Chapter 189: The Golden Palace Stained with Blood

The eyes of dozens of sergeants were full of fierceness, Zhou's body exuded a momentum like a tiger and a wolf, the black armor flashed with a cold light, and the blades in his hands were even more clanging. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ji Yuanhao's eyes were gloomy, and he was indescribably arrogant, this was the most elite team in front of him, with less than a thousand people, but all of them were high-level martial artists, and some even vomited away to martial arts.

"Take it!" Ji Yuanhao shouted again.

The little emperor Murong Xun sat on it, just looking at it lightly, without the slightest word.

"Wait!"

Zhao Haochen also shouted, and slowly took out a token from his arms, and the words "Emperor Envoy" shone clearly.

"Who dares to take me?"

The majestic voice was unquestionable, and he shook it around, and sure enough, when he saw this token, everyone respectfully stepped aside.

"Prime Minister, why don't you bow down when you see the token? Don't you want to rebel?" Zhao Haochen looked at him very proudly, his words were sharp, and he was charged with rebellion as soon as he came up, you know, if it is done, even the Ji family of the eight great families will not be able to protect him.

"Take it!" Ji Yuanhao shouted again, and from the outside, a group of troops swarmed in, each wearing heavy armor and carrying a steel knife at his waist, with a superb momentum, Zhao Haochen glanced at it, and couldn't help but show a trace of surprise in his eyes.

"The Ji family is really generous, and they are all martial arts cultivators. Zhao Haochen looked at Ji Yuanhao and said with sincere approval, seeing the arrival of this army, the little emperor's face changed, and Ji Yuanhao was proud, but Zhao Haochen's next sentence made him feel unbelievable, "I just don't know if there is so much less martial cultivation, will the Ji family still have the strength to tie for the eight great families?"

Ji Yuanhao snorted heavily, his face was full of disdain, maybe the Ji family would have the power of the Zhou Yuan Realm, but it was absolutely impossible for the land true immortals of the Yu Yuan Realm to exist, otherwise they would have dominated the Dongyu Kingdom long ago.

The most important thing for a family is the martial arts cultivation of the Wasteland Realm, and if there is no successor, the family will fall in a few years, and even the situation is not as good as some small people in the market.

Every family has more or less several enemies, and there is also the wealth of the family for thousands of years.

The family also has the sorrow of the family, and the Shengdou Xiaomin also has the luck of the small people.

"Speak wildly!" Ji Yuanhao said.

"No, no, no, my lordship is wrong, I was assassinated on the way back to Beijing, which gave me a headache, but this handsome man is brave and good at fighting, and after some fighting, he finally escaped. ”

Hearing Zhao Haochen say this, Ji Yuanhao's heart hanging in the air also fell, and it was good that those people didn't die.

"There are thirty-three people in the group, and Ben Shuai has killed all of them, but none of them escaped!" Zhao Haochen stopped, looking at Ji Yuanhao's expression that gradually turned from excitement to hideous, Ji Yuanhao's heart twitched.

With so many Wu Xiu dead, even he couldn't escape the punishment of the family, his face was full of resentment and madness, for the sake of now, it was to kill Zhao Haochen, maybe he still had a chance of life.

"Kill!"

"Iron Bull, you are also on!"

Ji Yuanhao did not let Tie Niu protect him, but also let him participate in the killing of Zhao Haochen.

The civil and military officials were all very knowledgeable and obediently hid aside, while Murong Xun hid behind the dragon chair, only poking out his head, paying attention to the chaotic battle.

Dozens of people from the Ji family all poured into the main hall and surrounded Zhao Haochen.

The Jinluan Hall can accommodate more than 100 people, and it seems very spacious, and the dozens of martial artists who come in at this moment are not crowded, not to mention that the hundred officials have given up most of the places.

With Ji Yuanhao's order, dozens of people's swords blocked Zhao Haochen's upper and lower levels at the same time, and the cold light slashed towards his body.

The cold murderous aura was stirring in the air, and in the terrifying gaze of everyone, Zhao Haochen's eyes were closed instead, very peaceful.

Did he think that he was going to die, and he didn't resist, and wanted to have a good time?

Prime Minister Ji Yuanhao's face was full of smiles at the moment, as bright as the flowers blooming in March, "Hahaha! Zhao Haochen will be arrested, I don't have the kind heart to spare your life, if you want to blame yourself, it's too boring." ”

The frightened officials also accepted this fate, after all, facing the elite of the Ji family alone, the winning rate was too slim, and it was the Ji family.

The little emperor who was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, his face was full of fear, he didn't care about the smell of urine all over his body, praying that this battle would not affect him, and all the good intentions in his heart before were all dissipated.

The sword is like a dragon.

Zhao Haochen's sword drew a streamer in the air, and the swords clashed between breaths, and the dozens of swords that slashed and killed the past were all broken in half without exception, his legs were bent, and then he jumped up hard, his feet continued to kick, and he rotated in mid-air, like a wall on the eaves of the cornice, and every Ji family martial artist was hit by a heavy kick.

The muffled snort sounded one after another, and Zhao Haochen's figure fell to the ground, and with only one move, he put all the martial artists on the ground.

At this time, Ji Yuanhao's eyes only had endless horror.

The sword in Zhao Haochen's hand pointed obliquely at the ground, his eyes were cold, as if the lake had been dead for a thousand years, and a bone-chilling chill burst out of it, ruthless, indifferent, and arrogant.

Ji Yuanhao looked at it, his heart trembled heavily, and in a trance, the temperature around him dropped sharply at a terrifying speed, and in the vast world, he was alone, and the bone-chilling coldness ruthlessly eroded his body.

He hugged his body tightly, curled up together, his confused and frightened eyes secretly raised from time to time, and looked around.

This is Zhao Haochen's spiritual realm, or the realm of Hong Yuanjing's masters.

Once you fall into it, it is difficult to extricate yourself, this is the horror of the master of Hong Yuan Realm.

I think that the ancestor of the Bloodstained Mountain Villa was not proficient in this field, but he could only break through the threshold, otherwise Zhao Haochen would definitely not have survived that day.

Along the way, Zhao Haochen has killed too many masters of Hong Yuan Realm, not to mention far away, just the three brothers of the Ji family, who are real masters of Hong Yuan Realm, they can also exude this kind of realm, but first, the scene is too chaotic, and second, Zhao Haochen's cultivation is higher than them, so it only makes the scene more chaotic.

The iron bull beside Ji Yuanhao stepped out in one step, and the towering heavy suppression of the audience was like a mountain, and for a while, everyone felt unprecedented steadfastness in their hearts.