Chapter 1477

Wu Jian's identity is very special. He is the incarnation of Wang Mang. In essence, he is a part of Wang Mang's body. He inherits most of Wang Mang's memory and personality.

Now the master is in a coma, and he has to take responsibility for the mess left by the raid.

The astonished young man with sword narrowed his eyes and looked at him from head to foot. He had a big knife wound of at least half a meter in his abdomen, and his shoulder, neck and back were cut open by his own attack. His skin and flesh rolled up like two centipedes, and his flesh and blood fascia could be seen clearly.

It is reasonable to say that such a stab wound is common to people. It has long been turned into a cold corpse. Looking at the man in front of him, his eyes are bright and his momentum is amazing. In any case, it is not like he suffered two fatal wounds.

He was puzzled, puzzled and frightened. All kinds of emotions were in his mind, which made him stand on the spot for a moment, even forgetting to answer the questions.

"Young man, are you listening to me?" He frowned and patted the sword wielder on the shoulder.

"Ah?" The man suddenly came back to his mind, and suddenly remembered the words before Wu Jian. He pondered for a moment, then looked at Wu Jian deeply, and finally nodded.

"OK, I'll report to xuanhu. You just stand here and don't go!"

With that, the sword wielder galloped to a certain direction, took a few steps, and suddenly started to exert his strength. He stepped on the heavy wall with one foot. His shining sharp teeth clenched tightly, his hands turned, and his figure suddenly disappeared outside the wall.

After the sword wielder left, Wu Jian held the two gates of the castle like jade but not stone with both hands. "Creak -" two times. The heavy gate was tightly closed, and the mountain like corpse heap and the thick and smelly pool of blood could no longer be seen.

"Where is that man?"?! I'd like to see who can survive two stabs! "

With a ferocious tiger's head and mottled blood stains on his armor, Xuan Hu fiercely pushes open the gate of the castle. As soon as he enters his eyes, he stares at Wu Jian standing at the gate.

A chest and abdomen knife, a shoulder blade knife, two skin and flesh gaps at least half a meter long appear in a human body, then this human must be a dead body that can't die any more, this person is not a power!

Xuanhu narrowed his eyes. After carefully perceiving it, he came to the conclusion that this person's breath is a bit like the servant driven by these practitioners, but this kind of person who is seriously injured and does not die is just a servant? It doesn't make sense.

Xuanhu took firm steps and went directly to Wu Jian. He asked coldly, "who are you?"

Wu Jian didn't get angry at xuanhu's cold tone. He explained with a smile: "thank you for the surprise attack. I'm the incarnation of the master. My name is Wu Jian!"

All of a sudden, a strong black evil spirit came out of his body. Xuanhu's unique sense of smell of monsters was that after the black evil spirit floated in the air, he smelled a smell similar to Wang Mang's body.

xuanhu wrinkled his face and still looked at him with disbelief. Just a little smell made him believe it? It's naive.

Wu Jian looked at the silent xuanhu and understood his worry. He said with a gentle smile: "if you don't trust xuanhu, you can find Bai Jue and Fu Wendao. They know me."