However, his dagger did not pierce Ning Ling's chest as the people around him wished. Just as the dagger left the girl's chest only an inch, the man suddenly screamed, and the palm of his hand holding the dagger fell to the ground. Everyone stared at it.

Look, he saw that his hand and wrist were cut off by sharp objects, and blood was sprayed!

This sudden situation shocked everyone. They pulled out their swords and looked around vigilantly. There was no stranger in the surroundings.

The leader saw the man who had fallen to the ground and had half his palm broken, and knew something was wrong. The man who took action came and went without a trace, but in a moment he broke one of the other's hands. His martial arts must be unpredictable.

.He winked at the people beside him and signaled that it was not suitable for a long time. He asked him to deal with Ning Ling quickly and leave.

The man nodded and strode to Ning Ling's side. A cold light flashed. He raised the knife in his hand and stabbed it straight down!

Suddenly a flower appeared in front of him, and a long sword stabbed him in the face! He reacted very quickly, and his sword crossed and blocked the opponent's attack, but he heard a "click" sound, and the knife in his hand was broken into two pieces!

He was shocked. This knife was taken from him by him by the time he killed a martial arts senior. He had been walking with him for more than ten years and had been stained with many people's blood. Although it could not be called "a gold-cutting jade" that could be used to kill him.

The treasure sword is rare in the world and was cut off by the opponent's sword! Either the opponent's internal strength is unfathomable, or the sword in the opponent's hand is sharper than his sword!

"It's such a shameless and dirty thing to attack a child!" Just as he was so stunned, a cold voice sounded, and the sound was crisp, as if it was a child's voice.

Everyone looked closely and saw a young man in green standing beside the girl lying on the ground. The young man looked handsome and handsome. He was only about fourteen or fifteen years old. He held a sharp sword in his hand and stared at him coldly.

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"Who are you? Don't meddle in other people's business!" The leader saw that the person coming was just a 14 or 15-year-old boy, so he put down his snacks a little. Although he had just chopped off one of his hands, he was just attacking him. Now he has seen it

He doesn't believe that he can't beat a boy with so many people.

The young man glanced at him coldly and said, "Who am I? People like you are not worthy of knowing! You open black shops, kill people and robberies, and don't even let a child go. Today I will eliminate the harm for the people!"

The people around him burst into laughter, and his contemptuous eyes were coming from all directions, mocking him for being overestimated.

The boy seemed not to hear the laughter, and he still stood quietly, his eyes swept lightly, and the laughter seemed to have been suddenly pressed and ended in that moment. Everyone who came into contact with his eyes

He couldn't help but shudder. What a terrible vision, sharp as a sword! Cold as ice! Cold as frost! It seemed that he didn't need to do anything at all, and that gaze could cut them into pieces!

Everyone was not convinced, but they could no longer laugh out loud under such gaze.

"I won't kill the nameless person, report your name, so as not to be an unjust dead ghost in the future!" The leader saw the boy's gaze, his heart condensed, and he forced himself to hold his mind. Today's things cannot be good, so he can only

Kill the young man to silence him. Anyway, killing one is killing, and killing two is also killing.

The boy glanced at him coldly, opened his thin lips and slowly spit out two words: "Zhan Zhao!"

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As soon as the name fell, it was like a bombshell, scaring the people around him to gasp.

Zhan Zhao! This young man is actually the famous "Nanxia" Zhan Zhao?

Rumor has it that he is the closed disciple of Master Xuankong, the abbot of Shaolin Sect, the world's largest sect. He was successful at a young age and began to travel around the world at the age of twelve. He was a nickname in the world.

Nanxia',

The name Zhan Zhao is just his pseudonym, and no one knows his true identity, but his strength and background cannot be underestimated.

When the leader heard this name, he was shocked. The young man was a disciple of the Shaolin Sect's abbot. If he killed him, it would be an enemy of the Shaolin Sect and an enemy of the Shaolin Sect, which would be an enemy of all martial arts people.

"I'm so annoying. Why do you talk so much nonsense? Don't you know 'Let's take action when it'?" Just as the leader was hesitating whether to take action, a lazy voice sounded.

Everyone looked in the voice and saw that the girl who was still unconscious just now had climbed up from the ground at some point, sat on a stool not far away, looking at everyone with a little mocking mocking. Because of Zhan Zhao's appearance, all the people were

Everyone's eyes were gathered on him, so that when the girl got up and sat aside, no one noticed the scene.

Zhan Zhao looked at her in a little surprised. For some reason, the girl gave him a familiar feeling, the feeling of blood soluble in water, which only exists in his family. His father often said that only blood ties are connected.

Only those who have this feeling. Does this girl have any connection with him?

To be honest, how similar is her eyebrows and uncle?
Chapter completed!