Dress up as a sickly person to capture the villain princess!

Facing King Wen's relentless pressure.

Zhao Changlin seemed to have expected this. She glanced at Fan Fang who was kneeling on the ground and asked nonchalantly, "So, at this point, does the Grand Secretary of the Eastern Pavilion still think that letting Prince Wen be adopted by his father and become the emperor is an act of loyalty to the emperor?"

Fan Fang's face turned pale, he covered his wound with his palm, and scarlet blood kept flowing out from between his fingers.

His white robe was wet.

It turns out...it turns out...King Wen is so ambitious!

But what does it matter if I know now? It's still useless. His Highness is afraid that he will die here today. He raised his cloudy eyes and looked at the high-spirited His Highness.

Zhao Changlin was wearing a black sable fur coat, and her clean face was against the biting cold wind of the early morning, as if she did not belong to any of this blood and sorrow.

Fan Fang didn't understand why His Highness could still remain so calm. With a powerful enemy at the doorstep, the next moment could be a matter of life and death.

If things go wrong, even these civil and military officials standing in front of the imperial mausoleum will suffer.

"Why is your highness so anxious?"

"After today, it doesn't matter whether Her Royal Highness the Princess recognizes Zicheng as her brother or not."

"I'm afraid that by then, Your Highness will have to address my uncle as His Majesty the Emperor."

King Wen slowly raised his palm, his fingers slightly raised, and gave instructions to Ma Zongzhen on the hillside.

He was very proud in his heart, and even his lips curled up into a smile unconsciously.

After today, he would bury both father and daughter together in the imperial mausoleum, and he could rest assured and become the emperor of the Daliang Dynasty.

By then, the long-awaited throne and the beauties in the harem will all be his.

King Wen slowly closed his eyes, but surprisingly, he did not hear the familiar sound of arrows or the sound of flesh being pierced.

impossible…!

He opened his eyes with some surprise, and saw that the situation behind Ma Zongzhen was in chaos. Countless black shadow guards attacked from behind the cavalry. They were wearing the highest-level heavy armor of the shadow guards, which was almost invulnerable to swords and guns, and immune to water and fire.

There were even ten people leading the group who were carrying heavy swords.

The ink-black heavy sword was hung with copper rings, and the crisp clinking sound could be heard by almost everyone.

I was surprised.

This is the core strength of the Shadow Guard, but due to its complicated equipment and extremely high lethality, it is also particularly conspicuous.

Their duty has always been to guard the Shadow Guard Prison. Without the personal assignment of His Highness, these people will not leave the Shadow Guard Prison.

However, it was obvious that Zhao Changlin had always been by his side, and there was no reason for him to use the transfer order. Moreover, today was the day of his brother's burial, and Zhao Changlin had no time to go to the Shadow Guard Prison.

Then how on earth did she manage to escape everyone's attention right under her nose?

Just as King Wen was wondering, he saw a blue figure standing on a high cliff in the distance. She was riding a tall horse.

His breathing was rapid, and his hood was blown down by the wind and fell on his shoulders.

“Is it her…?!”

How is this possible? How could a weak and frail man who can't even tie a chicken mobilize all the shadow guards in such a short time?

Ridiculous, this is really ridiculous!

"Uncle, didn't I tell you long ago that I have a lucky star?"

He turned his wrist, put the hilt of the sword against his wrist guard, raised his eyebrows, and the long blade in Zhao Changlin's hand stirred up a gust of wind, facing King Wen's eyes directly, and the blade stopped in front of King Wen's nose.

If it moves just a little further, the sword will be able to penetrate in an instant.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

"I never expected that you would put your life and property on the shoulders of that sickly person who is about to enter the underworld."

"What can a person who has been ill for a long time accomplish..."

"In such a short time, he was able to summon the Tenth Layer Sword. I'm afraid he used some witchcraft."

Even though the situation was reversed in an instant, King Wen was not in a hurry. Instead, he took a step forward, slowly grasped Zhao Changlin's sword, and the emerald green ring touched the blade.

King Wen pulled hard and placed the blade in front of his eyes, his face distorted.

"If you have the guts, how about stabbing my uncle to death with a knife?"

……

Behind Xia Zhiyuan was a team of shadow guards wearing light armor. They held long swords in their hands and wore black iron masks on their faces. The black armor was covered with scarlet blood, which kept dripping down.

The blood, like plum blossoms in the snow, fell on the rocks of the cliff, and the cold wind raged in the mountains.

"Sir, let's hold back the thieves here!"

"Go and rescue His Highness!"

The shadow guard lifted the heavy sword on his body, the chain that bound the heavy sword clanked, he grasped the hilt with both hands, and chopped down with heavy sword, almost with the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers.

The light cavalry on horseback did not dare to get close at all. They retreated in fear, using their hands to block the dust raised by the heavy sword. If they were hit by the inky heavy sword, they would probably be turned into meat paste in an instant.

"You bunch of cowards, come at me together!"

"How can you be so timid?"

"Even if it's the legendary Ten-fold Sword, you may be good at guarding a small prison, but you may not know as much as I do about leading troops in battle!"

Ma Zongzhen still held his longbow in his hand. He glanced at the ten swords that surrounded him and knew that using the bow and arrow at this moment would only be a waste of his energy.

In vain.

He gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and simply threw away his longbow.

The longbow rolled a few times on the ground and disappeared in an instant. No one knew whether it fell off the cliff or was covered by dense bushes.

You have to know that this longbow was given to his father by Emperor Wande. If he had not been forced to do so, how could he have used it?

But now saving my life is the most important thing, so I can’t care about those things.

"General! Go on!"

The soldier riding a horse from a distance threw the red tasseled spear in his hand over with such speed that it was almost impossible for people to react.

Ma Zongzhen pulled the reins tight and straightened his back. The horse raised its hooves and neighed in pain because of his action.

The red tasseled spear danced with great power in his hands. Although he had not personally led the troops in battle for many years, when he followed his father to fight on the battlefield, he used an ordinary red tasseled spear.

Kill countless enemies.

The number of souls killed by him, if not in the thousands, must be in the hundreds!

"Let this general meet you for a while!"

He thrust out with his spear, the red tassel fluttering, and he thrust with all his strength, making a sound that broke through the air.

However, the reaction speed of the heavy sword is not comparable to that of ordinary people. The man wearing black armor swung the hilt with both arms, and the heavy sword followed the inertia and suddenly blocked it.

There was the sound of metal colliding, and the arrowhead of the spear pierced the inky heavy sword fiercely, splashing countless sparks.