419. Threat, the soft underbelly of World Heritage

The World Heritage protected Manzhu behind him, stared at the red figure that flew with the wind with a murderous aura, and said coldly, "You are really not small, you dare to come here!"

Let's talk about the red shadow, it's really too "red".

Red undershirt, red garment, red boots, red veil, red hairpin...... Dressed in dazzling red, only the pair of evil "mouse eyes" were exposed all over the body, and the man in red put down the flute in his hand unhurriedly, with an evil smile in his eyes, and said gloomily, "Nine Princes, don't come to harm?"

Shiyi snorted coldly, "Since you dare to send it to the door, aren't you afraid that this king will end up with you?"

"I'm afraid!" of course I'm afraid!" the man in red raised his eyebrows and said with a wicked smile, "But I also know that you won't kill me, Lord Jiu, you will not kill me!" You should know that if I die, my lord, your beautiful concubine like a fairy, may ......" The man in red sneered again, and then continued, "I'm afraid I'm going to become an immortal." ”

"You!" World Heritage was suffocated, he was said to be the key by the man in red, he was right, Manzhu was in his hand, even if he only moved a thought to make Manzhu sleep, Manzhu's soul would never wake up again, and Manzhu's body would turn back into a vegetative person like Miss Qiao San, thinking of this, the murderous aura in the eyes of the World Heritage was even stronger, and his emotions were out of control for a while, he only felt that the qi and blood in his body were churning violently, and he almost spurted out another mouthful of blood, fortunately, the internal force was deep, and he forcibly suppressed the upwelling blood......

The man in red looked at the pale face of the world heritage very proudly, and said in a weird manner, "Yo, the ninth prince, your face is not very good, are you sick?

Shiyi resisted the urge to tear him to pieces, looked at Manzhu who was standing behind him like a wooden man, only to feel another huge pain in his chest, and said coldly to the man in red, "What do you want?"

The man in red said evilly, "I don't want to do anything here, I just want to ask you for something." ”

"What is it?" said the World Heritage Grim.

The red-clothed man's red-gloved hand was gently raised, and his fingertips pointed at Manzhu behind the world's relics, "She!

As soon as the man in red said this, the world heritage was furious, the wind suddenly rose in the Hanyan Palace, and the furniture in the house began to shake violently, accompanied by the sound of "clang, clang, ding", the cups and teapots on the table and the blue and white porcelain vase in the corner of the wall all burst open, and the fragments were splashed everywhere, and the tables and chairs in the room were also cracked, scattered to the ground, and the world heritage was full of murderous spirit squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "You are looking for death!" After speaking, I saw a bright light flashing, and there was already an extra sword in the hand of the World Heritage, saying that it was too late and that was fast, and before everyone could react, the World Heritage had already held the sword and flew towards the red-clothed man......

Not only did the man in red not dodge, but the corners of his eyes also showed a sinister evil smile, and just when the sharp tip of the sword was less than two centimeters away from the neck of the man in red, the sword suddenly stopped

It all came and went so fast!

As soon as the third prince, who was finally able to move freely, rushed into the Hanyan Palace, he saw such a scene: the master Shiyi pointed his sword at the neck of the man in red with a murderous aura, and the man in red looked at the master's world heritage with an evil smile, not far behind the master, Manzhu stood stupidly in a cloak and with a sluggish face, she seemed to be ignoring what was happening around her.

The movement of the Han Yan Palace had already alarmed the guards of the Fu Cheng Palace and the black shadows guarding outside, at this time, they had already surrounded the Han Yan Palace, and they only waited for the prince to give an order, and they would enter the palace and rescue the little prince. The chill in the eyes of the prince of Fu Cheng who came later was stronger than usual, as early as a hundred steps away, he had already felt the heavy murderous aura seeping out of the Hanyan Palace, he stared at the Hanyan Hall in front of him where the entire building was trembling violently, he knew that this was caused by the extreme master's true qi floating, and he knew how amazing the cultivation of the World Heritage martial arts was, in the world, there were only two people who could make the World Heritage fight with all their might, one was Xu Shao, the head of Shushan, and the other was the leader of the Red Scorpion Gang, and the one who came would definitely not be the head of Shushan, because according to his intelligence, the head of Shushan at this moment was still in Shu thousands of miles away, so the rest could only be......

The leader of the Red Scorpion Gang, the biggest rival of the World Heritage Site!

At this time, another figure swept from the air, it was the arrival of the gold ingots carrying the "invited" Hua Taiyi, the gold ingots stopped beside the prince of Fu Cheng, pointed to the guards in front of him and the murderous aura around him, and asked in a low voice, "Lord Wang, what happened? Where is the little prince?" Prince Fu Cheng glanced at the gold ingots coldly, just shook his head slightly, and stopped talking, or the chief manager came over, pulled the gold ingots aside, and whispered a brief description of the matter......

Finally "down-to-earth" Hua Taiyi really wanted to wipe a handful of old tears, why do the people of Fucheng Palace like to carry him around in the sky like a chicken, and dare to love those roads in Fucheng Palace that extend in all directions are repaired for decoration!

Let's say that in the hall at this moment, the red-clothed man looked directly at the eyes that had been dyed red with anger, sneered, and said gloomily, "Didn't the Nine Princes want to kill him? Why don't you do it yet?"

The tip of the sword of the World Heritage trembled slightly, and he slowly took two steps back, and the sword in his hand was slowly lowered......

The man in red raised his head and let out a long laugh, "Hahaha...... I can't imagine that the world-famous Nine Princes will have this day!"

Seeing that the man in red dared to be so arrogant in front of his master, the third prince was furious for a while, and with a "presumptuous!" on tiptoe, one flew towards the man in red, and the man in red was still full of evil smiles, and he did not move to watch the third prince who was approaching step by step......

Just when the third prince was only one step away from the man in red, the world relics shouted "Stop!"

The third prince's movements stopped abruptly, but the strong wind in his palm could no longer be recovered, but this palm wind was not painful or itchy to the man in red, and could only stir his clothes and veil like a gust of wind! The third prince looked at the master's world heritage in puzzlement, only to see that although the master's world heritage was as murderous as him, there was helplessness in his eyes, and the third prince was puzzled, "Master?"

The World Heritage said a little weakly, "Manzhu...... Manju is in his hands!"

The words of the world testament woke up the third prince, and the third prince finally calmed down, the master was right, Manzhu's life was in his hands, they couldn't be impulsive!