"Miss, this man is a spy of the Song Kingdom and a wanted criminal of the Jin Kingdom. You can't be with him.”The young man in embroidered clothes said to Yang Ying with a smile.
"Who are you?"
Zhang Kuang hung the scabbard on his waist, grabbed Yang Ying's hand, and slowly pulled out his sword.
Shen Yi saw something very familiar on the face of the young master in embroidered clothes. Perverted.
The first time he showed up in this world, he was labeled as a spy of the Song Kingdom and a wanted criminal. This man's thoughts were obvious.
They just wanted to kill the man and steal the woman.
"You want to snatch my woman?" Killing intent rose in Zhang Kuang's heart.
Yang Ying nervously grabbed Shen Yi's hand and said in a low voice,"Just now, he seemed to say that his name is Wanyan Kang…"
A person behind the young master pointed at Zhang Kuang and reprimanded,"" Our Young Master is the current Emperor of the Great Jin Kingdom, the Sixth Prince of the Zhao Kingdom, and the only Young Master, the Young Lord. If you know what's good for you, put down your sword immediately and let your women serve the Young Lord. If you can make the Young Lord comfortable, you might be able to keep your life..."
"Shameless!" Yang Ying had never been humiliated like this before. She was so angry that her body trembled and her face turned red.
"Are you really Wanyan Kang?" Zhang Kuang's eyes were filled with coldness.
Wanyan Kang was Yang Kang. In the plot, he was a handsome young prince. He once flirted with Mu Nianci in the Joust For A Spouse competition. When he saw the peerless beauty Yang Ying, it was normal for him to have a lust for her.
"Not bad!" Yang Kang saw Zhang Kuang and Yang Ying holding hands and his face turned ugly.
"Baby, close your eyes first!”Zhang Kuang squeezed Yang Ying's soft hand and released it. He suddenly stepped forward and stabbed with his sword.
Basic footwork, step!
Basic sword technique, straight stab!
"Puchi!"
The longsword was like a bolt of lightning. When the surrounding people realized that Zhang Kuang had attacked, the tip of the sword had already pierced into the throat of the person who had just spoken.
Blood spurted out like a fountain.
Zhang Kuang withdrew his sword and retreated. At this moment, he had already returned to Yang Ying's side. He grabbed her little hand again, and there was no blood on his body.
This was because his sword attack and retreat speed were very fast. Just as the blood spurted out, he had already returned to his original position.
"You, you killed someone…"
Yang Ying's hand trembled slightly. She held Zhang Kuang's hand tightly and surprisingly didn't feel afraid.
"Yes!"
Zhang Kuang nodded." You have to know that this is Condor Shooting, a martial arts world. It's normal for people to draw their swords at each other.”
"He insulted you, so he has to die!”
"As for my Fine Steel Sword, when it is unsheathed for the first time, it also needs someone to offer sacrifices to the sword.”Zhang Kuang stared at Yang Kang coldly, appearing especially calm.
It was his first time killing someone, so he felt a little nauseous. However, facing Yang Kang and the surrounding warriors, the huge danger made him unable to think too much.
With the sword in his hand, his heart was at peace.
"You dare to kill my people?" Yang Kang cautiously took a step back and looked at Zhang Kuang in shock.
The speed of Zhang Kuang's sword was too fast. Yang Kang's martial arts were not weak, but he did not see how Zhang Kuang killed.
" What are you guys waiting for? Kill him immediately and capture that woman. Such a beautiful woman makes my heart itch. I want to love her…"
"You're courting death!"
Zhang Kuang once again let go of Yang Ying's hand, then stepped forward and stabbed with his sword.
"Not good!"
Beside Yang Kang, the ugly man with three lumps on his head held a three-pronged fork in his hand and stared at Zhang Kuang vigilantly.
However, when he realized that Zhang Kuang was about to attack, he tried to block with his trident, but he missed.
Stepping forward, stabbing forward, withdrawing his sword and retreating, Zhang Kuang had practiced these movements tens of thousands of times in the small black room.
Each movement was extremely simple and terrifyingly fast.
"Puchi!"
Yang Kang's throat was bleeding profusely.
Yang Kang's eyes widened as if he couldn't believe that he had died just like that.
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