That being said.

But Han Wangan is not an emotional person.

He's even a little unkind.

While feeling heavy pain for Han Xiang's open self-dedication, the steps under his feet did not stop, but before he staggered across the threshold and walked out of the hall, a huge and strong figure had already crossed a graceful parabola and smashed towards him.

"Be careful, Your Majesty!"

The Praetorian Guard commander on the side narrowed his pupils.

I cursed in my heart.

was forced to stand in front of Han Wangan.

He drew the long sword at his waist and aimed it at the figure that looked like a boulder thrown by a trebuchet, and slashed at it.

And then...... As if he had slashed into a real hard stone, the sharp blade slashed at the skin, unable to break the defense, but instead broke his arm with the strength of the figure falling down.

Fortunately, although the arm was broken, it also changed the flight trajectory of the man who fell from heaven, causing the man to smash into the pillars of the temple, and smashed through three beams and pillars before being buried in a rubble by the falling bricks.

A puff of smoke and dust dispersed in all directions.

A coughing sound suddenly sounded in the hall.

Han Wang'an's footsteps also stopped, and he turned his head in a daze, looking at the ruins, cold sweat had covered his back for some time, and he was blown by the cold wind wrapped in smoke and dust, which made his heart cold.

It's true that it's not safe inside.

It's also true that it's not safe outside.

Don't blame the emperors of all dynasties for the rivers and lakes, chivalry with martial arts, Confucianism with literature and law, in exchange for you, can you accept that there are a few so-called "chivalrous" who break into your house for no reason and want to kill you?

However, reality did not give Han Wangan a chance to hesitate.

Before he could recover from the life and death of this "heavenly divine soldier", he came back to his senses in an instant.

A hideous long sword wrapped in innate qi flew over from outside the hall, and approached the Baiyue Fire Control Woman who broke into the back of Han Wang'an at some point, so that she had to block the sword with a mahogany hairpin, and took three steps back, and each step fell down, crushing the large green bricks on the ground.

And in addition to forcing back this Baiyue woman.

The hideous long sword, which swirled like a windmill, finally completed its mission, landed on the ground, and stuck straight into the floor tiles behind Han Wang'an.

Han Wangan only used the blink of an eye to understand what had just happened.

Baiyue women must be friends and foes.

Then, this sword must be a friend and foe.

Coincidentally, just now the commander of the Praetorian Guard also said that it was a swordsman who was protecting Lao Jiu and Red Lotus, even if he didn't know the name of this swordsman, and he didn't know the name of this strange long sword with a body like shark teeth, just like he didn't know what the name of the Baiyue woman who played with fire was, but this did not affect him to find the right position for himself, and even distinguish his position.

That's just at this time.

Han Fei, Wei Zhuang, Zinu and Red Lotus flew up from under the long steps, and under the vigilant gaze of more than a dozen Praetorian Guards, they fell to the front of the hall, and looked at Han Wang'an who was about to go out across a threshold.

"Presumptuous!"

"Don't get out of the way yet!"

Han Wangan understood this lineup as soon as he saw it.

Han Fei is a rebel he knows.

At this moment, Han Fei was holding a broken sword, and a white-haired man with a looming black aura was standing behind Han Fei like a ghost.

Wei Zhuang's placket was covered with blood.

With an empty scabbard in his hand.

At a glance, he knew that the hideous long sword behind him was just thrown by him.

The red lotus is completely dressed.

There wasn't much blood on it.

It's just a little white face with a flowery appearance.

I guess I should be scared.

In addition, the purple-haired woman, who had a well-proportioned aura and was not stained with much blood like the red lotus, was turning a snake-like chain sword back into a long sword, and judging by its state, it should have been supported from behind.

Just now, it was she who flew up with the red lotus in her arms.

Spanning dozens of meters, it fell outside the gate of this temple.

In the past, Han Wangan will definitely find an excuse to reprimand Lao Jiu, a rebel, and take out two congenital at once, especially Lao Jiu's own means, and estimate that he can also be a congenital envoy, leaving home to study for these years, and coming back, it has been less than two months, and he has accumulated so much strength.

Gotta bang!

Can be placed now...... What a son!

Don't care if these two innate masters listen to their own orders or not, first of all, they are all the people of this rebel, and this rebel is now on the same front as him, which means that these two innate masters are their own people!

Although it is still at a disadvantage in terms of numbers.

But at least it gave him the confidence to speak.

And the opportunity point that can allow him to balance Ji Wuye in the space where he can play is ......

"Little Eleven, Little Twelve, you guys come to your father's side quickly!"

Han Wang'an calmly beckoned to the trembling children, and waited for these children to stand in front of him under the gaze of everyone, mainly Ji Wuye and the others didn't want to stop them, and showed a face-changing stunt on the spot, and grabbed the bronze sword that was smashed and bent by the peerless ghost from the ground with his backhand, that is, the long sword that the Praetorian Guard commander pulled out before the fracture, and the thin internal force in his body that was only third-rate, was attached to his arm with the courage he had never shown in his life, and he saw four sword shadows passing by, even in a scream, Han Wang'an's faint explanation: "The Baiyue thieves broke into the palace without permission, and assassinated the four princes including the eleventh prince and the twelfth prince in the current dynasty, counting the princes and the four princes who were killed by the Baiyue thieves before, today's South Korea, the remaining crown prince is only the ninth prince Han Fei, and the ninth prince Han Fei is the new prince, and a reward order is issued in the territory, and the one who captures the thief's first Tianze, is knighted, and the one who kills the thief's first Tianze, rewards ten thousand gold, captures the rest of the thieves, rewards a thousand gold, kills the rest of the thieves, and rewards a hundred gold!" ”

When he said this, Han Wangan stared at Ji Wuye's eyes and said it.

The meaning is self-evident: I have killed my remaining sons, leaving only Han Fei alone, and not giving you the opportunity to push the puppet king to the throne, there is a kind, you, the general, will kill me, the king of Han and the new prince Han Fei, and then you will also be hunted down by the other five countries, there are two born here, you can't lock the news, however, I don't have to break the net with you, I'll give you a step, you give me a step, everyone puts the contradiction under the water, no matter whether you win or I win in the end, it won't be like today. No matter how you say it, there is a chance to play, otherwise, I am not afraid of death as a king of Han, it depends on whether you, the general who led the wolf into the house, dare to dig your own grave and bury me for me!

However, this is all Han Wangan's self-entertainment.

It belongs to the game with the air.

Actually, it's just a trap.

A trap from Lin Chaoci's hand.

It is also a trap that can help Han Fei become the prince justifiably.

"He is more suitable to be a disciple than me."

"This gaze."

"This kind of ability to grasp people's hearts."

Wei Zhuang said to the purple girl with an expressionless face, and there was a bit of admiration hidden in his tone: "It is indeed a very valuable lesson to let the king of a country personally clear all obstacles for a most hated son, and arrange a reasonable way to get out of the game for a powerful minister, which is enough to be used as a classic case by the Zongheng family to teach future generations of disciples." ”

"The most terrifying thing is that he has both yin and yang."

"Calculating people's hearts is yin."

"Let the king of a kingdom kill his son and son."

"And, I'm still triumphant."

"Accept the night as the sun."

"Don't move the soldiers, and the bloody clothes bow down."

"And, borrow the sword of Baiyue."

The purple girl chatted with Wei Zhuang quietly, and handed over the rest of the matter to Han Fei without saying a word, and let Han Fei control the field by himself, mainly because Ji Wuye is her person, Baiyue and Quicksand are also cooperative relations, and they will not dismantle the stage, if it weren't for Han Fei's sake of the overall situation, he didn't want to ascend to the sky in one step, thinking that this was not conducive to his control of the Korean government and the opposition, they could now elect Han Fei as the new king of Han, therefore, Han Fei is willing to play, let Han Fei play by himself, if Han Fei doesn't even have this ability, he doesn't deserve to be one of the four leaders of quicksand, just muttered a few words silently in his heart, following Wei Zhuang's train of thought, his mind was a little complicated: "But this is an authentic emperor's technique, what is his identity in his own world......

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