Soon, the news that the king of Yizhou was held hostage spread throughout the palace, every time he passed through a palace, several new groups of guards were added, and when he saw the palace gate from afar, almost all the guards and forbidden troops had already flocked to the three of them, and the people were surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, holding knives and guns, and following step by step, whether it was the commander of the forbidden army or the commander of the guards, each of them had a solemn face, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out.

There were a lot of archers on the eaves, and countless arrows were aimed at Fang Ling and the others, as long as someone gave an order, the two would immediately turn into hedgehogs.

Under such a majestic situation, let alone ordinary people, even a martial artist with some cultivation would pinch a cold sweat, but Fang Ling's face could not find any nervous expression at all, he seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll, holding the King of Yizhou slowly and calmly.

At this time, the palace gate has long been closed, and the thick red copper gate and the tall city wall are integrated, impermeable, indestructible, and daunting.

Seeing that the palace gate had been closed, the dagger in Fang Ling's hand loosened slightly, and said to Fang Zongao: "Let people open the palace gate." ”

Fang Zongao was holding back the fire in his belly at this time, and finally had a chance to speak, so he snorted coldly: "Even if the palace gate is opened, do you think you will be able to run away? Looking at the thousands of soldiers and horses around, all of them are one enemy and a hundred, do you think you really have a chance to win? Even if you don't think about yourself, wouldn't it be a pity to let such a beautiful woman die under the arrows?"

As if he had heard a joke, Fang Ling leaned into his ear and whispered: "If the forbidden army in the palace is really so powerful, then the king you will not be in the current situation, in my opinion, the king, you have to reorganize the army in the future, so as not to make a bigger joke in the future." ”

Fang Zongao almost lost his breath when he heard this, the strength of the Yizhou army is well known, and this Yizhou royal city is a place guarded by elite soldiers, but now he is said by this young man that it is worthless, his arms are a little trembling, and he said in a stiff tone: "I don't know how much the King of Shicheng promised, you are willing to do this for him! But you have absolutely no chance of getting out alive, unless you surrender to this king now, maybe this king can still open the net!"

Fang Ling smiled when he heard this, the dagger shook slightly, and the sunlight reflected from the blade of the snow dazzled Fang Zongao instinctively narrowed his eyes, and the young man's ruthless voice came from his ears: "Your Majesty, don't forget that there is a dagger under your neck, if you say one more word, I don't mind letting you bleed!"

"You ......" Fang Zong's arrogance and hard use did not make the opponent shake for half a point, and he was even more angry, but now that he was under the eaves, he had to grit his teeth and ordered in a cold voice: "Don't open the palace gate yet!"

Song Ying'er saw that Fang Ling was still so calm under the siege of thousands of people, and she didn't put Fang Zong's arrogance in her eyes at all, and the spirit revealed between the lines had a charming demeanor, and a kind of worship surged in her heart.

How dare the soldiers guarding the gate hesitate, they hurriedly opened the palace gate, the palace gate was wide open, leading directly to the avenue outside the palace, at this time the pedestrians on the avenue seemed to have been emptied, and there was no one in the emptiness.