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Chapter 712 The Emperor’s Master falls, [Zhenwuyuan] continues, Jing Wuming draws his sword(2/2)

Behind Fan Zhongjiang, a man in gray clothes saw Jing Wuming, and he flashed towards Jing Wuming and killed him.

Some time ago, Jing Wuming made a sneak attack and chopped off an arm of Manager Qin.

When they arrived, Manager Qin ordered Jing Wuming's head to be taken back.

Just when he took action.

Jing Wuming's body did not move, but the moment he approached, the long sword in his right hand was unsheathed, and the gray sword light flashed past.

Tsk!

The long sword penetrates the opponent's throat

After killing the opponent with one sword, Jing Wuming flashed and appeared in front of another man in gray.

Divine power explodes.

Terror and murderous intent envelope the opponent's mind.

The other party was stunned, his eyes were lost in the lake, and in the lost lake, the sword stabbed his heart.

In an instant, the two people following Fan Zhongjiang were killed by Jing Wuming's sword.

"Divine power, how come you have divine power?"

Seeing Jing Wuming take action, he showed his power.

Fan Zhongjiang's expression changed and he couldn't believe it.

"You can do it, why can't I?"

Jing Wuming said coldly.

The figure suddenly shot out with the long sword, and Jing Wuming gained insight. Although his strength at this moment was not as good as A Fei's, he was still just as strong.

The sword energy is fierce and horizontal.

Fan Zhongjiang's expression changed, and he swung his palm out, shrouding his energy to block the long sword.

His figure also turned around, his sharp palms grabbing Jing Wuming's wrist.

Jing Wuming uses a sword, and taking away his long sword is equivalent to abolishing half of his martial arts.

The claws are powerful.

Jing Wuming's wrist was hit by Qi Jin, which seemed to be unstable. The long sword fell, but he grabbed the long sword with his left hand.

Fan Zhongjiang's face lit up.

A swordsman is good with his right hand, but now that the sword is in his left hand, how can he become accustomed to it?

But when he looked back, the sword in Jing Wuming's left hand appeared strangely. He turned around, as if he was close to the sword.

Tsk!

The sword pierced his chest.

The sword energy exploded, breaking his heart.

"This!"

He didn't expect it to be like this.

Jing Wuming withdrew his long sword.

Plop!

Fan Zhongjiang's body fell to the ground, and blood continued to flow from his chest.
Chapter completed!
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