"My lord is here!"
Outside Prince Huai's Mansion, the Xuanyi cavalry who surrounded the Prince's Mansion, after seeing Song Xuan coming on horseback, cautiously moved out of the way.
Hearing the noise outside, the door of Prince Huai's Mansion suddenly opened, and then, an old man walked out of the door.
This old man was thin and had no bones in his cheeks. He was wearing a black-yellow Taoist robe. He held a fly whisk in his left hand and a Taoist seal in his right hand. If he wasn't a little hunched over, at first glance, he looked like a Taoist master.
"Is this the governor Song?"
King Huai bowed his head to Song Xuan and said, "I, the king, and your lord have no grievances in the past and have no enmity in recent days. Why did your lord send people to surround my palace?"
The corner of Song Xuan's mouth raised slightly, "Originally there was no grievance or enmity, but yesterday the Japanese officer killed your daughter. You see, isn't this enmity coming?"
King Huai shook his whisk and said with an indifferent expression: "The water thrown out by the married daughter. Since she has married into the Xiao family, she is a member of the Xiao family. What does her life or death have to do with Pindao?
The poor Taoist is old and has devoted himself to Taoism. He no longer cares about the secular world. Why should you, sir, embarrass me, a bad old man? "
Song Xuan sneered, "The prince is really ruthless. I wonder if he ever felt the slightest bit of intolerance when he was poaching people's hearts and making elixirs?"
King Huai, who was originally indifferent to the world, couldn't help but change his expression when he heard these words, "What do you mean, sir?"
"It's nothing interesting, I just want to tell you that it's time for you to hit the road!"
King Huai's face changed again and again, and he stared at Song Xuan, "I thought you were angry with me because of my daughter. After doing this for a long time, you made such a big fuss, but you came here for those beggars and untouchables. This king’s trouble!”
King Huai's eyes gradually turned cold, with a trace of confusion in his eyes, "Song Xuan, you come from the imperial capital. You should understand that people in this world have always been unequal, and there is no such thing as justice at all.
It's just some untouchables who died. Is this considered a thing?
Although I am not a real prince, I am still a throne that has been passed down from generation to generation since the time of Taizu. Without the emperor's decree, you dare to touch me? "
Song Xuan nodded seriously, "What a coincidence, I really dare!"
King Huai's eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle's, even his hunched back became straighter, and his whole body's aura began to rise.
Behind Song Xuan, Huang Rong's expression changed. She didn't expect that this little old man turned out to be an innate warrior.
She had previously thought about entering the prince's palace at night and secretly taking the prince's dog head. Now it seems that she is still too young. There are many capable people and strangers in this world, and it is far from being as simple as she thought.
call out!
There was a flash of light and shadow, and Song Qian took the lead to take action. A sharp whistle sounded in mid-air from her rapid figure. The Nine Yin Divine Claws were activated, and her five fingers were stretched out like hooks and swords. The terrifying Xuanbing Qi was like five ice swords. A palm struck towards King Huai's face!
"What a speed!"
King Huai's expression changed, he was startled, he shouted loudly, his energy surged all over his body, he could only hear crackling and popping sounds, and the terrifying innate true energy escaped.
At the same time, the fly whisk in King Huai's hand suddenly rose up like a spiritual snake, entwining itself in layers, trying to break Song Qian's claws.
boom!
Jiuyin Divine Claw and Whisk fought hard in mid-air, only to hear a hissing sound, and the energy released by the collision stirred up dust all over the ground and scattered it in all directions.
King Huai snorted, the fly whisk in his hand was broken in half, and a strange red color came out of his face. It was obvious that they had just fought for the first time and he suffered a lot from Jiuyin Divine Claw.
"What kind of martial arts did you perform just now?"
King Huai retreated, suppressing the surging energy in his body, and looked at Song Qian in surprise.
He has lived for more than seventy years, and this is the first time he has encountered such a powerful claw skill.
Song Qian didn't answer, and activated her light body technique to bully her. She heard a cry of sword sound, and the long sword at her waist was suddenly unsheathed.
As soon as the long sword was unsheathed, the dazzling cold light swayed down like the starlight of the twelfth lunar month in winter. When the sword was released, the entire courtyard of Prince Huai's Mansion seemed to be plunged into a sea of ice and snow, and sharp energy filled the surrounding area.
Being shrouded in that chilling Qi, King Huai felt his body tremble, and the Qi in his body actually stagnated slightly under the influence of the cold Qi.
"Could it be that you killed Yi Chou, the green demon hand outside the city?"
After seeing Song Qian's sword, King Huai knew that he could never stop it. In his panic, he had no intention of fighting hard. He touched the ground with his toes and jumped tens of meters like a bird. High in the sky, he was able to dodge Song Qian's sword.
And just when he was lucky enough to feel safe for the time being, Song Xuan, who had been silent, drew his sword.
The light of the sword was like wind and thunder, like a flaming meteor. There was no sign of any powerful sword skills, it was just a simple thrust of the sword into the sky.
Then, King Huai, who was flying high in the sky, only felt a red sword light reflected in his eyes, as if the stars in the sky were pouring into his eyebrows. Then his body stiffened, and all the innate true energy in his body dissipated, with a pop. Falling from a high altitude.
Looking at the corpse of King Huai who had collapsed an attic, Song Xuan waved to Lu Xiaofeng and others behind him.
"Capture all the people from the royal palace, men, women, old and young!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of mysterious knights rushed into the palace and controlled all the palace guards who were already frightened.
Huang Rong walked to the corpse of King Huai and looked at the corpse with the sword energy piercing the forehead. She paused in silence for a while, muttering names one by one in her mouth.
"Dog, Huahua, little slovenly...the traitor who harmed you is dead. Although I didn't kill him myself, I think you can rest in peace now that you are in such trouble."
Song Xuan walked to her side and said calmly: "Why don't you apply a few more cuts to relieve the energy?"
Huang Rong shook her head, raised her face and looked at the handsome and indifferent figure, looking at it without blinking, as if she wanted to remember his figure firmly in her heart.
After a moment, she said with a worried voice: "Brother Song, if you kill King Huai, you will be in a lot of trouble later, right?"
Song Xuan smiled nonchalantly, "Since I dare to kill, I'm not afraid of trouble, and you don't have to worry about it. Even without you, I will still kill King Huai!"
Song Xuan was telling the truth. He originally wanted to kill King Huai, but Huang Rong felt it was a different story.
In order not to make me feel guilty, did he say that on purpose?
When she thought of this, her heart trembled, and an indescribable emotion surged into her heart, "Brother Song, do you think, do you think I..."
Huang Rong felt her voice trembling. At this moment, she felt as if her heart was about to jump into her throat.
Seeing her nervous look, Song Xuan laughed and said: "Are you going to say that you feel useless? In fact, there is no need to feel inferior. Although you are not as strong as you are, you are still young.
With your father's martial arts attainments, if you practice hard with him for a few years, your strength will improve sooner or later! "
Huang Rong's face froze, and the courage she finally mustered up disappeared, and she couldn't say the next words at all.
Seeing Song Xuan's considerate expression, Huang Rong couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.
This evil man is, indeed, still as hateful as ever!
