Chapter 231: I'll Kill You

At noon, the sun is thick, the whole imperial city is full of murderous atmosphere, the people who come and go are in a hurry, no one dares to speak loudly, look up to show people, today is the day when Zhao Haochen's army is pulled, the majesty is more solemn than before, of course, there are only 100,000 people with Zhao Haochen, and the vanguard army has already set off. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the gate of Huajing City, Zhao Haochen was dressed in a military uniform, his snow-white armor was particularly eye-catching, his feet were black boots, the red silk of the hat and helmet on his head was flying in the wind, and under the hat and helmet was a domineering little face.

"The Holy King's Hall is harmful to all sentient beings, and Your Majesty has ordered us to sweep away the Holy King's Palace. All officers and men should work hard to kill the enemy and defend their homes and country!"

Zhao Haochen's voice was not loud, but it carried a shocking courage.

"Flatten the Holy King's Hall and capture the Holy King alive!"

"Flatten the Holy King's Hall and capture the Holy King alive!

"Flatten the Holy King's Hall and capture the Holy King alive!

The majestic momentum shook the heavens and the earth, and the huge Huajing City echoed with the roars of these 100,000 people.

In the corner, a middle-aged man in a green robe, holding a wine gourd in his hand, looked at this casually, a sneering smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a chilling cold light flashed in his narrow eyes, almost crushing Zhao Haochen.

"It's overwhelming!"

With a mutter, he turned around and disappeared into the depths of the alley.

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The sound of horses' hooves, the whole army marched forward, the sunset hung lazily in the sky, the earth was dyed with a layer of red, and the sky was a little dark.

"Camp and set up!" Zhao Haochen gave an order, as a sword, he already knew a lot about military affairs in the Sword Emperor Pavilion, and it was most unsafe to march at night, and once the jungle beasts in the deep mountains were disturbed, it would also bring a lot of losses to the army.

The army stopped, and the sergeants gathered together, some were making ingots and stakes, some were pulling tents, and some were solving the food for the soldiers.

In the barracks, smoke rose from the cooking stove, and in a short time, the rich aroma of the food spread to the surroundings.

"Well, it's quite fragrant! It seems that Lao Tzu has a good mouth!"

The sergeants were in a trance, feeling as if something was floating in front of them, and when they looked down, the pheasant that had just been roasted on the grill was gone.

"What's going on?" "Four sergeants, you look at me, I look at you, a look of helplessness.

"Maybe some animal took it!" said one of them, guessingly.

Another person became interested and asked curiously, "What kind of animal is that, it flies so fast that it takes our pheasant away in the blink of an eye?"

In the jungle, the young man held the greasy chicken in both hands and gnawed it with a big mouthful, not paying the slightest attention to the sergeants.

"Okay, don't worry about it, let's take another test quickly, this time you have to look at it, otherwise we won't be able to afford it if we delay the big handsome's diet!" urged the eldest of them.

"Yes, yes, yes!" the other three nodded quickly and got busy.

After a while, the roast chicken exuded a rich fragrance, and the fragrance wafted all over the wild.

"Look at it! Don't lose it again!"

At the same time, the young man in the jungle burped, stroked his round belly with both hands, and stretched a big lazy waist, which was really comfortable.

"It's time to do it!"

In the big tent, Zhao Haochen sat cross-legged, walked the dantian in anger, traveled all over the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and his spiritual power was churning up and down, almost about to break through.

"Hmm, no, no!" Zhao Haochen shook his head, feeling that there were always some obstacles in his cultivation, and the effect was not as good as expected, and his spiritual power was wandering for a week, and he still didn't feel right.

"Forget it, I don't want to!" Zhao Haochen shook his head and was about to get up, when suddenly he felt a slight tremor in the air, and in an instant, his divine consciousness spread overwhelmingly.

He sensed it, and a shadow dared to come towards him like lightning, and the speed was incomparable.

"There is an enemy!" his vigilance was so cautious that he could detect the enemy in an instant, but what made him different was that the speed at which this person rushed over was simply too fast, and even he felt that it was not enough.

In just a few breaths, the figure silently passed through dozens of tents and reached its tent.

"Boom!"

This person didn't talk nonsense, he had already determined that Zhao Haochen was indeed in the tent at the moment, and he shot directly unscrupulously, and his tough palm instantly became the size of five zhang, and with a bang, he slapped towards the tent where Zhao Haochen was.

Heaven and earth were shaken, such a great force made Zhao Haochen feel a strong killing intention, but he had already prepared, Zhao Haochen's figure was also not slow, the moment he made his move, he flashed and leaped, almost rubbing the huge palm.

However, the strong palm wind still made his heart shake, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of bright red blood sprayed to the ground like a sharp arrow.

Such a great power naturally alarmed many people, and in an instant, dense torches lit up the dark night sky, as bright as day.

This shadow stood still, and did not rush to attack, but looked at Zhao Haochen, behind him was an army of 100,000 besieging him, but this middle-aged man didn't care at all, and didn't take it to heart at all.

Zhao Haochen saw clearly that it was a middle-aged man, his cyan robe was hunting in the cold wind, and the black and thick hair on his head was fluttering in the wind, he was standing there, but Zhao Haochen's pupils were constricted, and he felt the huge threat brought to him by the person in front of him.

"Who are you? Why did you attack my military camp overnight?" Zhao Haochen stood up, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"I'm here to kill you!" the middle-aged man's tone was flat, and there was no wave.

Zhao Haochen's eyes narrowed slightly, the cold in his eyes was even stronger, a pair of black eyes seemed to be about to destroy the heaven and the earth, kill something, his body was surging with sharp swords, and the long sword on his waist was also held in his hand, Zhao Haochen stood there, as if Zhao Haochen was a divine sword between heaven and earth, which could split the sun and the moon and reverse the world.

"That's right, it's kind of interesting. The young man's expression was faint, but then he changed his words, "You still want to die!"

The young man lightly had a pair of fleshy palms, sometimes turning his palms into knives, and sometimes directly and vigorously slapping them, and the speed was jaw-dropping.

Zhao Haochen didn't dare to take it hard, and the long sword in his hand danced one sword flower after another, which was equal to the young people, not only could not hurt the young people in the slightest, but also protected himself strictly.

"Boy, you're going to lose sooner or later!"

Zhao Haochen knew that what the young man said was true, he was shrouded in all directions, and he would not give him a chance, but this would require a lot of internal strength, and he would not be able to support it for long, and he would lose sooner or later.