Chapter 820 Blocking the Road
On the road, there is a horse riding Juechen, running like the wind.
It's Zhao Yuan.
As the king of a country, his riding skills were not bad at all. At this time, he was riding a white horse, with a straight face, low body, kicking the horse's belly, and driving wildly.
The clothes of the Mingjiange Secret Envoy had long been discarded by him, and he had put on the simplest and plainest cloth. He also covered his face with plaster, making it difficult to see his original appearance.
But even so, when he saw a large group of people not far ahead of Qianguan Road, he still reined in the reins suddenly.
"Are they from them..."
Zhao Yuan's eyebrows jumped slightly.
He didn't dare to gamble.
He had great faith in Fu Qingzhou's abilities, but King Xishuo's methods also exceeded his imagination.
No...not King Xishuo.
It's the white mist figure.
If it weren't for it, maybe Brother Fu's plan would have been successful!
Thinking of this, Zhao Yuan's eyebrows jumped again.
He saw it and saw it easily taking the scabbard of the King's Sword into his hand!
That's... the late emperor? Father?
But the white mist didn't speak or show anything from beginning to end. It had only an outline, and it even clung to King Xishuo from beginning to end.
Is that really his father?
If not for him, how could he hold the scabbard of the King's Sword?
Since Fu Qingzhou of Jinchan Temple used the scabbard to fight off Hui Jue last time, Zhao Yuan returned to the palace and did a lot of homework.
He finally knew the origin of this scabbard - it was hundreds of years ago, when the True Immortal Palace was cast by the founder of Dayan.
Yes, it is not a sword but a scabbard!
It is said that at that time, the Holy Ancestor obtained an extremely powerful and domineering divine sword. Even the Holy Ancestor's supreme power could not control it, so he had to ask the True Immortal Palace to create a scabbard that could accommodate and suppress all things. Use it to store the divine sword.
Later, even the birth of the Eight Swords of Kings was related to the original divine sword...but what the relationship was, there is no record.
But there is no doubt that this royal sword scabbard is an heirloom of the Zhao royal family.
Of course, the disciples of the True Immortal Palace can also use it. After all, the scabbard was forged by them, and they can also use it.
Zhao Yuan no longer finds it strange that he can use it and Fu Qingzhou can use it.
The strange thing is that the white mist human form can also be used!
Why?
Could it be that...
Then, as an emperor, what should I do next...
While thinking about it, Zhao Yuan had already pulled the reins, changed the direction of the horse, and got into the small forest next to the official road.
King Xishuo is well prepared and has endless means, and he has already shown himself in front of them. Who knows if there will be someone arranged by them in the officialdom?
So, without hesitation, he got into the woods and stopped taking the main road.
But less than a quarter of an hour after walking, a tripping rope suddenly appeared on the ground in the forest!
The horses collided unpreparedly, neighed, and fell down!
Zhao Yuan was shocked, fell to the ground and rolled over, but before he could stand upright, there were sudden gusts of wind all around.
He didn't dare to neglect and immediately extended his right hand!
On his right hand, hung a simple metal bracelet, which suddenly emitted an extremely sharp black light, swinging around!
Clang, clank, clank!
Wherever the light went, the sound of sharp and killing swords sounded, followed by a burst of screams.
Thump thump thump, a dozen corpses fell to the ground one after another.
Zhao Yuan was breathing heavily, with sweat on his forehead. He slowly stood up and looked around.
"Your Majesty is indeed right."
A female voice sounded in the forest: "Although the false emperor holds a torture sword, he has no practice and is weak. He will be exhausted after just a little effort... Twelve Earthly Branches, take him down."
Zhao Yuan's pupils shrank. I saw a person slowly walking out of the forest.
The person directly in front of him was none other than Zhao Xia... In terms of seniority, she was still his cousin.
In the forest shrouded in darkness, twelve figures slowly emerged one after another.
Zhao Yuan knew that those were the "Twelve Earthly Branches" under King Xishuo. Although they were not particularly strong in realm, they all practiced some weird techniques from the Western Regions, which were very different from the Central Plains techniques and were difficult to deal with.
"Zhao Xia?"
But he was not afraid, and just sneered: "As a member of the Zhao royal family, and with the grace of my emperor, you dare to attack me! Do you know that this is a crime of treason!"
"Haha, I owe you the favor of the Zhao royal family, not your fake emperor."
Zhao Xia also sneered back: "Let's capture him without any mercy!"
After saying that, she waved her hand vigorously.
The twelve Earthly Branches obeyed the order and suddenly swayed at the same time and rushed towards Zhao Yuan!
Zhao Yuan had never practiced cultivation. To him, these people's movements were like strong winds and huge waves, which he could not see and resist at all. He could only wave his right hand violently!
In an instant, the metal bracelet turned into a black light, and the light condensed into a thick, straight black sword in his hand!
"The emperor will be punished!"
Zhao Yuan shouted violently: "I say, you are guilty!"
In an instant, the black light from the long sword flew towards the twelve earthly branches, but did not stab them. Instead, it turned into twelve chains, binding them tightly!
They had just taken about five steps closer to Zhao Yuan and were about to take action when they were suddenly tightly entangled by these black chains. If they couldn't even take an inch further, they would plop down one by one on the ground.
Those chains were not only binding them, but were also tightening and began to embed themselves into their flesh, squeezing out traces of blood and causing them to roar in pain!
And Zhao Yuan... also vomited a mouthful of blood.
"Fake emperor, you still have a skill."
Zhao Xia didn't seem to be afraid of the punishment sword. Instead, he smiled slightly: "But... that's it."
As she spoke, she waved her hand, and a writing brush as thick as her forearm slipped out of her sleeve and was held in her hand.
Immediately afterwards, she was seen waving her pen and writing rapidly in the air.
Wherever the pen touched, a golden talisman suddenly appeared and flew straight towards Zhao Yuan.
Zhao Yuan covered his chest, coughed up blood, and reluctantly raised the punishment sword...
when!
The talisman hit the punishment sword, making a sound of gold and iron. Then the talisman dissipated, but Zhao Yuan spat out a large mouthful of blood again, flew several feet away, and rolled to the ground in a state of embarrassment.
"Bold..."
He was holding on to the ground, his face as gray as dirt: "It turned out... to me..."
"Soon, you will no longer be the emperor." Zhao Xia smiled lightly.
As Zhao Yuan exhausted all his strength, the light on the punishment sword gradually dissipated, and the black chains binding the twelve earthly branches shattered.
Although they had been severely injured and bloody by these chains, they were all practitioners with extraordinary strength after all. These injuries could not make it difficult for them to get up seriously. Soon, they all got up.
They panted and slowly moved towards Zhao Yuan.
Zhao Yuan lay prone on the ground, coughing up blood. How could he, who was born into a noble family, have ever suffered such an injury? By now he was so tired that he didn't even have the energy to blink.
But it’s impossible if I don’t get up...
Soon, one of the twelve Earthly Branches who was walking at the front stood in front of Zhao Yuan, with a sullen face and stretched out his hand to him.
But just when he was about to touch Zhao Yuan, a purple sword light suddenly fell from the sky and cut off the man's hand at the wrist!
The man yelled in pain and took a few steps back while covering his wrist. The others were also shocked, and even Zhao Xia's pupils shrank.
The next moment, a figure fell from the sky and landed steadily.
"Your Majesty."
The person with long hair and purple skirt flying in the air, with a charming smile on his face, stood in front of Zhao Yuan and said softly: "I am here to save you~"
Come, Zi Fei.
(End of chapter)