"Almost!" Murong Xue said lightly, with a flip of her wrist, all the broken knives and broken swords in her hand fell to the circle of flames closest to the holy sword. Taking advantage of the moment when the flames weakened, Murong Xue flew Reaching the sky above the holy sword, he reached out and grabbed the hilt of the holy sword, and pulled it out forcefully.
'brush! 'The holy sword was pulled out, and the sharp and dazzling light flashed, and everyone in Yao could hardly open their eyes...
Seeing this gorgeous scene, Tuoba Han's eyes were full of astonishment, and he looked up at Murong Xue bit by bit, with a complicated look in his eyes: It turns out that the mysterious power on the holy sword is relative, if there is danger from the outside world, the power on the sword The power of the holy sword will dissipate outwards to resist the danger. If the danger from the outside world is lifted, the mysterious power on the holy sword will disappear automatically...
"Murong Xue, you actually pulled out the holy sword, it's really surprising!" A familiar male voice came out of nowhere.
Murong Xue raised her head, and saw twenty or thirty men broke into the cave, the leader was wearing a prince's court uniform, with a handsome and rough face, he was the great Turkic prince Tuoba Hao.
Behind him, walked the third prince and many royal guards. Their hair was disheveled, their clothes were torn, and there were deep and shallow scars all over their bodies. The clothes near the wounds were almost all dyed red, their faces were pale, and their lips were pale. Bai, his expression was haggard and exhausted, indicating that they had gone through a very tragic and fierce battle...
Xun Feng, Wuhen, and the guards of King Han's Mansion stood in front of Daoshan, looking at Tuobahao and others warily.
Murong Xue raised her eyebrows, and said leisurely: "So it's the Turkic prince!"
She thought that they would wait and wait outside Wushan, but unexpectedly, they brought people into the mountain, and found them in such a short time, the speed is really fast...
"Thank you, Miss Murong, Hong Fu!" Tuoba Han looked at Murong Xue, and paused every word, his hoarse voice showed the taste of gnashing of teeth.
Originally, he brought in 300 people and chased them all the way along the trail left by Murong Xue and the others. Unexpectedly, he encountered poison and poisonous fog in the mountains halfway, and the guards were poisoned one by one. There are only twenty or thirty people left here...
Murong Xue was neither in a hurry nor annoyed, she looked at Tuoba Hao with a smile and said: "You don't need to be humble, the eldest prince, you can come here alive, it proves that you are a smart person..."
Tuoba Hao's expression became even more gloomy when he heard the sarcasm, and he interrupted her viciously: "Stop talking nonsense, and hand over the holy sword!"
He brought people into the mountain, but it was just to test and test. Unexpectedly, Murong Xue and Tuobahan actually found the holy sword. That's fine, once the holy sword is in hand, Tuobahan will never want to become the god-given Turkic king again...
The powerful voice of order came to her ears, Murong Xue's bright face was slightly gloomy, she looked at Tuobahao coldly and said: "Tuobahao, I got the sword, why should I give it to you?"
"Just because I am the Turkic prince, and you are the Qingyan man." Tuobahao looked at Murongxue with a cold gaze: This is Turkic, his territory, if Murongxue handed over the holy sword, he can consider giving her a break Fate, if she doesn't pay... don't blame him for being rude!
"Really? Then I'll see how the eldest prince is so rude to me." Murong Xue looked at Tuobahao, and a cold light flashed in her dark eyes.
Hearing the merciless refusal, Tuoba Hao's face was gloomy, and he glared at Murong Xue viciously, the raging anger burning in his eyes seemed to burn her to death: "Do it."
"Yes!" The palace guards took the order, swaying their long swords, and mercilessly stabbed at Xunfeng, Wuhen, Ouyang Shaochen, and Murongxue...