Chapter 799 Internal Strife (Part 1)
Seeing Zhao Yuan appear, King Xishuo was not surprised but overjoyed.
His pupils shrank first, and then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"It's you..."
He said softly: "It is not the behavior of a monarch to put himself in danger."
Zhao Yuan said leisurely: "Didn't you say that I am not the emperor? Now you admit it?"
"It's a useless argument." King Xishuo smiled slightly: "You are here, but you save me too many chores. ... Take action and catch him."
After finishing speaking, Lan Xiyu was the first to fly out, turning into an afterimage and rushing towards Zhao Yuan with a wisdom sword in hand.
Yuan Zizhen followed closely behind, making secrets with both hands, and the Ren sword roared out with a clang, stabbing towards Zhao Yuan.
“Wait, wait!”
Zhao Hao was shocked and exclaimed.
But while he was shouting, Zhao Yuan moved.
This emperor didn’t know how to practice at all, and naturally he didn’t have any martial arts skills, let alone magic. He simply slammed the scabbard of the royal sword in his hand onto the ground!
With a buzz, an unimaginable force vibrated around, as if the entire white mist was trembling slightly.
Lan Xiyu's shadowy figure was instantly broken. She snorted softly and flew back as if she had hit a wall. She fell back to King Xishuo, her eyes full of tears. Surprised; Renjian was also blown away by this force, fluttering and spinning back to Yuan Zizhen's hand.
"Don't want to say it?"
Zhao Yuan said coldly: "Then don't say it...Brother Fu!"
He threw the scabbard of the Wang Sword violently, and the scabbard screamed to the ground. Then he flew out and shuttled through the white mist like a spiritual fish. In the blink of an eye, he crossed a distance of dozens of feet and flew to Fu Qingzhou's side.
Fu Qingzhou, half dead and exhausted, seemed to feel something in his heart. The hand hanging slumped by his side suddenly raised and grasped the scabbard.
His body and hands were covered with bloodstains from previous battles. As soon as he held the scabbard, the blood naturally smeared on it.
"Don't let him use the scabbard!"
King Xishuo said in a deep voice: "Mr. Jiang, Master Huijue, take action - my lord is waiting... Fu Qingzhou can die, but his right hand must stay!"< br>
While speaking, he himself raised his ceremonial sword and looked at Zhao Yuan from a distance.
Zhao Yuan squinted his eyes, slowly stretched out a hand, and shook it.
A strange bracelet hangs on his wrist. It looks somewhat similar to the metal bracelet Fu Qingzhou used to store the Eight Swords of Kings, but it seems to have sharper edges.
"You have a ceremonial sword, and I have a punishment sword."
Zhao Yuan smiled slightly and said: "Uncle, do you want to give it a try?"
King Xishuo was silent, just holding his hand He saluted the sword but did not move. The two of them were in a stalemate.
But on the other side, there was no stalemate at all. After King Xishuo shouted "take action", white mist swept up behind him. The figures of Jiang Baichuan and Huijue suddenly appeared, and Lan Xiyu and Yuan Zizhen and Zizhen also took action at the same time!
Hearing the words "Fu Qingzhou can die", a flash of dissatisfaction flashed in Huijue's eyes, but he concealed it well.
Jiang Baichuan, on the other hand, had an expressionless face and flew over with a long sword that he had snatched from an unknown person in his right hand.
The four of them, together with Lan Xiyu and Yuan Zizhen, attacked Fu Qingzhou together. The momentum was so strong that it made the heaven and earth tremble. Zhao Hao could no longer hold on despite facing this murderous intention. He suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell backwards. He could no longer hold Hua Wuying up, and they both fell to the ground.
Fu Qingzhou, who was half dead, actually stood still.
He held up the scabbard of the Wang Sword and said hoarsely: "Chu Xianghong, she is still one of yours... Mingjiang Pavilion was also deeply infiltrated. She was able to pass on the news."
What do you have in your right hand? Naturally, it is the curse mark left by the smoker.
Naturally, only Chu Xianghong knew that this curse mark was related to the Lord's "Nine Transformations of the Styx".
However, this is not important anymore.
From the very beginning, Fu Qingzhou had been waiting for this moment.
Hua Wuying's hibernation and explosion, and the chaos of the immortal thunder formation, one after another, are just to let them see that they have been forced into a desperate situation, all their cards are out, and they are almost dead. dropped state. Only in this way... will their cruel and vicious nature be revealed.
But this white mist blocked the eyes of people all over the world.
We need to find a way...
Fu Qingzhou pursed his lips and faced the four people who were coming towards him.
With the scabbard of Wang Jian in his hand, he could not feel the murderous intention that shocked Zhao Hao to the point of vomiting blood. Not only that, but there was an inexplicable force coming from the scabbard, which interacted with the De sword and stirred in his body. Ripples appeared, causing his physical strength to recover quickly.
But he also knew that the scabbard alone was not enough.
Back in Jin Chan Temple, this scabbard could barely repel Huijue, and couldn't even kill him.
Now...
Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes, changed the scabbard from his right hand to his left hand, put his right hand behind his back to hold the German sword, and waved the scabbard in front of him with his left hand.
White mist suddenly billowed up.
That was not because he used any powerful moves, but... he was attracted by the scabbard and started to rush towards the scabbard!
The thick white mist that filled the surrounding area was sucked into the scabbard at an unimaginable speed!
In just a moment, the white mist around a few people has been swept away. It is estimated that in a short time, all the white mist in the Xuanmeng Square will be absorbed by the scabbard!
Seeing this, Jiang Baichuan, who was already at the front, went a little faster.
The injury he suffered should be the most serious in the game.
Countless blood holes were broken all over his body, and what was dripping out was already stinking black blood. What was exposed under the tattered clothes were pieces of skin and flesh that were turned out, and the bones were deeply visible. His face was even more damaged. There was no trace of life in sight, just like a dead person.
But at this time, his killing intent and fighting intent are at their strongest. With one sword, he is invincible!
But just when Jiang Baichuan's sword was about to approach Fu Qingzhou, a hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed his ankle.
That hand conveyed huge power, almost crushing his ankle!
Jiang Baichuan turned around in horror.
The one who stopped his momentum... was Hui Jue? !
"Buddha, you must not die."
Huijue said calmly.
The moment he made a sound, his other hand suddenly grabbed the Zhijian handed out by Lan Xiyu. At the same time, there was another golden hand under his left rib that broke through the flesh and flesh and pinched it. The benevolent sword handed out by Motoko!
“Huijue, you!”
Yuanzi said in surprise.
"Buddha, you must not die."
Huijue said dullly again.
He burst out with all his strength, violently throwing Jiang Baichuan, Lan Xiyu, and Yuan Zizhen away, and then landed lightly in front of Fu Qingzhou.
"Yo."
Not far away, Zhao Yuan looked at this scene and smiled at King Xishuo: "Uncle Emperor, it seems that you are in internal strife?"
"..."
King Xishuo frowned and ordered: "Huijue is useless. Since the fog is about to clear... kill him."
Jiang, Lan, Yuan San After the person landed, he raised his eyes again and looked at Huijue.
Hui Jue ignored them. He clasped his hands together, raised his eyes to look at Fu Qingzhou, and said softly: "Buddha, poor... ugh!"
Halfway through the words, Fu Qingzhou pulled out suddenly With his right hand, the virtue sword pierced Huijue's chest fiercely!
"Your internal strife will not prevent me from killing you."
He sneered: "You came at the right time today. It's time to settle your grudges with the world."
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