Wen Yuanbo was outraged.

Fang Ze looked at Wen Yuanbo's corpse and did not speak.

Zhao Shi Yi next to him was silent for a long time, and finally let out a sigh.

"I didn't expect it to be like this."

Fang Ze nodded slightly.

"He's spoiled." Fang Zedao.

When Wen Yuanbo was a teenager, he was really an idealist.

But too much time was spent on becoming a god and preparing for it.

In this process, Wen Yuanbo may have thought of a lot of opportunities and possibilities that he hadn't thought of before.

Today, the step he has taken in his heart is no longer what he could have imagined when he was a teenager.

Wen Yuanbo is already good compared to ordinary people, after all, he really had ideals.

It's just that when the idealist is close to success, there will be a path, which is to the careerist.

Wen Yuanbo did not stand the test.

Fang Ze shook his head slightly.

It is not difficult to have the seed of ideals, but it is the hardest thing to persevere to the end.

That's why Long Kang will only produce one Wen Muzhi.

Fang Ze retracted his thoughts.

Zhao Shiyi sighed for a while and recovered.

"Thank you Mr. Yuan for making a move just now, I didn't watch Lao Dao die."

"You can leave me alone, it doesn't really make any difference to you."

"I know a little more about Mr. Yuan's character."

He said, and thanked him.

Fang Ze smiled slightly and didn't say much.

Zhaoshi Yi paused and said: "Wen Yuanbo is dead, the sword slave is also abolished, Fan Qianhong is far away, there are only you and me in the world." "There is no longer anyone in the Longkang Palace who threatens Mr. Yuan and me."

"Would Mr. Yuan be willing to go to the palace?"

Fang Ze nodded.

"That's exactly what I mean."

Fang Ze came to the capital, mainly to trade.

He has a clear attitude, is very gentle and easy to talk, and does not do anything excessive.

Emperor Longkang Yuanxing still wanted to kill him, not only did Wen Yuanbo come, but the sword slave and the Heavenly Blood Sword were brought out, this killing intent was too obvious.

Fang Ze couldn't help but ask.

In the end, let's not talk about the ending, Emperor Yuanxing has to give him an explanation.

Zhao Shiyi nodded.

Zhao Shiyi was beside him, and Fang Ze was embarrassed to see what Wen Yuanbo had on him.

Sometimes people are next to them, and they still have to do face.

He turned around and retrieved the ball that had fallen from the air.

The black gem in the center of the ghost ball was shattered and consumed, but it was not the main body, the real main body was the outer layer of metal balls, and the wires that made up the metal balls were engraved with runes with extremely subtle technology, and this thing was the most important thing.

Fang Ze deeply felt that this strange treasure was really easy to use, and it was worth more than 100,000 taels of silver.

He recovered the Ghost Ball and found an opportunity to make up for the black gem in it in the future, so that he could use it.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Ze recovered the Heavenly Blood Sword.

The Heavenly Blood Sword is red, and the shape of the hilt is not ordinary, but several terrifying devils hugging each other, forming a hilt that can be held by people, and on the body of the sword, there is also an ancient text.

The ancient script looked similar to the ancient text of the Middle Heaven Continent, and Fang Ze deduced that this character should be the word 'blood'.

He picked up the Heavenly Blood Sword, and immediately felt a strong attraction from the hilt of the Devil's Sword, as if it was about to devour his true qi, flesh, and even life.

However, this devouring power is stronger for the weaker the person, if it is an ordinary person who has not studied martial arts, the moment he touches the hilt of the sword, he will not be able to let go, and the flesh and essence of the whole person will be sucked in.

Ordinary warriors can't do it.

At least the eighth-rank and ninth-rank martial artists on Long Kang's side have the ability to use this Heavenly Blood Sword.

Even if it can be used, the cost is huge.

It's like a sword slave, and he was sucked dry after only two swords.

"This is not an evil soldier, it's close to a demon soldier."

"It must have been a blood sacrifice with more than 100,000 people, otherwise it wouldn't have reached this level."

"I can't even confirm the upper limit of the Heavenly Blood Sword, but it must be above the Triple Heaven of Heaven and Man, maybe even higher."

"This is not something that can be created by people in the Longkang Realm, and it is also an evil soldier inherited by bloodline...... Then there is only one possibility. ”

"The ancestor of Longkang's royal family, the Zhou family, is not from this world at all, but like me, he came from the universe."

"It's just that the ancestor of the Zhou family is not a righteous person, and it is very likely that he is a demon cultivator in the realm of heaven and man."

Fang Ze judged.

He put the Heavenly Blood Sword back in its scabbard.

The sword's sense of choosing people to devour has weakened a bit.

It seems that the scabbard is a seal.

Fang Ze included the Heavenly Blood Sword in the Duobao Tips.

Later, Zhao Shiyi saw the harvest of loot and didn't think there was a problem.

With him or not, Yuan Feng can win this battle.

And Yuan Feng also saved his life.

Zhao Shiyi understands things very well, he doesn't grab the loot at all, and he doesn't have envy and jealousy.

Fang Ze stood up.

Zhao Shiyi walked over.

In the courtyard, there was actually an influx of Red Armor troops.

The Red Armor Army around the wall was also there all the time, and the bows and arrows were aimed at Fang Ze and Zhaoshi B.

But Fang Ze and Zhao Shiyi regarded these most elite soldiers of Longkang as nothing.

"Mr. Yuan is ready?" Zhao Shi Yi asked.

Fang Ze bowed.

"Let's go to the palace." He said, and took the lead outside.

The Red Armor Army poured in in the courtyard of the Han Mansion, spears and war knives in their hands, surrounded by a forest of guns and knives.

But Fang Ze and Zhao Shiyi seemed to be out of sight, and walked out by themselves.

On the contrary, countless Red Armor troops kept retreating, making way for a passage.

The generals who led the Red Armor Army continued to break out in cold sweat on their foreheads.

Fang Ze and Zhao Shiyi ignored him, but that sense of threat weighed heavily on the general's heart like a mountain.

This general is knowledgeable and understands what the concept of a Shenyun master is.

As soon as the martial arts enter the divine essence, even if there are thousands of troops, there is no threat.

It is not possible to fill in people's lives, and fighting to the death will not cause real harm to Shenyun, and ordinary soldiers will fight Shenyun, and it will be meaningless to die.

Under pressure, the generals did not dare to let the Red Armor Army attack at all.

Fang Ze and Zhao Shiyi walked out of the Han Mansion Courtyard like this.

They flew vertically, performing light skills, like Peng geese, flying in the direction of the palace.

The Red Armor Army's generals suddenly relaxed.

He suddenly felt a feeling of weakness, and then realized that the placket of the red armor was completely soaked with sweat.

The general looked at the palace.

"It's going to change...... the general said subconsciously.

…

Palace.

Tatsugokuden.

Emperor Longkang, Emperor Yuanxing sat on the chair behind the dragon book eucalyptus in the Chenji Palace, and closed his eyes tightly.

Emperor Yuanxing is fifty-three years old, he is not tall, his figure is thin, but he looks very tough, has a short beard, has some gray hair in his hair, has a serious expression, looks like he does not smile all year round, and his seriousness solidifies into an inherent expression.

Emperor Yuanxing closed his eyes tightly.

Behind him, an old eunuch held a golden wine cup with turquoise wine.

The old eunuch trembled.

This eunuch is the one who went to the Han Mansion to see Fang Ze before.

And the golden cup in his hand at this time was filled with poisonous wine that would kill him if he took a sip.

Outside the palace, there was chaos, and the sound of shouting kept ringing out.

"Escort! Escort! ”

"Stop the Assassin!"

"Stop, don't let them enter the Chenji Palace!"

One after another, like a heavy hammer, hit Emperor Yuanxing's heart.