When she saw the familiar yet strange back, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her face turned pale, and her body began to tremble violently. So much so that her five fingers clenched the young lord tightly. Zhao Xun's face was full of pain because of the pain, but just like her, when he saw the back, he forgot the pain in an instant and only felt fear.
Like fish, insects, and mayflies suddenly saw a flood dragon crossing the river.
It was a tall and slender figure, two blades hanging from his waist. He was currently standing under the opposite wall, one hand resting on the edge of the chair, his head raised as he looked at the somewhat crude map of Liang Mang Pass.
She bit her lips so hard that blood oozed out but she didn't realize it.
King of Jing An and Zhao Xun's backs were instantly soaked with cold sweat.
The uninvited guest who shouldn't have appeared here didn't turn around. He just continued to stare at the map and slowly said, "We are all acquaintances. Seeing that you are chatting happily, I didn't want to disturb you."
Zhao Xun really hoped that he could straighten his back at this moment, even if he could say a few words of courage. But even he himself found that his teeth were chattering when he spoke. "Why are you here?"
The man's tone didn't change at all, "I was originally looking for Chen Zhibao. I just found that you were nearby, so I came to say hello. If it weren't for you, King of Jing An, who revealed the secret, This King really wouldn't know that she actually didn't appear at the West Wall Defense Line."
The more this person talked about the old days calmly, the more she and Zhao Xun felt that their guts were going to explode.
This person even dared to kill the heavy cavalry that appeared in the capital. He even dared to kill the celestial immortals that the Imperial Astronomer respectfully worshipped for hundreds of years. He came to visit silently, so how could he kill two people silently?
Zhao Xun didn't know where his courage came from. His eyes were red, and he suddenly shouted at the back of the figure, "Hsu Fengnian! You dare to kill me?! "
Hsu Fengnian turned around and pulled the corner of his mouth into a faint smile.
That kind of look made the young King of Jing An feel even more indignant and humiliated. "Are you really going to kill the vassal of Liyang and publicly declare a rebellion?!"
Hsu Fengnian asked, "Is the Vassal King Zhao of Liyang very valuable?"
Zhao Xun's expression was uncertain.
Hsu Fengnian added, "The first two Jing 'an Palace Consecrators to arrive are dead, just now. As for those death warriors and retainers from the Prince's Mansion, even if the Yellow Dragon Warship is packed with people and stacked into a human pyramid, will it really be enough for This King to kill? "
Zhao Xun finally broke down and staggered back a step. The young vassal king of Li Yang, who was the first to succeed in inheriting the throne, tried to take another step forward, but he just couldn't do it.
When Hsu Fengnian appeared in front of Zhao Xun in an instant, the woman was still trembling and didn't have the courage to make a move. She didn't even have the courage to slightly raise her arm.
Hsu Fengnian reached out and grabbed the dignified King of Jing An by the neck and lifted him off the ground. "The reason why I didn't kill you today is because a good-for-nothing like you would be more useful to the Zhao family of Li Yang than dead. Zhao Xun, tell me, Zhao Heng used his old life to help you fight for your inheritance. Isn't that a loss? "
Zhao Xun, whose eyes were bloodshot, grabbed that arm with both hands, but his hands were powerless and his efforts were in vain.
Hsu Fengnian carried Zhao Xun out of the cabin and came to the railing. He lifted him up high and smashed the King of Jing An into the water.
The strength of the throw was so great that it created a large splash on the surface of the Guangling River.
This was already the second time Zhao Xun had become a drowned rat. The last time was when the King of Jing An was His Royal Highness at the Lake of the Spring Deity. This time, he was already a vassal king and it was at the Guangling River.
The woman, whose real name was supposed to be Shu Xiu, was wearing the root-shaped face that she had painstakingly made. She stood not far away with blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. She didn't dare to look at Hsu Fengnian and said in a trembling voice, "His Royal Highness …"
Suddenly realizing that this young man was no longer His Royal Highness, Shu Xiu hurriedly whispered, "Prince, Shu Xiu didn't let down Beiliang all these years. The news of Lu Xu leaving Qing Zhou was also passed to the Fu Shui Room by this servant. This servant just … just didn't …"
Speaking to this point, she couldn't say another word.
She waited for a moment, but the King of Beiliang didn't make a killing move. She then raised her head and saw him looking into the distance, his gaze focused on a particularly majestic yellow dragon ship.
She gritted her teeth and jumped into the river.
Hsu Fengnian didn't pay any attention to Shu Xiu's actions and disappeared in a flash.
The ship under his feet suddenly sank more than ten feet!
Huge waves surged on the surface of the Guangling River, rumbling loudly. The movement was so great that even a nearby ship began to sway incessantly.
On the ship about two thousand feet away, the white-clothed man who rarely appeared in the navy's field of vision, the famous King of Shu, stood at the bow of the ship. In his hand, he held the world's second most famous spear, the plum wine.
Above the river, a figure appeared in the air that was still higher than the ship.
Chen Zhibao's wrist shook. Although the plum wine spear used the end of the spear as the spearhead to stab into the air, the spearhead that was temporarily held in Chen Zhibao's hand had already turned from green to purple.
With the ship as the center, the river surface within a hundred feet was like hundreds of flood dragons rolling together. Today's Guangling River, which didn't have much wind, suddenly had giant waves that reached the heavens appear out of nowhere.
And in the sky that Chen Zhibao's spear point was pointed at, a hole was opened in the clouds. Sunlight spilled through and fell on the earth, forming a giant pillar of light visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, the plum wine in Chen Zhibao's hand went from vertical to horizontal. Not only that, the spear in the middle was pressed against his arm.
A spear that crossed the river chopped down on the plum wine.
After a brief moment of silence, the giant ship that Chen Zhibao was on had no more buildings. All of the buildings on the deck had been smashed to smithereens by the boundless Qi that was sent flying in all directions.
The spear that crossed the river pressed down.
Chen Zhibao and the plum wine didn't move at all.
However, the already broken ship sank even further, like a sinking ship that was rapidly leaking water.
Very quickly, there was no trace of the ship on the Guangling River. Chen Zhibao seemed to be standing on the surface of the water, holding the spear horizontally.
The yellow dragon warships of the Qingzhou navy all around swayed and slid backwards. The few warships that were the main force of the navy, the Suan Ni, showed signs of capsizing, not to mention the smaller ships that showed their diameters. They were directly upside down on the surface of the Guangling River.
Chen Zhibao's expression was as usual. Looking at the empty river surface a hundred steps away, he twisted his wrist. Finally, for the first time, he was facing an enemy with a spear. Plum Wine's spear body was surrounded by green and purple Qi. Under the sunlight, the spearhead was like a rainbow glass.
The sleeves of the white-clothed War Saint were already in tatters. Moreover, under the mountain-like impact of the spear that crossed the river, the arm that was blocking the plum wine was already slightly bleeding.
In Chen Zhibao's line of sight, Hsu Fengnian was standing on the surface of the river. The Beiliang blade hanging from the right side of his waist was still sheathed.
The present Jianghu already knew that the new Liang King Hsu Fengnian's true trump card was the blade in his left hand. So when his right hand pulled out the blade hanging from the left side of his waist, it signified that the true difference between life and death was in the next moment.
Chen Zhibao calmly said, "I didn't expect this."
He was far from being injured to the core, and Hsu Fengnian was even more so.
But even so, in the first exchange of blows between the two martial grandmasters, that Yellow Dragon ship had been easily pressed into the water by Hsu Fengnian with a single strike.
Just how much power did it take to completely push a giant ship floating on the river surface into the water?
To watch the battle from the side? To watch the fire from across the river? To clap and cheer a few times and give some pointers?
The battered and exhausted Qingzhou Navy did not lose their minds. They scattered in all directions, not even caring about saving people.
Chen Zhibao, his white robes fluttering, laughed. "When you return to your peak, when I become a Saint, it won't be too late to fight. Of course, if you can get there first, I won't run. If I am faster than you, you won't be able to escape either. "
Hsu Fengnian did not speak.
This new Liang King only used the unsheathed blade in his left hand to tell the white-clothed War Saint that there were some things that you, Chen Zhibao, could not decide.
On this day, the Great Guangling River, the hundred li of river surface was like two celestial giants striking the water with hammers. The sky was dim and the earth was dark.
There were unofficial records in later generations that the Guangling River's water flowed backwards on this day.
A white-clothed King of Shu sat cross-legged on a broken ship that undulated with the waves. The plum wine casually rested on his knees. The river surface was calm and the sleeves of his robes fluttered, making this King of Shu, who commanded troops like a god, seem even more like an immortal.
His heart was slightly shifted to the left, dripping with blood.
Chen Zhibao gently placed his hands on the plum wine, neither sad nor happy. He looked up at the sky in silence.
He withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to look at the river. Occasionally, a river carp swam quickly near the deck of the ship.
This white-clothed War Saint, who seemed to have never had any friends, and who had never met with anyone honestly, suddenly thought of a story he had heard when he was young.
"You are not a fish. You are not me. "
— —
On the distant northern shore, there was a young man with two blades again. After crossing the south, he returned to the north.
He headed north to see her. It would be good to see her.
But before seeing her.
He had to kill someone first.
Wang Tongshan.
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