Chapter 138: The palace fights

The two did not move their swords, one sitted and the other stood, but no one moved, so they were deadlocked, and in the room, a rushing killing intent swept across the sky, and the cold killing intent came from the surface, making the subordinates who were waiting outside a little uncontrollable. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Layers of cold sweat flowed down his back, the housekeeper kept wandering back and forth outside, the anxiety in his eyes was difficult to hide, and the sharp murderous aura was unstoppable, lingering on the periphery of the palace, all the servants were trembling, and hurriedly retreated, and the old housekeeper looked inside with some concern.

"How can this be? A hairy child has brought such danger to the prince, it really shouldn't be!" wandered in place dozens of times, and casually beckoned a servant and obliquely sent a note to him urgently.

"Hurry up, you must hurry, hand it over to the deputy general of the Praetorian Guard, there must be no mistake!" the old butler told bitterly, his brows had already wrinkled, and the deep wrinkles outlined his old age.

"You, you, you go and tell Madame Fuzhong not to go out and walk around, and stay in the attic. The old butler nodded three more in a row.

"And you, go and ask Zhou Hong to take the lead!"

The old housekeeper hurriedly began to arrange, under the order of the old housekeeper, after a while, a team of guards in the palace surrounded the palace in a neat and orderly manner, the soldiers held soldiers, shields, and the air was blocked by dense arrows, I believe that even a bird in the real sense could not fly out.

The two were still confronting each other, not knowing that there had been a shocking wave outside because of their actions.

In less than a quarter of an hour's work, the Imperial City Guards, who were covered in iron armor and exuded iron and blood all over their bodies, rushed to the scene, and even more blocked the entire huge palace siege.

Several iron-blooded generals, with angry flames on their bodies, their majestic momentum was breathtaking, and the sky-high evil qi went straight to the sky, and the momentum of Zhao Haochen and Murong Yang was disturbed into three strands, surrounding the two of them in the middle, eyeing each other.

Because he didn't know that it was Murong Yang's majestic momentum, this military spirit didn't dare to make the slightest move, for fear of hurting Murong Yang.

Zhao Haochen's heart was filled with a deep worry, if this continued, when the strong man who was really familiar with Murong Yang's momentum arrived, then he would be crushed by a blow, and he would even lose his qualification to negotiate with Murong Xun.

Just when he was anxious in his heart, another strong momentum disturbed the two of them in a domineering posture, and they made contact with the souls of the two respectively, as if a person's nose sniffed, that is, as if he knew something, and a sense of crisis inexplicably climbed into Zhao Haochen's heart.

This last sudden momentum seemed to be pulling the momentum of the army outside, forming some kind of formation, and the two momentum that had just sensed it and were about to launch an attack were suddenly attacked by Zhao Haochen's momentum.

Hundreds of soldiers took a step back in unison, their backs were cold, they felt as if an earth-shattering sword had grazed their throats, and their faces became a little ugly, but they were all secretly glad for the rest of their lives.

For them, Zhao Haochen's body suddenly burst out with sharp sword qi, like the god of death wielding a sickle, ruthlessly harvesting their own grain.

"Boom!"

Zhao Haochen only felt the thunder in his mind, and hurriedly looked inside, only to see that the sword was curled up in a corner, the corners of his mouth were still hung with red blood stains, and the lightning and thunder were on the top of his head, ready to fall at any time, the sword had a black scar on his body, and the hot blood was gurgling out of his body, and his breath was getting weaker and weaker.

"Why are you so stupid?!" Zhao Haochen stood aside, his sad eyes showed unbearable, and his heartache was unbearable, he couldn't wait for this lightning to fall on him, but fate played tricks, he couldn't bear it for the sword.

He had tried to take the initiative to bear the calamity, but the result was only double the thunder tribulation.

He could only look at it from afar, crying silently.

As the saying goes, men don't flick when they have tears, but they haven't reached the sad place.

"I'm stupid, aren't you stupid? Do you know what will happen to you if I make a move late?" Jianzi's face was full of smiles, not as tragic as when he suffered the thunderstorm, but Zhao Haochen knew that he just didn't want to make himself sad.

"Stupid, we are all stupid, we are brothers all our lives!"

With tears in his eyes, silently watching him endure the thunderstorm, Zhao Haochen clenched his fists, his nails were embedded in the flesh, the dripping blood stains hit the ground, and there were two figures standing in the cold and dead space, spanning the ages, resolute and unyielding.

Zhao Haochen's eyes looked straight at the sky, and the heart-wrenching pain made his eyes turn into the source of the Ganges, and a steady stream of tears slipped down his cheeks.

The regent Murong Yang looked at Zhao Haochen, for some reason, Zhao Haochen was stunned, as if he was out of the world, and then looked at his hands dripping with blood stains, hitting the wide hall, bringing a burst of clarity.

After a long time, Zhao Haochen came to his senses and smiled apologetically at Murong Yang, which can be regarded as the winner's feedback to the loser, Murong Yang also nodded and motioned for Zhao Haochen to take a seat.

"Lord Wang!"

Zhou Hong, the palace guard, shouted urgently outside, for fear that something would happen to him.

"Stand down, this king is well!"

After receiving Murong Yang's affirmative recovery, Zhou Hong was relieved, and the thousands of troops outside the palace retreated like a tide.

Weichen went straight to the point, and he didn't play dumb riddles with the prince. To tell the truth, Weichen came to the palace in the hope of getting a position here and glorifying his ancestors. Zhao Haochen said.

Murong Yang picked up the tea on the table, tasted it slowly, and said, "Isn't the position of the 'imperial envoy' still able to feed your appetite, you must know that insatiable greed will not end well." ”

Zhao Haochen smiled slightly, unceremoniously picked up the teacup on the table, and poured the tea on his own, "It seems that the prince still can't let go of his hands and feet, then I advise the prince to quickly pack his bags, find a farmer, and settle down, otherwise His Majesty is in charge of the mountains and rivers, and the prince's life is uncertain." ”

"Oh?" an intriguing smile appeared on the corner of Murong Yang's mouth, and there was no one who dared to talk to him like this so far, "You talk about it, otherwise you can only come in sideways and lie down and go out." ”

Zhao Haochen raised his head and laughed, in the eyes of others, this is undoubtedly provoking Murong Yang's majesty, but this prince does not see it that way, although the Sword Emperor Pavilion has fallen, the strength of the Holy King Hall and Xuantianmen is far inferior to the imperial court, but the strength still plays a key role, and it is precisely by virtue of this that Zhao Haochen is qualified to drink tea with this powerful prince here.

Or rather, the strength of the sword.