Metal collided, and a crisp voice sounded in front of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Chen San looked at the middle-aged monk at the end of the Minshan Road with a ruthless expression.

The short sword that galloped towards His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had already been cut off by the young man's Pu Dao.

The middle-aged monk at the end of the Minshan Road looked at the ordinary boy in some surprise and said, "Do you think you can stop me?"

"You are a person outside the world, and you have otherworldly powers, so naturally they cannot stop you. The boy said.

"I only need His Highness's head, you don't need to stand up at all. The middle-aged monk said.

"It is precisely because you want the head of His Highness that you have to stand up, because I am a Tang person. ”

"His Royal Highness is the most honorable person in the Tang Dynasty, and as a Tang person, he naturally has to defend it with all his might. The boy said.

The young man's body revealed the bravery and fearlessness that the Tang people should have, which made the middle-aged monk at the end of the passage somewhat appreciated.

"Even if you say this, it still can't change the fact that Your Highness is going to die in Minshan. ”

"Stopping in front of His Highness is just one more corpse in this Minshan Mountain. The middle-aged monk raised his eyebrows.

The short sword that was knocked to the ground by the young Pu knife trembled and was suspended in the void, and the tip of the sword pointed at the young man's head.

The boy didn't speak, and his movements told the middle-aged monk's determination.

The sharpened and shiny Pu knife was in front of him, and he wanted to use his mortal power to fight against the extraordinary power.

Of course, the boy knew that doing this was nothing more than a moth to a fire and killing himself, but as a Tang man, he had to do it.

"The Tang people have their own view of right and wrong, and they have their own morality in their hearts. The boy roared.

Slashing down at the short sword in front of him, the most basic sword skills that had been used on the Aries Road bandit were all wielded by the young man.

However, it is obvious that this kind of sword technique, in front of the monks of the mountains and rivers with extraordinary power, is no less childish than a child wielding a wooden sword and trying to conquer the stars and seas.

The childishness of a child is innocent, and the childishness of a teenager is powerless.

Extremely skilled, the sword technique of slashing many bandits has no effect in front of the short sword.

The short sword rushed out, slammed into the Pu knife, and pierced the young man's shoulder without any resistance, and then the attack remained unchanged, heading straight for the prince's head.

On the Minshan road, everyone was looking at the short sword galloping past in horror, and according to the speed of the short sword, the prince's head would be cut off by the short sword in the next moment.

In the midst of blood and fire, Zhang Haokong, who was lying on the ground, tried his best to do something, but he couldn't do anything, and his eyes could only carry endless despair.

The crisp sound sounded again on the Minshan road.

Suddenly, Zhang Haokong's desperate eyes had a bright light.

The short sword that stabbed at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was shot down again and fell in front of His Royal Highness the Prince.

"This is ......" Zhang Haokong's eyes widened, and he was a little speechless.

The middle-aged monk at the end of the Minshan Road also widened his eyes, and there was a solemnity in his eyes, he understood what caused the inexplicable falling short sword.

On this Minshan road, there is a hidden sword cultivator.

Judging from the drop of the short sword just now, it is very likely that the other party is a sword cultivator at the level of ascending the building.

The breeze in Minshan is not dry, which makes people extraordinarily relaxed, but the middle-aged monk at the end of the road in Minshan does not dare to relax at all.

Zhang Haokong looked at the tree that was not far away from him with a complicated expression.

On that tree, there was a young girl sitting upright, and the girl was looking at them on the Minshan road for a long time.

There is no doubt that the person who let His Royal Highness the Crown Prince dodge the deadly attack just now is this girl.

The reason why Zhang Haokong's expression was complicated was because he didn't know whether the girl who was sitting on the branch of the tree and embarked on the sword cultivation on this rugged road was friend or foe.

But judging from the current situation, that girl should not be an enemy.

"Girl, that is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty, if he is rescued, His Royal Highness will definitely treat him well. No matter what the situation is, Zhang Haokong said immediately, deliberately wooing.

For Zhang Haokong's wooing, the girl on the branch naturally didn't care, her attention was on Chen San, and Chen San also paid attention to him.

"I didn't think it was her. The boy said in his heart.

This girl, he had seen in Ichthyosaurus Town, when the girl was talking to two swords under the bridge of Chunhe.

There are really some surprising encounters in the world, and I didn't expect to see that girl here again.

The middle-aged monk at the end of the Minshan Road was not in such a mood, his eyes were solemn, ready to strike at any time.

The appearance of a sword cultivator in the realm of ascending the tower on the battlefield is enough to change a lot of things.

For example, he will fail to attack and kill His Highness, and this failure will cause the people behind him to fall into a dangerous situation.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged monk couldn't be calm, and the short sword quietly levitated, aiming at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince again.

This action was naturally discovered by the girl, who glanced at the middle-aged monk with a cold look, and an invisible but powerful force swept out.

The middle-aged monk's eyes were frightened, he was a monk who ascended the stairs, but in the face of the sword cultivator who was outstanding in the same realm, he didn't look at it at all.

The mission of assassination could not fail, and at the moment when the invisible aura rushed over, the short sword once again stabbed at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince without hesitation.

A dull sound sounded almost simultaneously on the Minshan road.

One of them, the dull sound, was due to the powerful aura rushing out of the girl's body hitting the middle-aged monk's body.

On the other hand, a sharp short sword pierced into the flesh with a dull sound.

"Blocking the short sword with your body, you are really stupid. The girl frowned as she looked at the boy who had been impaled into her body with a short sword.

Chen San felt the pain coming from his body, but there was a smile on his face, the middle-aged monk's short sword was successfully stopped by him, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was saved.

"Is he dead?" Chen San said.

The young man said that he was naturally a middle-aged monk at the end of the Minshan Road.

The monk, who was hit by the powerful momentum, was lying on the ground at this time, not moving.

These cultivators who can mobilize the aura of heaven and earth are all very mysterious and unpredictable people, and they are perverts in this world.

It was precisely because he was a pervert that the middle-aged monk who was hit by the powerful aura and lay motionless on the ground, even if it seemed to Chen San that it had reached the time when the oil ran out and the lamp was dry, the young man still didn't dare to relax easily.

As if to give the boy a response, the middle-aged monk lying on the ground suddenly moved.

The middle-aged monk who had been hit by the violent aura had fine beads of blood in his skin.

The fine beads of blood quickly covered the middle-aged monk, and in a short period of time, the middle-aged monk turned into a bloody man.

However, in such a serious situation, the middle-aged monk, who had already suffered a heavy blow, still struggled to stand up.

A violent cough sounded in the Minshan road, and the middle-aged monk, covered in blood, swelled up sharply.

The blood that was originally flowing outward, under some strange aura, actually began to flow back into the body of the middle-aged monk.

"Gather heaven and earth in the body!"

Zhang Haokong's face was pale, and the middle-aged monk chose to blow himself up at the last moment of his life in order to be able to kill His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in Minshan.

The power generated by the self-explosion of a monk who climbed the tower was only the most elite heavy cavalry in the Tang Dynasty, with thousands of people holding shields, could resist.

Zhang Haokong was a little desperate, it was not only him who was desperate, but also His Royal Highness the Crown Prince on the side.

The self-detonation of the middle-aged monk was enough to wipe them out in an instant.

The girl's brows furrowed, for her, it was natural that she could leave safely before the middle-aged monk blew himself up.

But when she saw the young man covered in blood under His Royal Highness the Prince, she inexplicably wanted to stay in her heart.

From the Holy Land of the Southern Demon Clan to the Twelve Realms of Haoran Mountains and Rivers, she traveled thousands of miles to find a sword, and she had never seen such a stubborn young man.

Thinking of this, the girl's eyes were solemn, and her fingers pointed out that her body trembled regularly, and a sword qi condensed from her fingertips and burst out in an instant.

That sword qi came in an instant, piercing the middle-aged monk's head with precision, and the frantically swollen body came to an abrupt end.

"Get down!"

Chen San suddenly yelled, grabbed His Royal Highness the Crown Prince on the side, and pressed it directly to the ground.

Violent explosions sounded in Minshan, a sea of fire swept the entire Minshan, the terrifying high temperature scorched the four fields, and no one in the Minshan road was spared.

Chen San's face was filled with pain, and he covered His Royal Highness the Crown Prince with his body, while he was enveloped in a sea of fire.

The boy didn't dare to move at all, the aftermath of the explosion was not over, and the aftermath of this horror was enough to crush a mortal boy into pieces.

Fortunately, because of the girl in black, the middle-aged monk's self-explosion was not particularly strong, at least for now, it seems that Chen San and they did not disappear in an instant.

The tragic sea of fire in Minshan did not last long, and at the moment when the terrifying aftermath disappeared, the young man who was burned by the fire jumped up and rolled frantically on the ground to extinguish the fire on his body.

"Fortunately, Your Highness is fine!" Zhang Haokong saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, whose face was pitch black, but there were no burns, and his face was full of excitement.

Chen San was lucky, under this fire, except for the cultivators, all the rest of the soldiers died in this fire.

Chen San held the Pu knife with a smile on his face.

As the most humble life in the world, he has always lived as tenaciously as a weed.

It was true twelve years ago, and it will be the same twelve years later.

With unyielding on his face, he looked at Chang'an City at the end of Minshan, and there was some ruthlessness in his eyes.

However, the boy soon restrained this ruthlessness, as usual.

He struggled to get up from the ashes and walked towards His Royal Highness the Crown Prince with difficulty.

Once again, from the tragic battlefield, he survived with difficulty, Chen San dropped the Pu knife and fell asleep directly.

He had a dream, it was not a warm dream, it was accompanied by killing, it was accompanied by blood.

For the teenager, this dream has always been fresh in his memory, and for twelve years, he has never forgotten it.

Because this dream has lasted for twelve years, every time the boy has experienced a battlefield on the verge of life and death, the boy will remember this dream.

It was a dream of blood and bones.