Chapter 16: The Battle of Honor

"Brother, shall we go to the eldest prince now?"

After fleeing more than ten miles away, Huang Puyin asked, constantly swallowing his saliva, his expression pale and frightened.

"Go, of course we have to go, the young monarch hides his cultivation, we must tell the news to the eldest prince and let him prepare early. Huang Pujin said in a deep voice, his tone a little helpless.

Nothing to do!

When they took refuge in the eldest prince, their bodies were already labeled and could not be erased.

There is only one path in front of him, and that is to follow the eldest prince and keep going.

"That'...... Let's go!"

Huang Puyin understands the reason, the reason why he asked just now was to see if Huang Pujin had a good way, but now it seems that there is no other way.

No regrets, no choice.

Shaojun, Shaojun, you have deceived everyone in the world.

If you have this ability, why do you have to pretend to be a waste and live a shit?

Is there anyone in this world whom you fear?

"Yu Shao Shen ......"

Yu Shaojun stood on the trunk of a tree not far away, and heard the conversation between the two clearly, his face was slightly gloomy, and the murderous intent in his heart became more and more intense.

"Compared to your previous life, you have gone even further!"

"That's fine, the more you go too far, the more this palace will not feel guilty when it abolish you. ”

"You seek death yourself, and you can't blame others. ”

Yu Shaojun muttered to himself, his steps were empty, like a sharp sword, breaking through the air.

He is dead to this brotherhood.

Since the heart is dead, the compassion in the heart should not exist!

Three hundred miles away, Yu Shaoshen stood on a piece of bluestone, his eyes slightly closed, a golden battle sword, suspended in the air by his side, revealing a few wisps of powerful sword qi from time to time.

"Gift...... The Great Prince. ”

Huang Pujin and Huang Puyin galloped over, respectfully clasping their fists, ready to report on Yu Shaojun's affairs.

"Two wastes, being utilized, do not know yet. ”

Yu Shaoshen opened his eyes and said softly.

He drew his golden sword and pointed at the sky.

A pale yellow dragon shadow lingered around the body, emitting a majestic dragon roar, spreading throughout the sky and spreading around.

Invisible coercion permeates in an instant.

"If you're here, why don't you come out?"

The moment he spoke, the sword aura rushed into the sky, and Yu Shaoshen was surrounded by hundreds of feet, covered with golden sword blades, and the edge was sharp.

Heaven and earth are silent, and the sound dissipates.

Hundreds of feet away, low altitude.

Yu Shaojun's figure appeared, looking at all this with a smile, the corners of his mouth turned up, drawing a dangerous arc.

On the ground, Huang Pujin and Huang Puyin collapsed to the ground, their pupils constricted incredibly, and in an instant, their faces turned pale.

"Fifteen years old, Brother Jindan, we've all lost sight!"

Yu Shaoshen clenched his sword and said quietly, breaking the silence, his eyes full of complexity.

I think that at the beginning, when he was fifteen years old, he only had innate peak cultivation.

"I don't know why you're pretending, but I'm going to make you clear. Yu Shaoshen said in a deep voice: "Disguise, it's a coward's behavior, you have the ability to turn the tide and suppress the younger generation, why bother to be a fool and make the empire lose face?"

Time seems to stand still.

Yu Shaojun was silent, he couldn't answer this question.

He has become stronger, and even if he tells the truth, no one will take it seriously.

"The empire needs a strong young monarch, a young monarch who is not afraid of challenges, a young monarch who can guard the four realms and defend the Li people, only such a young monarch can make the empire strong. ”

Yu Shaoshen continued, his voice getting louder and louder, and finally turned into a hysterical roar.

In his eyes, the position of the young monarch is a sacred existence.

"Let's fight!"

"If you can win me, the position of the young monarch of this palace will be seated by you, and you will be willing to be a soldier and Yongzhen Nantianmen. Yu Shaojun raised his sword, and the wisps of sword energy were brilliant.

A momentum of dominating the world and defying all souls spreads.

An invincible supreme, smiling at the momentum of the wind and clouds, stirring up thousands of years.

Sensing this momentum, Yu Shaoshen smiled, his eyes were like torches, and his battle intent soared into the sky.

"Fight!"

The loud sound of declaring war echoed around, the sword qi was raging, the bluestone was shattered, and the dust was everywhere.

A white shirt.

A yellow shirt.

The two swords, intertwined, distorted the void and blurred the vision, and only the piercing sound of collision could be heard, and the sparks could be seen bursting out.

Qi and blood surged, and there were strange noises.

The wind blows the ancient trees around, and the fallen leaves and broken grass fly together.

The two Huang brothers who collapsed to the ground were blown away with all their strength.

"Kill!"

Yu Shaoshen snorted.

Sonorous sounds.

The surrounding ancient trees trembled, and fifteen swords flew out, pointing directly at Yu Shaojun, and stabbed quickly.

"Shaojun, this is the hidden sword style, and it is also the strongest move of this king, if you can crack it, this king will admit defeat. ”

Yu Shaoshen took a few steps back and stood with his sword in hand.

The control of the Tibetan sword style mainly depends on the artistic conception, so there is no need for superfluous movements.

With a single thought, he manipulated ten thousand swords and slaughtered the world.

This is the highest level of the Tibetan sword style, although Yu Shaoshen has not reached it, but he can still easily control more than a dozen swords.

"Tibetan sword style, royal prefecture-level martial arts, just right, this palace will also. ”

Yu Shaojun did not panic, and used the dragon wind and cloud body technique, skillfully avoiding the sword that was shot, and he was at ease.

In his previous life, the country he established inherited most of the foundation of the Central Empire.

Tibetan sword style, he has naturally learned, and he is very proficient, and the sword is a thousand handles, which is easy.

"Hidden Sword Style!"

After letting go of the ruthless swordsmanship, Yu Shaojun retreated to Baizhang, and his divine thoughts surged, and he began to compete with Yu Shaoshen for control of the battle sword.

A moment ago, the sword that was still fierce was stagnant in mid-air, not moving at all.

"What?"

Feeling the loss of the sword connection, Yu Shaoshen's face was full of surprise, and he used the sword trick in an attempt to regain control of the war sword.

But, is it possible?

"Go!"

Yu Shaojun drank lightly, and fifteen battle swords broke through the air and stabbed at Yu Shaoshen.

The piercing sound of breaking the air was like a call from death.

"Sneer......"

The sword has passed without a trace.

A few strands of hair, falling to the ground.

Yu Shaoshen gasped, his cheeks trembled, and a drop of sweat the size of a bean came out.

He watched the sword slash and take away the hair on his temples, and the blood in his body almost fell into cold silence.

For the first time, death felt so close.

"You're not going to kill me?"

Yu Shaoshen gasped and asked, full of puzzlement.

"A poor man who has lost his rights, honor, and fame, this palace disdains to kill. ”

Yu Shaojun said in a deep voice, when he heard Yu Shaoshen's previous words, the killing intent in his heart was mostly reduced.

Otherwise, he would have used the Ruthless Sword Technique, not the Hidden Sword Style.

"No, I'm not losing my rights and honor, I'm just longing for recognition, and I want to shoulder the heavy responsibility and take on the obligations of the Yu royal family. Yu Shaoshen retorted.

Yu Shaojun shrugged his shoulders and turned to leave.

He knew that from today onwards, Yu Shaoshen would no longer be a threat to him.

"Shaojun, promise this king to protect this honor. ”

Yu Shaoshen roared, his eyes flashed with determination, and with a wave of his fingers, the surrounding battle swords were scattered, and they swept again.

Whew!

All swords are directed at himself.

"Don't ......"

Yu Shaojun hurriedly turned around, and saw a cloud of blood mist appear in front of him.