The prince is a fake prince held up by King Yue himself, and the prince is the real prince who has three suits with the imperial capital. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

However, Han Feng's words were heard in everyone's ears, and all the garrisons still felt that the prince was real and the prince was fake. Even Zhan Kang, who was hiding in the tent, felt that Han Feng's so-called "I am the prince" was just a mockery of Zhan Zheng, who would have thought that he really had such an unbelievable life experience.

Only after Han Feng himself shouted these words, his chest was quick, as if the breath that had been blocked in his chest before had finally been spit out, so comfortable.

Of course, this is not the time when he should be comfortable. Because Zhan Zheng was very uncomfortable.

"What kind of prince are you", this sentence directly woke Zhan Zheng up from his daydream. He was even more sure that the person in Han Feng's tent was his so-called eldest brother Zhan Kang, and what was even more hateful was that Zhan Kang actually told Han Feng everything.

In that case, let both of them die.

Zhan Zheng's already small eyes almost turned into two horizontal lines, and the murderous aura erupted from the lines, but there were countless horses between him and Han Feng, and when this murderous aura passed through the layers of horsehair and reached Han Feng, it was already very small, and it was nothing.

But Han Feng had a very good relationship with Zhan Zheng: Since you want to kill me, then I will kill you.

So, a murderous aura was sent back. Of course, this murderous aura is also like a mud cow into the sea, and there is no news.

The only remaining soldiers under Zhan Zheng had almost survived from under the horse's hooves at this moment, and they were concentrated in front of Zhan Zheng. But as soon as they made such a fuss, more soldiers in the barracks were alarmed, and even Yao Guping, the deputy general who was in charge of leading the troops this time, was also alarmed.

"Second Prince...... You ......" In a hurry, Yao Guping, the commander of the first army, only had time to bring a dozen personal soldiers over. Looking at this situation like a sea of fire, he was dumbfounded, although he didn't dare to openly provoke the second prince Zhan Zheng, but his tone had already brought out a bit of reproach.

Zhan Zheng looked at it coldly and said, "General Yao, I was just looking for you! Han Shishuai secretly hid mountain bandits, and he should be punished according to his crime." Now that he uses demon horses to control military horses, don't you have any other way to kill him?"

Yao Guping let out an "ah", a burst of shame, and secretly wondered if you hadn't had to add Han Feng to the garrison, where would you have come from so many things now. Now that the garrison is still half a way away from Qinghe City, and the shadow of the mountain bandits has not been seen, how can they be stupid enough to hide in the military camp, let alone be stupid enough to be detected.

Naturally, he only dared to slander these words, and he never dared to say them to Zhan Zheng.

Zhan Zheng said again: "General Yao, today's incident is an ugly thing in the army, and it is not appropriate to publicize it to the outside world. This prince is here to bear it, and you are only responsible for letting the other ......"

Before he finished speaking, Han Feng shouted among the horses: "General Yao, don't listen to his nonsense!

"Shizi?" Yao Guping's face changed, and then the faces of everyone present changed.

The battle for succession, this is definitely a big taboo in the flower capital of Windy City, not to mention that this matter has always been like an oiran on Qingjiang River, ordinary people only know but have never seen it, and those who are qualified to see it may not be able to really touch it.

Yao Guping naturally belongs to the group of people who are qualified to meet, but even if he is a dignified deputy general, if he really encounters such a big taboo, he can only turn around and die, not to mention the innocent soldiers around him.

Yao Guping only felt that his head was blown up, and secretly thought that although the prince of Yue was his top boss on weekdays, every time he gave an order, he sent a letter, and he only needed to verify the handwriting and seal, so he had never even seen his own appearance. Now that this little master dares to say that the prince is in his account, how can he be able to see the prince himself?

The most important thing is that the second prince kept saying that the people in the tent were mountain bandits, how should this be.

Yao Guping regretted how he had idle meddle today, and then secretly scolded the town for not receiving him well, and the girl he found tonight was so ugly that he didn't want to stay in the Qinglou for more. If that girl could be a little more beautiful, if she could speak a little sweeter, maybe she would not be able to do such a terrible thing.

It's just that if you can't think of it, it's already here, so what else?

He was in a dilemma, and almost wanted to borrow urine to escape, but only after this hesitation, Zhan Zheng spoke first: "Bold Han Feng, full of nonsense! I clearly saw that you and the person in the tent teamed up to kill my eldest brother, and you still dare to pretend to be my eldest brother's name, aren't you afraid that the devil will come to arrest you!"

His ability to make up stories casually was far beyond everyone's expectations, and Han Feng didn't expect him to come up with such a strange trick to draw wages from the bottom of the kettle. However, Zhan Zheng's voice fell, and there was a sudden thunderbolt on a sunny day.

The thunderbolt came in such a strange way that everyone looked up at the sky.

There was no lightning before the thunderbolt, and the sky was clear and cloudless, not like it was going to thunder and rain.

But just when everyone was puzzled, another thunderclap sounded.

Then, there was lightning in the middle of the sunny day.

That light fell from the sky, gorgeous and direct, and it hit Zhan Zheng at once.

The rain is coming.

Rain of blood.

And the rain of blood is naturally accompanied by a bloody wind.

In the fishy wind, a round rumbling thing was thrown directly in front of Jiuzhuo. Jiuzhuo curiously lowered his head to touch the round thing, and then took two steps back as if disgusted.

With these two steps back, Han Feng could also see what it was.

The eyes that were originally horizontal into thin lines were open angrily, and one mouth was still half open unwillingly, because it was splashed with blood, so this originally mediocre face looked hideous and terrifying, and it actually showed a rare indifference.

And this is probably his last chance not to be mediocre.

Zhan Zheng is dead.

He was beheaded and died.

Han Feng was stunned, and couldn't help but look up at where Zhan Zheng was supposed to be. On Chidian's back was a headless corpse with blood spurting from its cavity, and a young man stood on the ground next to the corpse.

The man had a well-defined jaw, prominent edges and corners, and bee-waisted ape arms, and he was very good-looking and very energetic. He held a very ordinary long sword in his right hand, and the sword was covered in blood, and he immediately propped the sword diagonally on the ground, allowing the blood to flow slowly down the blade.

Obviously, wiping his sword with the clothes of a dead man was the most common choice, but he had the patience to wait for the blood to drain slowly. Even if the blood would always dry up on the sword body in the end, even if he still had to find warm water to soak the sword body, he still stubbornly chose this way.

Not for anything else, but because he is used to it.

And while the young man was waiting for the blood on the sword to drain away, he didn't pay attention to the people around him. It seems that he came just to kill Zhan Zheng, and when he finishes killing, it will be over, and other things have nothing to do with him, and he doesn't care what other people think or think.

However, he stood so quietly, with the empty doors wide open all over his body, none of Zhan Zheng's subordinates dared to provoke him, not even scold him.

This is domineering, domineering cultivated by absolute strength.

Even Han Feng was shocked by this domineering. Because Bai Tong whispered: "Boy, even if I am here, I am afraid that you are not his opponent." Hehe, but if he wants to kill you, it's not that easy. ”

Those who can get this evaluation, are they still people?

Han Feng subconsciously clenched the Red Rainbow Sword. However, the moment he clenched the Red Rainbow Sword, the young man actually raised his head.

The young man didn't have any expression, but there seemed to be a hint of a smile in his eyes when he looked at Han Feng, and immediately, he opened his mouth: "Big brother, aren't you coming out yet?

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