At this time, Cheng Ying's pretty face in the room was flushed, and the girl had already taken out the red and glamorous notepad and began to write the woman's birthday.

At that time, Zhao Xixing, who escaped from the door, looked up at the night sky, patted his face, and calmed down when the evening breeze blew.

However, the next moment, a cold sword rested on his neck.

A sarcastic voice sounded in my ears: "Why, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is so desperate to ask me about the sword in my hand?" ”

"This hall naturally spares its life, but it's not your turn to ask." After a short startle, Zhao Xixing quickly calmed down, smiled faintly, and didn't care about the coldness in his neck, "The third boy turned out to be a cornerer. ”

Xiao Zhan gently turned the sword in his hand, as if playing with prey, and deliberately let the blade of the sword, leaving blood marks on the East Neck.

"Yes, so what? His Royal Highness the Crown Prince gave the eight characters of his birthday, is it a self-recommended pillow seat? What's more, even those in the arms of others dare to covet it, and the saint who is praised by everyone in the world is like this...... Shameless. Xiao Zhan snapped out a few words.

The ugly folk swear words still didn't move Zhao Xixing in any way, and the light wind and moon's face was like a bright moon in the night.

He reached out and grabbed the blade of the sword around his neck, then calmly and irresistibly blocked it.

Xiao Zhan's eyes instantly turned grim. The strength of the hilt of the sword did not retreat, but advanced, so the sharp blade instantly cut through Zhao Xixing's fingertips, and blood gushed down.

However, Zhao Xixing didn't seem to feel pain. Just looked directly at Xiao Zhan, the depths of the abyss-like eyes were bright, but two fingers clamped the blade, and its strength made the sword unable to move, so the blade was removed from the neck.

Xiao Zhan watched the sword in his hand be "taken away" by the prey domineeringly, even the man's palms and clothes were stained red with blood, and the blade was defeated in front of the flesh and blood.

Xiao Zhan's teeth suddenly clenched: "What a Donggong, this strength has actually been practiced...... I'm not afraid of a broken hand. ”

The threat of a sword, not hurting an inch, is enough to make people who practice martial arts distinguish between superior and inferior, and the noble man of the heavenly family who has clothes to stretch out his hand and eat to open his mouth turns out to be a sword bone chivalrous heart, which is enough to make the young man with a sword give birth to his peers and bend his waist.

Donggong, who is usually so perfect that he doesn't even have folds in his clothes, now looks very calm in the face of blood on his hands and sleeves, and he doesn't even frown with a trace of pain, just laughs quietly, and pouts his natural arrogance.

"Back then, the main hall was greedy for the feather forest guard who knelt down with the emperor, so he imitated it and created a dragon guard. Directly belongs to the East Palace, only worship the main hall, and it is a hundred, which is not much better than Yu Linwei...... Do you think that from scratch, if you want these practitioners to surrender, how can this palace not do it with both hands? ”

Zhao Xixing said lightly, but it is impossible to imagine how a pampered prince practiced hard day and night, the wind and snow sharpened his bones, the scars became scabs, and the blood became numb, so that he had a sword under the rich skin to seal his throat.

"This hall knows the reason for your sword, but it also clearly tells you, the crown prince of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, Xiao Zhan." Zhao Xixing smiled, and the eyebrows and eyes that were bright and dustless in the past suddenly burst out like a ghost-like ghost-

"Cheng Yinghu, Lao Tzu is going to decide."

A few words are categorical, with awe-inspiring arrogance and contempt that borders on unreasonableness.

Xiao Zhan's spine was cold. Immediately, the surging anger suddenly dyed his eyes black, and a sword roar rose high-pitched, and the killing intent was overwhelming.

didn't say much, the sword came out, and the two men knew that this was an endless battle.

The palpitating cold light came in an instant, carrying the ruthlessness that erupted with the man squeezing every inch of his muscles and bones, and the obsession that had been suppressed for four years and almost became a demon, even the air was cut in half, and in a thrilling wind, it came straight to the throat.

Xiao Zhan is undoubtedly confident.

With one move, he vowed to splash three feet of blood, not to mention that the opponent had already injured a hand, and no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't use it, let alone win him.

However, the sword wind set off the ink hair and flew violently, and Zhao Xixing chuckled faintly in the night: "Good swordsmanship, mountains and rocks can also be broken...... It's just that everyone knows that the softness overcomes the rigid, and the water can penetrate the stone. ”

He stretched out his hand and very casually broke a willow branch on the side of the street, a green willow branch, which was blown by the sword wind.

Xiao Zhan tilted the corners of his lips contemptuously. felt that this Donggong had probably never really seen red, and his brain was scared stupid, so the blade became more and more menacing, and it was about to pierce the man's throat.

Then in that moment, the willow branch moved.

In the terrible wind, the weak willow branches were blown around the blade, and at the moment before being shattered by the sharp edge, Zhao Xixing's eyes exploded, and his wrist moved lightly, and he didn't see much movement, but he heard a sharp bang.

The oncoming sword suddenly shattered into several pieces.

In the blink of an eye, the cold light that was about to drink blood turned into fragments that fell into the dirt in the blink of an eye.

And the willow branch was shattered at the sound of the voice. The emerald green powder rose one after another, covering the shattered sword.

Quiescence. There was an eerie silence in the field.

Xiao Zhan held a slippery hilt of the sword, staring at the broken sword in disbelief, his face was blue and white for a while.

Strength. The power actually passed through a soft willow branch, and with the precise control of time, it was instantly transmitted to the blade, and the force collided with the force, turning into a terrifying breaking momentum, and everything was shattered in an instant.

Soft overcomes rigidity, and also governs others, the most poisonous thing in the world is gentleness.

"Impossible, no...... How can you, a Donggong with fine skin and tender meat, have such deep attainments in the martial arts...... Yes, there must be something wrong, how could I have failed......"

Xiao Zhan read the words, and his pupils were like a demon, enlarged, reddened, and stared at Zhao Xixing.

The latter just smiled faintly, and did not have much joy in winning, but blurred the coldness of a trance: "For half a year, I thought she was gone...... In the days when I locked myself in the East Palace day and night, endless darkness, coldness, and remorse, what was tempered ......"

"Something that has been refined?" Xiao Zhan lost his mind.

Zhao Xixing smiled and said softly: "It's missing, the most powerful force in the world...... When you have someone in your heart, even if this person is your enemy in the world, you can cut them all......"

Xiao Zhan's pupils suddenly contracted.

There was a buzz in his mind, and he vaguely heard the man say: "You will be the brother-in-law of the main hall in the future, and you will not be a killer today." But if you dare to stop it in the future, the main hall will ...... No one is left behind under the sword. ”

Xiao Zhan got up, no matter how Zhao Xixing went, he stumbled into the night, and the bare hilt of the sword was still in his hand, like a joke, stabbing his chest with blood.

Humiliation. The humiliation of the skull flogging soul made every inch of his bones itch with pain.

The pride of the crown prince of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the unwillingness of a dynasty, and the vigor of twenty years of martial arts practice were easily destroyed by a willow branch.

Burst. Xiao Zhan was stunned and spat out a mouthful of blood. Immediately, his eyes were golden, and he was about to fall, but he held him with one hand.

"Your Highness is relieved. Qi is a temporary thing, and if you hurt your body, it is a lifetime of regret. A gentle male voice came.