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352. Chapter 352 Anger

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    Xue Jingtian used his hand as a knife, formed an arc, and slashed towards Zhang Shaochu's neck. Suddenly, there was a sharp sound in the sky, and a sword light flew down, emitting a brilliant sword light, and flew down from the top of Xue Jingtian's right arm.

    "Chi!"

    An arm was cut off by the sword and fell to the ground.

    Xue Jingtian's arms gushed out crimson blood, and at the same time, a powerful sword energy poured into his body from the wound, constantly destroying his meridians and blood vessels.

    "Who? Who is it?"

    Xue Jingtian held back the severe pain, looked at the dark night sky, and roared loudly.

    He used his true energy to seal the meridians at his right shoulder to prevent blood loss.

    But that sword energy broke through his true energy in just an instant and surged toward his heart and sea of ??energy.

    Zhang Shaochu was also startled by the sword that suddenly flew out. However, he was not frightened, but overjoyed.

    He recognized the broken sword. It was the sword of the ninth brother.

    "The ninth brother is back, the ninth brother is back, haha!"

    Zhang Shaochu laughed crazily and looked at Jingtian with a mocking look, as if to say, didn't you say that the ninth brother was dead?

    But, he is back now!

    He is back!

    Those martial arts masters in the black market all became nervous. They raised their swords and leaned together, as if they were facing a formidable enemy, alert to the surrounding dangers.

    Xue Jingtian shook his head and said: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. The Ninth Prince has been killed by the young master of the Black Market First Grade Hall. There is no way he is still alive."

    Who is the young master of the Black Market Yipintang?

    To Xue Jingtian, he was a big shot that could only be looked up to. With just one word, Prince Yunwu could be wiped out.

    How could Zhang Ruochen escape from the hands of the young master of the black market Yipintang?

    At this moment, a voice sounded from behind Xue Jingtian.

    "National Master, how do you know that I have been killed by the young master of the Black Market First Grade Hall?"

    Hearing that voice, Xue Jingtian's body trembled, his face changed dramatically, and he slowly turned around.

    A young and handsome man stood five steps away, holding a broken sword in his hand and staring at him with a pair of clear, slightly cold eyes.

    ¡°Zhang¡­ Ruochen¡­ why aren¡¯t you dead?¡±

    Xue Jingtian¡¯s heart twitched slightly and his face turned pale. He didn¡¯t know whether it was because of excessive blood loss or because he was frightened.

    Zhang Ruochen said: "Do you really want me to die?"

    Xue Jingtian gritted his teeth, his eyes turned cold, his murderous intent revealed, and he secretly gathered his energy.

    Although he knew that Zhang Ruochen was very strong, he and Zhang Ruochen were still in a fight to the death. Why not risk his life and maybe turn the situation around?

    "Wow!"

    Xue Jingtian suddenly took action and struck Zhang Ruochen in the chest with a palm move.

    Zhang Ruochen grabbed Xue Jingtian's wrist with his backhand and clasped it in an instant. His fingers were like iron pliers, embedded directly into his flesh and blood. The pain made Xue Jingtian's face distorted and his whole body twitched.

    Drops of blood flowed from Xue Jingtian's wrist.

    Zhang Ruochen's fingers seemed to be pinching through his wrist.

    "ZhangZhang Ruochenyou"

    Xue Jingtian said sadly.

    Zhang Shaochu immediately rushed forward, feeling both happy and angry at the same time, and said: "Ninth brother, kill this bastard, your father will be killed by him."

    Zhang Ruochen sighed secretly, he was still late in coming back, what should happen has already happened.

    "Zhang Ruochen, I am now a member of the black market. If you dare to touch me, the masters of the black market will definitely cut you into pieces."

    Xue Jingtian said.

    Zhang Ruochen said: "Scare me with the black market? If the black market could kill me, I wouldn't show up here."

    "Click!"

    Zhang Ruochen channeled his true energy to his five fingers and exerted force. His palm was wrapped in a ball of cyan light. With a sudden twist, Xue Jingtian's arm suddenly turned into a twisted twist.

    All the bones in the arm were broken.

    "ah¡­¡­"

    Xue Jingtian screamed like a slaughtered pig, his legs went weak, he knelt on the ground, and kept wailing.

    "Xue Jingtian, go to hell!"

    Zhang Shaochu rushed forward like crazy, and his fists fell like raindrops. Xue Jingtian was beaten until he kept wailing and rolling and crawling on the ground.

    "Ninth Prince, Fourth Princeyou can'tdo thisto mesave me"

    &??, Zhang Ruochen walked towards the royal city with his heart full of thoughts, feeling indescribably heavy.

    Zhang Shaochu chased after him and shouted: "Ninth brother, wait for me, even if you take revenge, you will still have to count my share. Moreover, if you kill Zhang Tiangui, you will bear the notoriety of brother-killing. You have a bright future, tens of millions  Don't do this, let me do this kind of infamy let me do it"

    Zhang Ruochen didn't look back, and moved forward slowly, but one step at a time, Zhang Shaochu couldn't catch up.

    Not long after, Zhang Ruochen disappeared into the hazy night, leaving only a straight and strong back.

    The next morning, Zhang Ruochen finally arrived at the foot of the royal city, raised his head, and stared at the towering city wall.

    Last night's cold fog soaked his shoes and robes, and even the broken sword was covered with a layer of white frost.

    "Master Chen, we've arrived at the city gate, why didn't you say a word?"

    Guo Guo showed a big, chubby face, stopped in front of Zhang Ruochen, and asked in confusion.

    Zhang Ruochen said nothing, his eyes were bloodshot, and he continued walking towards the city gate with a sword in hand.

    "who?"

    The soldiers guarding the city immediately rushed out and surrounded Zhang Ruochen in the center with their swords coming from a distance.

    "If you don't want to die, get out of here."

    Zhang Ruochen, with his long hair disheveled, did not stop, but said in a cold voice.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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