The Sword Emperor of Great Zhou Is Wanted

Zhou Xuanji waved his right hand, and the Sky-sundering Emperor Sword deflected the flying knife with perfect, impeccable accuracy.

　　Clang--

　　XIao Jinghong drew his sword and walked to the front. Zhao Congjian stepped backward automatically to protect their rear.

　　This was what they had rehearsed before.

　　In case someone might sneak up on them from behind.

　　Zhou Xuanji looked ahead, squinting his eyes. He could only see the silhouette of someone walking over from the horizon.

　　He wore a bamboo hat and black clothes, but his face was not yet recognizable.

　　"Who are you?"

　　Xiao Jinghong asked loudly. He was immediately kicked by Zhou Xuanji on his ass and almost fell over.

　　He turned around furiously and was going to ask who did it.

　　Zhou Xuanji stared at him coldly and said, "He has already attacked, and you still ask who he is? Charge at him straight away!"