The city of Shanhai was already in ruins, and the 20,000 bloody guards stopped at the end of the slaughter.

In the distance, Xiao Zhan hurriedly dismounted and knelt down on one knee at the head of the Blood Slaughter Guard: "The last general, Xiao Zhan, greets the prince!"

The man with a leopard's head and eyes, a swallow-collared tiger whisker, and an eight-foot-long figure was about forty-seven or eight years old.

He lightly flipped off the horse and walked to Xiao Zhan's side to help Xiao Zhan up.

"General Xiao's battle must be a name in history, and this king has thanked General Xiao for the people of the city. ”

"It is the duty of the last general to guard Shanhai City, the prince does not have to be like this, if he loses Shanhai City, then it is not a pity that the last general will die ten thousand times. ”

Wan'er in the distance asked, "Childe, who is that person!"

Zhao Wushuang's eyes narrowed slightly.

"King of Shu, Zhao Hanguang. ”

"Ahh

Zhao Hanguang, the king of Shu, the son of the gentian spear saint Zhao Wouji, and the cousin of today's son Zhao Yuan, is deeply inherited by the spear saint, and is now ranked third on the extraordinary list.

Seeing that Gongzi didn't speak, Wan'er also kept silent.

At this time, Zhao Hanguang skimmed into the distance, and the spear in his hand flashed.

Dongli, who was about to run, looked at the tail of the gun that was trembling in front of him and gave up struggling.

He turned his head playfully, "Uncle Wang, why are you here?" ”

Zhao Hanguang chuckled and said, "You kid is capable! ”

At this time, Xiao Zhan reacted, knelt down on one knee and said, "The last general will see His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

The soldiers and blood slaughter guards behind him also knelt down in unison and said, "Participate in His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

"Hehe! Zhao Dongli, I should have thought it was you!" Zhao Wushuang said indifferently.

Wan'er pursed her lips and said, "I didn't expect him to be the prince of creation!

"He's been like this since he was a kid, and he still is. ”

Zhao Wushuang thought of decades ago, when he was still the prince of the Yongguan Palace, and Zhao Dongli, who was one year older than him, was only the prince of the Yan Palace.

At that time, the two of them often played hide and seek in the Jinluan Palace, and in Zhao Wushuang's memory, as long as the two of them committed a crime, Zhao Dongli would bear it stupidly every time.

But in the next few years, Zhao Yuan became the crown prince, and since then Zhao Wushuang has never seen Zhao Dongli again.

Chuckling and shaking his head, Zhao Wushuang turned around to leave.

Zhao Dongli's eyes lit up in the distance, and he shouted, "Brother Mo!"

Xiao Zhan also said with a smile: "Mo Xiaoyou, come and see the prince!"

Zhao Wushuang sighed slightly, and walked forward helplessly.

"Xiaomin Moshuang, meet His Royal Highness the Prince, meet the prince. ”

"Hey, hey, what's the matter, Brother Mo, so polite. Dongli shouted.

Zhao Wushuang smiled and said, "I didn't know that it was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, I was offended." ”

Zhao Dongli was stunned for a moment, and then patted him.

"Brother Mo is hypocritical!"

Xiao Zhan, who was on the side, said to Zhao Hanfeng: "Lord Wang, the battle to defend the city in the past two days is thanks to the help of this Mo Xiaoyou!"

Two cloud-piercing arrows, one shot and killed a captain of the enemy, and the other almost killed the servant Sangong.

"Oh?" Zhao Hanguang's eyes flashed with a bright light.

He said with great interest: "The sky-shaking bow, the cloud-piercing arrow, can be pulled by only one person's strength?"

Xiao Zhan said: "Exactly!"

Zhao Hanguang laughed and said: "Okay! ”

"Little friend is willing to come to my blood slaughter guard, this king can make an exception to give you a brave lieutenant position. ”

Xiao Zhan's face was slightly shocked, because in the Creation Army, which son did not want to enter the Blood Slaughter Guard, and there was also that Blood Slaughter soldier who did not want to fight for the position of this brave captain.

Zhao Wushuang bowed his hand and said: "Thank you for your love, it's just that Mo still wants to walk more when he first comes out of the rivers and lakes." ”

Xiao Zhan sighed slightly: "Alas!

But after all, it was Zhao Wushuang's decision, and he couldn't say anything.

"Since that's the case, then I won't force it!" Zhao Hanguang said with a smile.

Zhao Dongli said with a smile on the side: "Brother Mo has the same idea as me, he will go to the rivers and lakes with a sword and a horse, the rivers and lakes are good!"

But the answer to him was a silver spear.

Zhao Hanguang said: "What's good, go back to Beijing with me!"

"Ah!" Zhao Dongli wanted to cry without tears, and it was not easy to run out, which is good.

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The sun rises over the east mountain, and the sun shines.

On the official road, the two horsemen were swinging slowly.

On horseback, Zhao Wushuang thought of what Zhao Dongli said not long ago: "The rivers and lakes are good!"

He shook his head slightly, squinting slightly at the sun, ignoring the glare of the sun.

"It's really good!"

Wan'er on the side was puzzled: "Childe, are we going to Islam now?"

Zhao Wushuang slowly closed his eyes, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"No return!"

"Ahh

Zhao Wushuang opened his eyes and looked north.

"Go to the North Scale Sword Pool!"

After that, without waiting for Wan'er to answer, she galloped away with the horse's belly.

Wan'er's small mouth opened slightly, her little face bulged angrily, and she flicked the reins violently, and the fierce horse galloped, chasing Zhao Wushuang directly.

Half a day later

The Beiling Mountains are a natural barrier that stretches through the northernmost part of the dynasty.

Due to the climate, the Beiling Mountains are covered with snow all year round, and there is an ancient sect on this high mountain called the North Scale Sword Pool.

The North Scale Sword Pool is the most famous in the rivers and lakes for two points, the first is a naturally formed sword washing pool on the sword peak hidden in the North Scale Sword Pool, the sword pool contains frost sword intent, because of the condensation of sword intent for many years, someone has found a divine soldier in the pool. The sword head of the Northern Scale Sword Pool, Sword Traceless, once said: "Whenever I encounter an opportunity in the Sword Washing Pool, my Sword Pool will never take it back." "It is said that all sword cultivators are proud to be able to enter the sword pool.

And the second point is that the sword head of the North Scale Sword Pond has no trace, he has been in retreat at the top of the north peak of the sword pool for several years, when he came out, he realized that the sword intent of the Traceless defeated several masters of the rivers and lakes, and later fought with Baili Haoran in Taixuanmen, slightly inferior.

The Grandmaster List is ranked third.

At this time, halfway up the mountainside of Beiling, Zhao Wushuang and Wan'er led the horses.

Along the way, you can see a snowy scene that is rare in the Western Regions.

Zhao Wushuang shrugged the ink-scale sword behind his back.

He smiled and said, "Since the ink scales were found by Master and Sister in the North Scale Sword Pool, then let's try it too, maybe we can pick up a better one!"

Wan'er rolled her eyes widely.

"Childe, if this is heard by the sect master, it will be miserable!"

Zhao Wushuang said disapprerovingly: "Wan'er doesn't say no, Master and sister are not clairvoyants, Shunfeng Ear, isn't it!"

Mo Linglong, who was far away in the Youtan Hall, sneezed lightly.

She rubbed her nose with her hand and said, "It must be that little rabbit cub who is talking bad about the old lady behind his back." ”

At this time, she suddenly had a serious face.

On the main hall, a man in a black robe with a bronze ghost face appeared like a ghost.

Mo Linglong squinted slightly and said, "What are you doing here?"

The man said hoarsely: "Next month, the holy war will start in the end of the world!"

"Oh? That's just it, and the "night" palace master will run away in person?"

Night shook her head softly, and a hoarse voice came from under the bronze ghost's face.

"Mo Wushuang, the young master of the Youtan Sect, formerly known as Zhao Wushuang, the son of Zhao Gan, the king of the brave crown, was rescued by you ten years ago in the rainy night, right?"

Mo Linglong's face became colder and colder, and the murderous aura slowly came out.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Haha, don't be nervous, I knew about this ten years ago, I won't hurt him, on the contrary, I will help him. ”

Mo Linglong lightly dispersed her true qi, put her hands behind her back and said, "Help, how to help?"

Night, said: "Of course I helped him get revenge, although Xijin failed this time, it was not a good thing!"

Mo Linglong said: "Xijin declared war on the creation of the world, and you really made the ghost?"

"Just having fun!"

The battle between the two countries of hundreds of thousands is just a joke, Mo Linglong chuckled and stopped talking.

The night figure slowly disappeared, and a voice echoed in the hall for a long time.

"The three armies are kings, and my son is unparalleled in the world. ”