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Zhao Wujiang watched the carriage go away and quickened his pace towards the imperial city.

Xingqingyuan is right at the foot of the Imperial City, just a few minutes' walk away.

He frowned all the way, but he didn't feel that his worries were unfounded. It was best to plan for a rainy day.

Now the enemy he may have to face is no longer someone with few martial arts skills, nor is he a sixth- or fifth-grade warrior like Chen Anbang, but the faceless man who ranks first on the sword list!

Zhao Wujiang will not forget the information Qi Lin once told him.

The top ten on the sword list are all in the realm of third-level masters. Faceless Man ranks first, so you can get a glimpse of how powerful he is.

This kind of power is simply not something he can resist with his current strength. It is very likely that he will be killed by the Faceless Man in one encounter.

Zhao Wujiang's mind was racing, and he was always vigilant about his surroundings. When he arrived at the Imperial City, he could basically breathe a sigh of relief.

"Zhao Wujiang!"

Suddenly, a loud roar came from afar.

Zhao Wujiang looked back and saw a carriage speeding toward him in the distance. The driver was a man in a blue shirt who looked like a servant.

Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the man in blue shirt. His right eyelid kept beating, as if giving him a desperate warning.

He kept walking and stepped back. Not far behind him were the imperial guards guarding the city.

On the carriage in the distance, Anping stared at Zhao Wujiang coldly:

"My lord, judging from Zhao Wujiang's whereabouts and facial expression, he probably knows about the Dragon Fault."

"Stop him!" King Xiaoyao's cold voice came from inside the carriage.

"Yes." Anping held the reins in his left hand, and the long sword beside him was unsheathed. He pointed at Zhao Wujiang with his right hand, and the long sword roared and flew towards Zhao Wujiang.

The sword energy cut through the air and tore open the invisible curtain. After Anping was defeated at the hands of Qi Lin, he re-equipped himself with a Qingfeng, and had initially understood the amazing swordsmanship Qi Lin learned from the sword tomb "

Sword Twenty-Three".

This sword has the power of the Twenty-Three Swords.

As soon as Zhao Wujiang took two steps back, he saw Anping throw a sword. The sound of the air breaking could be heard when the sword struck.

He didn't know what level of cultivation Anping was, but since Anping was driving, he wouldn't be the faceless man, so he had some confidence.

Three-foot Qingfeng arrived in front of Zhao Wujiang in the blink of an eye.

"King Kong is indestructible!"

Zhao Wujiang shouted angrily in his heart, his Qi Luck Dantian sank, he stepped heavily on the ground with his feet, crossed his hands and pressed down hard from the Tai Chi position, and grasped the sword body.

The sword energy poured out, breaking through the invisible barrier around him, hitting his body like a rainstorm of pear blossoms.

Seeing this, the Imperial Guards guarding the city rushed in with swords:

"Protect Mr. Zhao!"

"retreat!"

Zhao Wujiang shouted loudly. The Imperial Guards had good intentions, but if they rushed forward rashly, they would only be crushed by the sword energy.

Sure enough, as soon as the Forbidden Army guard who was at the forefront approached, his armor was pierced by the sword energy, and he was knocked away three feet and fell hard to the ground.

The other guards retreated one after another.

Zhao Wujiang tightly grasped the three-foot green blade, his face was like a glaring King Kong, and his eyes were stained with golden light at this moment. He gritted his teeth to resist, and all his sleeves and robes were crushed to pieces.

The sword energy pushed him back continuously, and in just two breaths, his back hit the city wall hard.

"Bang!"

The city bricks shattered, leaving a large broken dent.

In the third breath, all the sword energy had dissipated. Zhao Wujiang gasped, shouted angrily, and the long sword in his hand broke into three.

The jade crown that tied up his black hair had fallen and broken. At this moment, his hair was disheveled. Whether it was out of anger or ridicule, he couldn't help laughing and stepped into the city gate.

Xiao Feng, the deputy commander of the Forbidden Army, heard the commotion and came over. He looked at the disheveled Zhao Wujiang:

"Master Zhao, are you okay?"

Zhao Wujiang shook his head and looked back. The horse-drawn carriage had stopped, fifty steps away from the city gate.

Anping, who was wearing a blue shirt, had froze on the spot, with disbelief on his face. He had inquired about the information and found that Zhao Wujiang was just a sixth-grade secretary. He had great medical skills and some literary talent, but had no other merits. It was absolutely impossible to take over his job.

hit.

But just now, Zhao Wujiang blocked his sword forcefully.

What kind of cultivation level does he have... Anping's eyes flashed. He has been taught by his master since he was a child. He calls himself a genius. He can quickly learn no matter how complicated martial arts is.

Since he officially became a protector, there have been many heroes in the world. He has never suffered a loss from his peers, and he has never directly criticized other peers except Xi Le. Even if he lost to Qi Lin, Qi Lin

No matter how old he is, how old he is, can he be compared to Zhao Wujiang?

But it was Zhao Wujiang, whom he had never cared about, who struck him with a sword full of sword energy. Apart from his hair being scattered, no injuries could be seen at all.

"Lord...Lord...I failed to intercept him..."

Anping's eyes were fixed on Zhao Wujiang, and the two looked at each other from a distance.

"Huh?" King Xiaoyao's doubts came from inside.

"I underestimated this person..." Anping swallowed, and he saw Zhao Wujiang's hair disheveled, his eyes glaring like a hawk, and his lips twitching.

He read Zhao Wujiang's lips and found only two words.
Chapter completed!