them to recruit capable people again.

However, the current Shouchun City is in danger, and the transfer of the famous sword in the sword pool is imminent.

In order to transfer these famous swords, Jianchi racked his brains.It went smoothly at first, until recently, no matter how they tried to hide their famous swords, they would always be intercepted by a group of people in the end.

They are like hunting dogs, specializing in hunting famous swords.

"No matter what, if you don't find these people again, I will kill you!" As the leader of the three clans, the voice of the Qu clan continued to echo in the secret room.

Outside Shouchun King City, Ying Zheng stood on a high slope, serving the huge Chu capital Shouchun.

"Master! The people in Jianchi have already started to fight..." Behind Ying Zheng, Duan Shui knelt on one knee and said respectfully.

"The deadline you promised has arrived." Beside Duan Shui, a man who seemed to be in his early twenties said gloomily, "Can you take my True Sword?"

"What I promised you, will naturally be yours!"

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Chapter 3 Devil May Cry

"My lord! Xuan Jian's palm sword has already left the city first..."

In a courtyard in Shouchun, a Jianchi Secret Guard hurriedly knelt on one knee in front of Qu Zhao who had just walked out the door.

"Hmph! That old man Jing Hu hides faster than anyone else when there is no news, but when he has news, he snatches it faster than anyone else." Qu Zhao said with a cold snort.

"Where are people now?"

"I heard that they are now besieged on a hill in the west of the city..."

"Haha! Today, it's our turn to pick their fruits!" Qu Zhao smiled even more, got on his horse, and headed towards the west city in high spirits.

"Sand, sand, sand"

In the woods, the breeze blows, rustling the leaves on the trees.