บท 871: Slapping Jiu Xuanji in the Imperial Court (3)

"What do you know?"

"In that case, are you in cahoots with Zhao Chengjie? Can I assume that you are also a member of the Shang Dynasty?"

"Don't try to probe me!" Zhang Ronghua mocked.

she asked.

"You, on the other hand, know so much but hide your head and tail and don't dare to show your true face to others. Who are you?"

A backhanded sword strike!

The lightning sword energy slashed down, transcending time and space, and headed straight for the purple-gold mask on her face.

"Humph!" Desolate snorted coldly.

She raised her jade-like hand and circulated her true essence as she suddenly slapped out.

Chi!

As the sword light fell, the mask shattered and dissipated. When she looked at her palm again, it was already torn, and bright red blood dyed her palm red.

Looking at the mature face in front of him, he didn't recognize him!

"Say it yourself, or do you want me to do it?" Zhang Ronghua pressed on.