The prince's words seem to have been said, but those who really understand know that there is no difference whether he said it or not. Hurekelie was indeed injured, but that does not mean that the blood law in the north can be invalidated. , all the men in the north stared fiercely at the position of the wing, but only Hure Kelie, who had only one arm left, was looking at Qingjun.
Seeing the struggle and unwillingness on the other party's face, seeing the will of the North that was about to be wiped out on Qingjun's face, with a tearing sound, Hurekele pulled out the blade of his brother beside him and pointed it towards his fractured right hand. The arm was chopped off, and when no one could react to what happened, a complete arm was chopped off by Hurekele himself. The latter quickly dropped the blade, and the internal force surged in his fingers, cutting several of the arms on his shoulders. The acupuncture points that are about to bleed heavily are sealed.
"elder brother!"
A crowd of people hurriedly gathered around him, and Hurekel, who had lost one of his right arms, had no expression of pain on his face, only a pale expression, and a look of consideration and regret when he looked at Qingjun who raised his head.
"you……"
Qingjun strode over in a hurry, raising his hand to slap his brother for such immature behavior, but when he raised his hand high and looked into the eyes of Hurekele, he saw the look in his eyes. He was considerate and strong, and in the end his palm did not fall on Hurekele's face, but held the other person's shoulders tightly.
Hurekelie shouted loudly: "The duel between me and Su Xuan is canceled from now on. It will be started with a drop of blood and ended with an arm." The huge voice was not explaining to Qingjun in front of him, because he was a northerner. People of this background naturally know the rules, but the culprit of everything in the wing does not. This sentence is also meant for the prince to hear.
"Why are you doing this?"
Qingjun's face was full of pain, but there was no way to solve it, but Hurekelie, a rough and arrogant northern man, was now more careful than anyone else.
"I understand, brother, you can't go against the prince's words, and you can't resist the blood laws of the north, so someone has to stand up and help you share your worries. It was you, brother, who helped us bring us to the rich Central Plains. All of us brothers are willing Share it with you!”
Qingjun's voice was choked, but he couldn't say a word.
Su Xuan stood not far away and did not speak. He just asked himself in his heart: "There must be no bad people in the world..."
"Oh, when did the people in the north become so pretentious!"
An untimely voice appeared in the entire courtyard. Qingjun's face instantly turned cold. He looked at Sen Miao who was sneering at the side. The handle of the nine-ring sword in his hand seemed to be cracked by Qingjun. The Tongyuan Baojie The ring spirit in the middle laughed loudly and responded to Su Xuan: "Nuo, didn't you say that there is nothing in the world but bad people? All these things happened to you today, you are quite lucky!"
In fact, as soon as he heard Sen Miao's words, Su Xuan felt extremely disgusted from the bottom of his heart. He was obviously the most shameless, and now he would mock others for being pretentious. It was really outrageous. If it weren't for his position, Su Xuan would have wanted to do it himself. Stand up and follow Qingjun to curse Senmiao.
Qingjun has been holding back the anger in his heart, but he dare not forget what the prince said, and he cannot live up to his brother's sacrifice for him. So, Qingjun raised his nine-ring sword with one hand, pointed at Sen Miao first, and said in a deep voice : "Sen Miao, my brother's arm will never end with you!"
In the end, he didn't even pay attention to Sen Miao's reply and walked directly towards Su Xuan. The latter stood up straight and was not in a hurry to take action or defend himself. Su Xuan had already seen that the tall northern man in front of him had It is his own way of doing things. Of course, in Su Xuan's view, that method has its own principles and some elements of justice that he admits to it.
The reason why Su Xuan didn't draw his sword immediately was because he took a fancy to Qing Jun's character and knew that Qing Jun couldn't do this kind of thing with his Zhixuan realm and his previous dealing style. Sure enough, Su Xuan couldn't do this kind of thing. As Xuan expected, Qingjun stopped when he was twenty steps away from Su Xuan.
Slowly lowering the handle of the knife in his hand, he took the lead and said to Su Xuan: "I don't know who you are and what your relationship is with the prince, but anyone who blocks the prince from leaving the city will be chopped down by me!"
Su Xuan shrugged his shoulders, not even lifting the two swords with his hands.
"Actually, there is no need for us to fight. As for the prince, from my side, I have no intention of putting him to death. The prince and I have no grudges. Speaking of which, this is just the first time we communicate. But the prince doesn’t seem to want me to feel better.”
"Because you are the emperor's man!" Qingjun's words had already told the whole story. There was only one reason why the two were on opposite sides, and that was their different stances.
"Okay, no more nonsense, pick up your sword! Don't let anyone say that I take advantage of you. If you can still stand here in ten breaths, then you can see the prince!"
Su Xuan smiled hoarsely.
"Whether I pick up the sword or not, as a person in Zhixuan realm, if you confront me, aren't you already taking advantage of me?"
Qing Jun obviously didn't want to waste much time talking to Su Xuan, but shouted in a low voice: "Pick up your sword!"
Su Xuan shook his head slowly and said something to himself.
"I can pick up my sword when I want to, and put it down when I want to, but your sword is different. I won't put it down or pick it up according to your wishes."
Su Xuan slowly lifted the sword blade from the ground. Qingjun did not take action, and he did not count the time now. Su Xuan understood that this was the consciousness of a master. Qingjun was considered upright, and he also had the arrogance of Zhixuan realm. It's a shame for people to make the first move, so Qingjun raised his chin towards Su Xuan and signaled the other party to make the first move.
Now that it has started, the arrow has to be fired on the string. Su Xuan is not polite. He holds the sword in his right hand in front of him, and holds the other Horned Dragon and Wild Goose Feather sword on his waist with his left hand. His right hand is for defense and his left hand is for attack. Su Xuan is brewing. There is not much internal energy in the body, but the bronze-colored internal energy can not only strengthen Su Xuan's grasp of external things, but also mobilize the ancient emperor's blood in his body.
Su Xuan's pupils began to be filled with golden color. The two horned dragon and wild goose feather swords he held in his hands seemed to sense the changes in the master's aura and bloodline, and the sword tips began to tremble involuntarily.
