Chapter 490

"Fish intestines sword master? ha-ha! As far as I know, the owner of the fish intestines sword is Chang's family. Let's talk about it. "

It can only be said that the news of he family is not well informed. Chang Shenghui used to be the owner of fish intestines sword, which I believe many people know.

But some time ago, Yuchang sword took the initiative to change its owner and changed its owner. Even the famous sword guards were stunned, because they had never seen such a thing happen and never recorded it.

Anyway, only one thing remains the same. That is, whoever holds the fish intestines sword is the sword owner. This rule cannot be broken, and it is also the responsibility of sword protectors in previous dynasties.

"A self righteous old man is not wronged when he dies." Fang Qingqing almost laughed, "I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. Kill them, famous sword guard."

"Yes!" A hundred people listened to the order and took out their long swords one after another. Without a word of nonsense, they started directly.

The he family sent about 30 people to arrest Fang Qingqing, while the famous sword guard came with 100 people, which fell behind in the number.

In addition, the strength of the chief guard is no less than that of situ Mo, which is very strong.

The two sides fought together, jingling, and the sound of weapons collision could be heard. The famous sword guard is well-trained, decisive and fierce.

Today is the first time that the new sword leader has given an account of the task. You must complete it successfully, or you will lose the name of the famous sword guard team?

Fang Qingqing leaned against the front of the car and looked at the fight in the field, overwhelming the other party with an absolute advantage.

Of course, the party with absolute advantage is the famous sword guard!

About ten minutes later, there was only one old third of the he family. He saw two wounds on his arm, a slight sword wound on his abdomen, and a faint blood stain on the corner of his mouth.

"Kill, don't ink." Fang Qingqing instructed.

"Yes, sword master." The chief guard did it again.

Even if there is no sword in hand, it is still unstoppable.

The third brother of he family was seriously injured, but he didn't want to die, so he had to do it by force.

In just three moves, he was knocked down again, lying on the ground, breathing heavily, and stepped on his chest with one foot.

"Don't kill me..."

Before he finished, the chief guard tried his best to kill him.

"You handle it. I'll go first."

"Sword master, it's not peaceful these days. My subordinates suggest to go with me." The chief guard suggested.

"All right!" Fang Qingqing thought it over carefully and nodded.

This is a good thing. For your own safety, why refuse?

Then the chief guard opened the door and got on the bus, and they left together.

There is only one destination for them to finish their work, that is ziyeyuan.

……

"Is everyone back?" Situ Mo stood in the hall and looked at the women.

"It should be all there, but the old man brought by Fang Qingqing is too ugly." Murong Qiqi muttered.

"That's the chief guard of Yuchang sword. Show some respect." Situ Mo scolded.

"It is."

"By the way, I want to ask you something to answer honestly." Xiao Menghan seemed to remember something and turned his head. A pair of beautiful eyes stared at his cousin.

"What?" Murong Qiqi doesn't know why.

"Is it true that chuanzi said you were strong?"

"So it's this thing. It's not very strong. It's so careless. It's average." Murong Qiqi shook a pair of horse tails and a pair of lower legs. She doubted that what she said was showing off.

careless? So-so? How many can beat you in this earthly world?

"Why didn't I know before?"

"You didn't ask me either."

"Isn't it necessary to train to be strong? I haven't seen how diligent you are. You wake up naturally every day and don't bother to drop slag. " Xiao Menghan said strangely.

"It's a gift. No matter what it is, little 77 just needs to see it once to understand it." Murong Qiqi was very serious.

No matter how serious she is, she looks childish.

"Qiqi is the leader of Chixiao sword. Of course, his strength is awesome." Fang Qingqing interposed.

"Chixiao sword? What's that? One of the ten famous swords in ancient times? " Xiao Menghan knows a thing or two.

In fact, the names of the top ten famous swords are not a secret. Many people know them. Most of them only listen to their names and don't see their objects.

What's more, I don't know the meaning they represent!

"Yes!" Fang Qingqing nodded.

"What is the sword owner?" Xiao Menghan is like a curious baby.

"Of course, the sword owner refers to the person who owns the famous sword. Qiqi is the owner of Chixiao sword, which shows that Chixiao sword is in her hand and the owner of Chixiao sword generation. The strength of each sword owner is very strong. Most of them can become a overlord in just two years. "

"Not only that, there are also a group of sword protectors who have been handed down for thousands of years, even thousands of years." Fang Qingqing explained.

"You seem to be praising yourself?" Murong Qiqi glanced obliquely, "aren't you the fish intestines sword master yourself? It's hard to boast. "

"You're better than me. I've only been a fish intestines sword master for a few days. I can't compare with you." Fang Qingqing has self-knowledge.

"The more you talk, the more confused you are. You don't understand!" Xiao Menghan's eyes were confused. He listened to a lot of words in a muddle, as if he were out of touch with the world.

It's like suddenly opening a strange door. The things inside are strange and have never been touched.

"Cousin, you will understand it slowly in the future. My brother-in-law is even more powerful."

"Oh!"

”By the way, Qingcheng, are you going to start over there? " Situ Mo turned and asked.

"It should start. Wait for the news." Zhao Qingcheng smiled and stood up.

……

"Why haven't you come back yet? Is something wrong? " Zhang Ziwen stood in a courtyard, frowning suspiciously.

"No way, wait! We went to so many people, with different division of labor and different goals, we can't have an accident together. " An old man said calmly.

"That's right!" Zhang Ziwen exhaled and tried to relax himself.

"Steward Zhang, all our people have arrived. Let them have some food first. After all, there are still actions in the evening."

"Good!" Zhang Ziwen nodded, "by the way, where to eat tonight."

"Welcome Hotel."

"Well! That place is OK. Let's go together. "

"Good!"

Before long, the welcome hotel was full of people. No outsiders existed. They were all from the Northern League.

To be exact, it's from he family and jindaomen!

As for the absence of outsiders, I spent a lot of money here for a day.

As soon as the people arrived, the food was served quickly. As there is still a task to be done later, I ordered everyone not to drink.

Zhang Ziwen also sat down to eat, chewed and swallowed slowly. People are iron and rice is steel. If they don't eat a meal, they are hungry.

It's not the immortal God who wants to eat. Zhao Qingcheng's plan is good, and it's also the most powerful way to fight back.

"Wrong, very wrong! It's getting late now. There's always a team that has completed the task. It shouldn't have come without a message, and no team has arrived. " Halfway through the meal, Zhang Ziwen looked at his mobile phone and became more and more worried.