This is the only way to Jiangcheng No. 1. The other party blocked himself in this place, and for him, he had already touched the bottom line.

This is his private territory, and the villa on the top of the mountain lives his most important person.

"I have no other intentions. I will return the knife to me and I will leave!"

A woman's voice suddenly rang.

This woman is really the successor of Badao. Before in Chang City, Huang Yingjun hired her to kill Yang Jiutian in Wujie Mountain.

Yang Jiutian thought that she was the successor of the heroes of the war field, so he saved her life and just took the Badao away.

Unexpectedly, this woman came here so soon.

Yang Jiutian sneered: "You should know that you are not my opponent at all, so you are not afraid. I will kill you?"

The successor of Badao said expressionlessly: "For me, death is a relief! But Badao must return it to me!"

After saying that, she came step by step towards Yang Jiutian, with no fear in her eyes, only firmness.

Yang Jiutian, who had originally wanted to kill, restrained his murderous intention and looked at this extremely determined woman in surprise.

She is not as beautiful as the country, she can barely be considered beautiful, her eyes are very cold, and her face is also cold and her face is as cold as she is far away.

"Badao, give me back!"

When she walked to about two meters away from Yang Jiutian, she suddenly stopped and stared at Yang Jiutian with gloomy eyes.

"What if I don't give it?" Yang Jiutian asked.

Just as he finished speaking, the successor of the Badao Sword rushed towards him instantly.

The distance between the two was already very close, and she was extremely fast. Almost in a moment, she had kicked Yang Jiutian.

"Bang!"

Yang Jiutian waved it casually and grabbed the ankle of the descendant of Badao.

"Let go!"

The successor of the Badao sword lifted up and was grabbed by Yang Jiutian. This movement was very indecent, and she immediately looked embarrassed and angry.

"I said, you are not worthy of the Domineering Sword, come again when you can match it!"

After Yang Jiutian finished speaking, he suddenly pushed hard, and the successor of the Badao retreated seven or eight steps to stand firm.

But the moment she stood firm, she rushed towards Yang Jiutian again.

There was no emotion in her cold eyes, as if she was really not afraid of life and death, but for her, Badao was far more important than her life.

It is precisely because of this that Yang Jiutian did not kill her.

"Bang!"

Yang Jiutian grabbed the fist that the successor of the Badao once again waved, and said lightly: "You are not my opponent, everything is in vain."

"What the hell do you want to return the Badao to me?"

After Yang Jiutian let go, the successor of Badao did not take action anymore and asked with red eyes.

This woman had been injured before, with gauze wrapped around her right arm. She had just attacked Yang Jiutian, and the wound broke and the blood had dyed the white gauze red.

"What's your name?" Yang Jiutian asked.

"Han Shuang!" The successor of Badao spoke.

"To you, the domineering sword is really that important?" Yang Jiutian asked again.

Han Shuang was as cold as her name, gritted her teeth and said, "Badao is my grandfather, the only relic I left for me! Even if I die, I will take it back!"

"Is your grandfather Badao?" Yang Jiutian looked surprised.

He knew that Badao was very important to Han Shuang, but he didn't expect that this woman was Badao's granddao's granddao.

"Your grandfather is a hero in the war field. Back then, he used this knife to kill countless enemies, and only he was worthy of the domineering sword!"

Yang Jiutian said seriously, with a look of respect in his eyes.

In the war field, there is a Heroes Hall, and any warriors who died will be recorded in the book.

Yang Jiutian and Badao do not belong to the same era. He was only in the Heroes Hall and had seen the name of Badao, so he knew everything about Badao.

He then said: "Badao, whose original name is unknown, male, Han nationality, was 53 years old, the oldest soldier in service in the war field, known as the first sword in the war field, has obtained first-class military merit twice and second-class military merit five times..."

Yang Jiutian has long remembered Badao’s life. At this moment, he told Badao’s legendary career in the battlefield with a serious look on his face.

"Senior Badao, fifty-three years old, is still fighting bravely on the battlefield, so he uses this knife! He kills countless enemies! In the end, he also died on the battlefield. Even if he dies, he will stand!"

"And you, as the granddaughter of Badao, have used this knife to engage in assassination!"

"Are you worthy of your grandpa?"

The more Yang Jiutian said, the louder heavier heavier he spoke, and at the end he yelled out.

Han Shuang's face, which was always cold, finally changed a little.

Her eyes were red, her face was full of shame, she bit her red lips tightly, lowered her head and said nothing.

Yang Jiutian took a deep breath and tried hard to calm himself down.

After a long time, he suddenly asked, "Did you encounter any difficulties? If so, you can tell me and I will help you!"

He doesn't believe that a hero who dies on the battlefield for the sake of his country will have a junior who lives by killing people.

Han Shuang's face was full of struggle. From her reaction, Yang Jiutian could tell that she was really in trouble.

However, she didn't speak until she turned around and was about to leave.

"Stop it!"

Yang Jiutian shouted angrily.

Han Shuang paused under her feet, and she didn't look back, but she still had the cold tone: "You are right, I'm not worthy of my grandfather's knife!"

"So, you have to choose to escape?" Yang Jiutian asked.

"You can think whatever you want. In the future, I hope you can treat Badao well!" Han Shuang said indifferently.

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Yang Jiutian suddenly felt very weak when he punched the cotton.

"Han Shuang, we have been looking for you for a long time. Now, where do you want to escape?"

At this moment, four men in black suddenly appeared and surrounded Han Shuangtuan in the middle.

Seeing these people, Han Shuang's expression changed drastically.

"You guys are really in dispersed!"

Han Shuang said gritting her teeth.

"When you go back with us, the helm leader may give you a chance, otherwise you will have a dead end!"

The man in the leader said coldly.

"impossible!"

After Han Shuang finished speaking, her feet suddenly moved, her body flashed, trying to forcibly break out of the encirclement.

But the other party was four people after all, and she was very strong. And her right arm was already injured, so how could she escape?

"Bang!"

The strong man in the lead swung his punch and Han Shuang flew out directly.

"Are you sure, don't go back with us?"

The four of them instantly surrounded Han Shuang, and the strong man in the lead said coldly: "The helm leader said, if you persist, then kill me!"

"Then kill me!"

Han Shuang closed her eyes, without any desire to survive.

"Since you ask for death, you can't blame anyone else!"

After the strong man in charge said that, he stepped on Han Shuang's head hard.

"If you dare to hurt her, I want you to die!"

At this moment, a murderous voice suddenly rang out.

Then, he saw Yang Jiutian walking towards several people step by step.

When Han Shuang heard Yang Jiutian's words, a strange color flashed in her eyes and her emotions fluctuated a little.

The four men in black saw Yang Jiutian walking towards them, and each of them had a strong murderous intent in their eyes.

"Boy, are you threatening us?"

The strong man in the lead said coldly.

The other people also looked at Yang Jiutian with a sarcastic look on their faces. In their eyes, Yang Jiutian was already a dead person.

Yang Jiutian said as he walked, "Let her go, I'll let you go!"

"Boy arrogant!"

The strong man in the lead sneered, with a ferocious look on his face: "You want her to live, I insist on letting her die!"

After the words finished, he stepped on Han Shuang's head without any hesitation.

Han Shuang had no fear in her eyes, but she felt a little unwilling.

Only when she was dying did she realize that she still had some nostalgia for this world.
Chapter completed!