Zhao Zhengyin looked at the emperor coldly. He had known the emperor for many years, but he didn't realize that the emperor knew martial arts. Make a move!"
Zhao Zhengyin said coldly, the red Xipao automatically moved without wind, and with a 'Zheng' in his right hand, a black long sword gleaming with cold light appeared!
Pluto Sword!
The emperor's eyes froze. The Pluto sword was Zhao Zhengyin's saber. He had followed Zhao Zhengyin for many years and killed countless enemies with him on the battlefield. Zhao Zhengyin took out the Pluto sword and pointed him at him.
Heh, he came to the Zhenbei Palace today to get rid of Zhao Zhengyin! Zhao Zhengyin was the first to propose to fight him, so he would not be polite.
The emperor smiled coldly, a long silver sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and stabbed at Zhao Zhengyin mercilessly...
The afterimage was swept away by the wind, the sword energy fluttered, the cold light flickered, and the light and shadow continued!
The sharp and dazzling sword light flashed across the eyes, shocking the guards of the imperial city and the personal guards of the palace.
'Dangdangdang' The sound of fierce weapon handover resounded in the air, one after another fierce sword energy split the surrounding air, two slender figures shuttled around like lightning, palm shadows repeatedly, sword shadows heavy, that fierce fight, Seeing the solemn expression of the person, the heart also hangs high.
Murong Xue quietly walked to a relatively safe corner, watched the battle between Zhao Zhengyin and the emperor from a distance, and praised repeatedly in her heart: master, really a master, every move, every style was used to the peak, it seemed like an offensive The moves are actually defensive, and the seemingly defensive moves are actually offensive. The essence of martial arts is false and real, and the real and false martial arts.
Zhao Zhengyin and the emperor met good talents, met opponents in chess, and their martial arts were so powerful and sharp that people admired them. In a short period of time, they couldn't tell the winner...
"Bang!" There was a sudden loud sound. It was Zhao Zhengyin and the emperor who each gave each other a sword. Zhao Zhengyin's long sword pierced the emperor's left arm, blood flowed out, staining his clothes red, and the emperor's long sword hit him. On Zhao Zhengyin's left shoulder, a long and big gash was drawn on his left shoulder, and bright red blood seeped out...
Severe pain came from the shoulders. Zhao Zhengyin and the emperor met palms with gloomy expressions, and moved a few meters away from each other.
Unknowingly, the two of them fought from inside the wedding hall to outside the wedding hall, from the ground to mid-air...
Murong Xue chased the two of them out of the wedding hall, looked up at the fight in mid-air, her gaze was dim: Zhao Zhengyin and the emperor's martial arts have always been on par, if the fight continues like this, will they die together...
The two people in the mid-air didn't know what Murong Xue was thinking, they were still fighting fiercely, the two figures were like two shooting stars, criss-crossing in the mid-air, pulling out a series of long afterimages, and swiping the long sword in their hands. Dazzling rays of light dazzled the eyes...
"Hurry up, hurry up... Zhenbei King Zhao Zhengyin assassinated the emperor... Escort, hurry up..." A cry of exclamation sounded from a distance, and it was the well-trained guards of the imperial city who rushed in, rushed into the big battlefield, and The royal guards fought fiercely...
Murong Xue's cold eyes narrowed sharply, this is... the 15,000 imperial city guards that the emperor said, they rushed over so quickly, really fast enough, the current imperial city guards are relatives of the palace Eight or nine times as many guards, can the royal guards still handle it...