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Chapter 1688

With just one sword, Mu Guanyu almost killed him.

"What?!"

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked again.

If Hong Judgment of the cauldron killed Wei Anshun, he would take advantage of the danger of others and win without force.

Then the sword just now was a dignified crush.

Mu Guanyu, who is also the fourth son of Yanjing and is known as the strongest god of war, couldn't even catch Hong Juding's sword. It was really shocking.

The difference in strength between the two sides is simply a difference.

It was not until this time that everyone suddenly realized that this disciple of the Sword Sect, who was not usually visible and leaking, was the most powerful figure among the four young masters of Yanjing.

"My sword, I don't like the nameless people, now, get out of here."

Hong Juding spoke lightly, but the voice was not loud, but it rang throughout the audience.

Several commanders looked at each other and were in a dilemma.

A witch is already extremely difficult to deal with, and Hong Juding turns against him in the face of the battle, their chances of winning are slim.

It’s just that due to the military order, you will definitely be held accountable after retreating at this time.

"Don't get out? Then go and die."

Hong Juding didn't say nonsense. Seeing that the army did not retreat, he raised his sword again and slashed out from the air.

"Swoosh--!"

A larger, longer and more sharp sword light ejected out instantly, carrying terrifying power and thrust into the crowd.

For a moment, blood splattered everywhere and screamed in pain.

The originally dense army was directly cleared out of a vacuum area of ​​hundreds of meters.

Looking around, the ground was covered with corpses, and most of them were cut in half.

It looks terrible.

With just a simple sword, Hong Juding directly killed more than a thousand people.

Its powerful strength is terrifying.

"roll!"

Hong Juding shouted softly.

A terrifying aura suddenly burst out.

In an instant, strong winds suddenly blew around, and sand and stones flew, making everyone unable to open their eyes.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

The eight commanders were completely scared and shouted in all kinds of ways, commanding their respective troops and horses, and began to flee in panic.

The power of Hong Juding's sword is really terrible.

They had a premonition that if they continued to stay here, they would definitely be wiped out in the end.

Even if you are punished after going back, it is better than dying here.

After Wei Anshun's death, the remaining tens of thousands of troops, under the threat of Hong Juding, finally threw away his armor and fled in panic.

"Thank you...thank you."

Huang Yinyin squeezed out a stiff smile and thanked Hong Juding.

Hong Juding didn't say anything, looked back at Lu Chen, and said lightly: "Go away quickly, the master of Dragon Protection Pavilion is almost here."

"Why help me?" Lu Chen was a little puzzled.

"You don't know who I am?" Hong Juding raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I know who you are, but I don't understand why you took the risk to save me?" Lu Chen said.

"Your mother Qin Suzhen is my aunt." Hong Ju said in a shocking way.

"Ah? Aunt?" Lu Chen's face froze.

What's the situation? Could this person in front of me be his cousin?

No, right? Is it such a coincidence?

"So, you are my... cousin?" Lu Chen asked tentatively.

"Yes." Hong Juding nodded.

"Uh..." Lu Chen was speechless for a moment.

He really didn't expect that he and Hong Juding had such a relationship.

The question is, why didn't he know it before?
Chapter completed!
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