Chapter 803 Desperate Situation
"Give the order."
These two words were thrown with a sound, which made Lan Xiyu and Yuan Zizhen look tense.
The real person Baihe in front of King Xishuo sneered: "You three have been holding swords for a long time and you can't even cut Hui Jue. With your little skills, it's useless to issue any orders!"
After saying that, she raised her sleeves and was about to take action!
However, the moment she spoke, King Xishuo also moved.
He didn't swing his sword, but took a step back.
At the same time, Lan Xiyu and Yuan Zizhen stepped forward and stood in front of him, raising their swords to fight.
Master Baihe's sword intent suddenly burst out, rushing towards them like a flood, but was finally blocked by the swords of Zhi and Ren. The sword intent splashed out in all directions due to the impact of the two swords, failing to hurt the two of them.
"Do it!"
Yuan Zizhen, who was desperately resisting the sword's intention, was the first to speak and shouted: "Do it now!"
"Do it!" "Do it!" "Do it!"
The crowd immediately responded with a voice of agreement!
Immediately afterwards, among the crowd surrounded by Ning Wushu, the secret envoys, and the imperial guards, a large group of people suddenly gritted their teeth, pulled out their weapons, and slashed at others around them!
Looking at the number of people who suddenly jumped, there were actually nearly half of the people present!
Not only that, the masters from the aristocratic families who had been stationed here also did not hesitate to draw their weapons and rush into the crowd.
Ning Wushu raised his eyebrows: "Suppression!"
After that, she drew out her knife and leaped towards the crowd.
"Yes!"
The emissaries and imperial guards shouted loudly and started to kill those people. After experiencing the initial confusion, the other Jianghu people also quickly reacted. As for Yuan Zhen, Hua Xiaolan, Murong Xuan, Wu Changfeng and others, more Needless to say, he killed him immediately.
"Haha, they're just a bunch of rabble." Hong Zhi sneered, and with a flick of his spear, he wanted to join in the suppression.
But at this moment, a hand gently placed on his shoulder.
Hong Zhi turned around in shock.
"Brother Hong."
That was Ning Wuwang, he sighed softly: "I'm sorry."
The next moment, Hong Zhi's pupils shrank and he watched Ning Wuwang slap him on the chest!
Unimaginable force bombarded him, as if the whole world worked together with it, directly shattering his armor. As a result, he lost his spear and flew backwards. A cloud of blood exploded on his body, and he crashed into the crowd. Among!
"You?!"
Ning Wushu, who was charging into the crowd, turned around suddenly, his eyes widened, and said angrily: "You really are!"
"Little sister..." Ning Wuwang sighed again: "You stay as a brother, are you suspicious? Now that things have happened, what else is there to say..."
After saying that, he raised his hand and waved, and another invisible force swept through the crowd, instantly shocking a large group of people to the point of vomiting blood and retreating!
"Wuwangjian..." Ning Wushu said bitterly: "Father really misjudged you!"
She suddenly turned back and took off her big bow, raised an arrow, and shot out suddenly. This arrow was also attached to the Wuwu Sword, activating the power of heaven and earth, and shot towards Ning Wuwu!
other side.
The chaos in the crowd naturally attracted the attention of Bai He and other powerful men.
Master Jingming and others were all shocked, and then they heard Master Baihe say coldly: "Go ahead, I am enough here."
"With you, is it enough?"
King Xishuo, who was protected by Lan Xiyu and Yuan Zizhen, smiled faintly: "Master Baihe, you can't even break through the fog just now, where do you have the confidence?"
Baihe's pupils shrank.
Immediately afterwards, she saw another white mist rising from King Xishuo!
Bai He was shocked. She subconsciously thought it was the same white mist as before, but then she saw the white mist condensing in the air and converging into a vague human shape.
As soon as this human figure appeared, he raised his hand and pointed at Bai He and the others.
In the next moment, a terrifying force emerged from the hearts of these Dongtian and even Xuanxing realm experts like Bai He!
"Hmm!"
Baihe's eyes suddenly opened, but her eyes were out of focus. She clutched her chest, her breathing became rapid, and she knelt on the ground with a plop.
Not only her, but Master Jingming, Elder Yu, Wu Yue... all the powerful men in the cave heaven realm behind her were all the same.
In fact, their condition was even worse than that of Baihe Zhenren. Baihe could barely hold on, but they immediately fell to the ground. Their eyes were all out of focus and their expressions were extremely frightened, as if they had seen something extremely bizarre.
"How?"
King Xishuo smiled and said: "The world after death is scary, right?"
Fu Qingzhou, who was supported by Wu Yue, also rolled to the ground. He still managed to stay awake, but at this moment he suddenly let out a cry of pain and covered his right hand tightly!
The curse mark on his right hand suddenly emitted a faint black light, causing him great pain, as if it was about to tear his right hand into pieces!
"No..."
Fu Qingzhou groaned in pain and slowly raised the scabbard of the Wang Sword. But in the next moment, the scabbard of the Wang Sword came out of his hand and flew into the hands of the white mist figure!
"Innocent." King Xishuo smiled at him: "You think I don't know what this thing is? You, a disciple of the True Immortal Palace, are just a small guard who keeps this thing for my Zhao family. How dare you compete with the king for a sword?"
The white mist figure did not use the scabbard. It just stretched out its hand and wiped away all the blood on the scabbard. Then it raised its hand and the scabbard fell steadily and was inserted into King Xishuo's belt.
King Xishuo smiled at the desperate and painful Fu Qingzhou and turned away.
Then, he slowly unbuttoned the bright yellow robe, revealing... the plain white cassock underneath!
"Huijue."
He turned around, looked at Huijue, and said with a smile: "Thank you for the cassock. You have also paid a lot for my lord. Since I can't kill you and you can't do anything, just be here...to witness my lord's return."
Huijue looked slightly sleepy and pursed her lips.
Immediately, King Xishuo looked at Jiang Baichuan who was struggling to climb out of the ruins under the high platform.
After a moment of silence, he raised his head and looked at the figure made of white smoke.
"Lord."
He whispered: "Save him?"
The white smoke humanoid did not speak, but pointed at Jiang Baichuan from afar.
In an instant, black blood began to flow out crazily from the wounds on Jiang Baichuan's body, and he also showed an expression of extreme pain. In just a moment, the black blood flowing out of his body almost formed a lake at his feet, and it looked like he was about to Drain his blood.
But instead he smiled, smiled weakly, and murmured: "Life, death, and reincarnation are really mysterious powers..."
After the white smoke figure finished all this, he raised his hand and turned to the square in front.
At this time, there was already a fight in the square.
King Xishuo has a large number of men, but in terms of general strength, they are not as good as Ning Wushu's side.
Thanks to the special training they received some time ago, Fu Qingzhou's friends were constantly charging into the crowd, and their ability to fight in random battles was excellent. They could even compete with ten at the same level, which was quite astonishing, not to mention Ji Yisong, a martial arts expert. The peak military king.
But...on the other side, there is Ning Wuwu.
A strong man in the cave heaven realm.
The powerful men in the cave heaven realm on their side have all been controlled by the white smoke figure. The only Hong Zhi was also injured by Ning Wuwu's sneak attack. Ning Wushu could not stop his elder brother at all.
For a moment, Ning Wuwang was in a deserted place, and the situation controlled by Yuan Zhen, Murong Xuan, Hua Xiaolan and the others quickly fell to the other side after he joined.
Not to mention... at this moment, the white smoke humanoid hand pointed over.
With a buzzing sound, all the people who did not belong to King Xishuo's camp opened their eyes wide at the same time and saw an extremely terrifying scene!
At the bottom of the turbid yellow river, there are countless miserable souls.
They are wailing, tearing each other apart, crying, laughing...
Those extreme emotions rushed into everyone's mind, almost driving them crazy!
What is this emotion?
These are the most extreme emotions that countless people feel before they die. They remain after people die and become the basis for supporting the existence of these innocent souls.
This... is not an emotion that ordinary people can bear.
For a moment, these people all fell to the ground screaming, unable to get up again!
King Xishuo smiled slightly and turned his attention to his son... who was not far away.
Zhao Hao supported Hua Wuying and had already arrived under the high platform very early.
From the moment King Xishuo shouted the "order", he just stood there blankly, watching everything.
At this time, when he saw his father's gaze, he just pursed his lips and said nothing.
"Be careful."
King Xishuo said calmly: "My father will give you one last chance to find out the fake emperor who stole the country and bring him to my father. We, father and son... will put aside our past hatred."
After saying that, he actually raised his hand and threw the ceremonial sword out from a distance!
Zhao Hao raised his hand, caught the gift sword, and looked at the sword in his hand with extremely complicated eyes.
(End of chapter)