Nan Yaoyue's soldiers had already surrounded the entire palace, and Ye Zhao ordered thirty elite soldiers to stay in Zhankong Mountain to protect the prince and princess, and take them to escape from the secret passage in the back mountain when necessary, and then rushed to the palace with the remaining soldiers.

The back door of the palace has been tightly surrounded and impermeable. Ye Zhao led the remaining more than 100 soldiers from the tunnels of Zhankong Mountain into the Qiankun Gate to meet the palace guards, but as soon as they came out of the secret passage, they heard a fight outside. Ye Zhao frowned, listened carefully to the situation outside, and found the right time to lead the rest of the people to rush out, and took most of Nan Yaoyue's soldiers from behind.

Nanwang heard the fierce fighting sound that suddenly increased behind him, turned his horse's head coldly, and saw that Ye Zhao led a group of soldiers to fight with his own soldiers, he frowned, and the silver mask glowed with cold light in the sun.

The nine python logo on Ye Zhao's clothes, could it be that he became a general?

At this time, the dawn broke, he squinted his eyes by the rising sun, took out a delicate silver dagger with a dragon tattoo from behind him, aimed at the direction of Ye Zhao, and then shot sharply, the dagger roared away like a dragon out of a cave, rubbing against the air with a sharp sound, and inserted into Ye Zhao's left shoulder with great accuracy, abolishing half of his arm.

Not to align his right shoulder, but to keep his right hand to see how good he is.

Nanwang smiled and looked at Ye Zhao who was hit by his dagger and retreated again and again, and the last mouthful of blood gushed out, he whistled at Ye Zhao and motioned for Ye Zhao to fight him.

Ye Zhao was furious, ignoring the fact that the wound was still gurgling and bleeding, and flew towards the king of the south with his sword.

King Nan sneered, his voice warm as a breeze through the bamboo forest, but with a dull hoarse sword.

He really remembered it right, this Ye Zhao's temper was as irritable as before. After all, he is still a young man with a bad temperament, with bad roots, I don't know why Yi Lunhuan wants to promote Ye Zhao.

If it was really because of Ye Zhao's strong martial arts, then he would definitely kill his unbelievable spirit today.

When Ye Zhao approached, Nan Wang saw that his left hand was already injured, and he was still ...... The corners of the woman's clothes are bandaged.

Or is it a lover? King Nan couldn't help but look at Ye Zhao's left hand twice.

The whistling wind with blood passed past his ears, and the king of the south did not raise his eyes, so he used his ear to hear the sound of his sword to block Ye Zhao's heavy blow, and then rose up, the golden boots stood on horseback, and the silver sword flew up like a white practice circling, intersecting with Ye Zhao's weapons and exploding firelight.

After a few rounds, Ye Zhao had clearly fallen behind. Seeing that King Nan was still dressed indifferently, he was angry, and he let out a loud roar and rushed towards King Nan like a raging beast.

"Yaoyue Barbarian!"

King Nan's eyes instantly dimmed, and the murderous aura suddenly steamed on the handsome and peerless face under the mask, he held the sword and flew over, the cold light burst out around him, and he put the sword straight into Ye Zhao's heart with an expressionless face.

"This king didn't want to kill you, you asked for it, Ye Zhao."

Nanwang put his sword into the sheath, a set of movements flowing, his breath was symmetrical and natural, he glanced at Ye Zhao, who fell down with wide eyes, turned over and dismounted, stepped on Ye Zhao's left arm, and slowly squatted down.

"You... You brute, how, how did you know what General Ben's name is? ”

Ye Zhao was spurting blood, panting heavily, struggling to speak.

King Nan ignored Ye Zhao, and just looked at the fabric on his left hand with interest—for some reason, he inexplicably felt a palpitation at the corner of his clothes.

Nanwang stretched out his hand, ripped off the corner of the clothes that bandaged the wound on Ye Zhao's hand, played with it in his hand, then raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Which girl is this?" ”

Ye Zhao struggled to get the piece of fabric back, but his arm was stepped on by King Nan, and he couldn't lift his hand, so he had to moan continuously, trying to get King Nan to return the piece of fabric to him.

Nanwang looked at him playfully as he struggled, shook the fabric in his hand, and whispered in an almost gentle voice, "You want?" This king will not give it. ”

With that, King Nan unfolded the piece of fabric, tore it apart little by little in front of Ye Zhao, and then raised it casually, and the broken fabric instantly disappeared in the shadow of the sword and sword, and could no longer be found.

Looking at the direction of Nanwang's hand waving, Ye Zhao's pupils gradually dilated, his hand hung down weakly, his lips squirmed, and he slowly spit out a few words.

"The Emperor... After... Mother... Mother......"

King Nan didn't hear what Ye Zhao was saying, he just stepped on his corpse and got on the horse, and continued to gallop forward.

Further on, we will meet, Yi Lunhuan.