Chapter 1909 Opportunity 6

Chapter 1908

"Say, who are you? Why are you in this ancient clan?" Zhu Yan asked in a deep voice.

How could a person who knew the Jiuyou swordsmanship be subservient to the ancient clan as the leader of the courtyard? This is absolutely impossible, there must be some unknown secret in it!

The man in the brown shirt blushed and had a thick neck after being pinched by Zhu Yan, but he still said stubbornly: "The prisoner, you can kill if you want, don't talk nonsense!"

At this moment, Xia Yuanqiu walked up to the man in the brown shirt, and said to Zhu Yan, "It's a pity to kill him, it's a pity to lose the Nine Nether Sword. In this way, let him live, but he can't let him bully us anymore!"

Zhu Yan curled his lips into a smile, and then said, "You mean to abolish his martial arts?"

Xia Yuanqiu shrugged: "It's a pity at first, but he is so ignorant, what's the use of keeping his martial arts?"

The man in the brown shirt was shocked when he heard the words, and said angrily: "You two bitches, you will be punished."

Zhu Yan's face darkened: "Whether you will be punished or not, you will know soon!" He and Yuan Qiu were just teasing him, and they didn't intend to really abolish his martial arts, but unexpectedly, this guy said this It seems that the first to suffer retribution is himself.

Zhu Yan's palm landed on the back of the man in the brown shirt, and the force of the palm broke the man's tendons. He let go of his hand and let him fall to the ground. From then on, he was just an ordinary person, and he might know how to lift a sword. Too strenuous.

"You, you—"

Zhu Yan squatted down, stared at the man in the brown shirt, and said, "How about us? Are you full of resentment? It's okay, I can give you another chance, as long as you answer my question honestly, I will naturally continue for you." How about breaking the tendons?"

The man in the brown shirt gritted his teeth and said, "You're dreaming!" After saying that, he suddenly fell sideways, and his neck slammed into the faint blue long sword, blood gushed out immediately, and a pair of round eyes stared at the two. People, it can be said that they are not dead.

Zhu Yan shook his head and sighed: "It's really a tough bone, it's a pity that this Jiuyou swordsmanship!" He stood up, turned his head to look at the group of guards who were stunned aside, and the guards felt Zhu Yan's cold gaze, and their bodies fell apart. They all involuntarily backed away.

Xia Yuanqiu pointed to the door of the main courtyard, which had been closed tightly from the beginning to the end, and said, "Don't you think it's strange? We've been fighting here for a long time, and none of the people in that room came out to take a look."

Zhu Yan glanced at the closed door, then turned around and waved to the group of guards: "Come here!"

The guards looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to step forward, nor did they dare to retreat, they just stood there dumbfounded.

Their leader is dead, and they don't know whether they should abandon their weapons and surrender now, or have a bit of backbone and learn from their leader.

Zhu Yan pointed to a handsome young man among the guards and said, "You, come here!"

The boy's calf was trembling. The so-called King Jing in front of him was so powerful that he felt timid. When his finger was pointing at him, it felt like he was being watched by the god of death, wanting to snatch it away at any time. Losing his life is generally the same.

Zhu Yan said again: "Come here, don't let me say it a third time!"

The boy's calf trembled even more, but he never stood still, and his feet couldn't help walking towards the handsome and ruthless prince.

The boy's body kept approaching, until there was only a distance of two feet, and Zhu Yan finally called to stop.