A tall black shadow hurriedly entered Lan Yuan, upon closer inspection, it was a masked man, and the person guarding him was Chu Yingruo.
"mother!"
"Xiaoer!"
When the mother and son met again, they were almost in tears.
Zong Ziheng stared at the masked man, and the image of Hua Yuxin before he died appeared in his mind, filled with hatred.
A large number of guards poured into the Orchid Garden in order, and the torches in their hands illuminated this almost forgotten side hall as bright as day, making its barrenness invisible.
Under the escort of two brothers, Huang Hong and Huang Wu, Zong Minghe approached. He was dressed in a luxurious platinum imperial robe, which looked even more dignified in the dark night. The most beautiful woman in Kyushu who originally belonged to him was standing on the other side.
Zong Minghe's eyes were sinister and resentful, and jealousy seemed to be transformed on the spot, rushing out of his pupils.
Zong Zixiao looked at the masked man with a complicated expression, and then at the man he had called his father for fourteen years, his lips were moving, not knowing what to say.
Chu Yingruo stared at Zong Ziheng with hatred: "This is indeed a trap set by you."
Sneaking into the most heavily guarded Wuji Palace on Kyushu to save people is a desperate act, how could it be foolproof. Zong Ziheng's face was ashen, but he didn't dare to explain in front of Zong Minghe.
Zong Minghe narrowed his eyes: "It seems that my son has long known that this thief is still alive."
Zong Ziheng pursed his lips and said nothing.
Zong Zixiao turned his face stiffly, staring at Zong Ziheng with quiet and deep eyes, his pupil light seemed to disappear in this moment of life, and it was never lit up for the rest of his life.
Zong Minghe looked at the masked man viciously: "The adulterer and whore, but you have no face to show others?"
Hearing this, the masked man took off his mask, and it was Lu Zhaofeng who was sinister and handsome. He stared at Zong Minghe, his canthus tearing apart: "Yingruo and I are in love with each other, and the one who has no face to show it to others should be you, a bitch who loves sex."
"I am the emperor, what is a mere woman, even if it wants your life, you have to kneel down and offer it up!"
Lu Zhaofeng yelled: "Human Emperor! Everyone in the world knows that the Human Emperor killed my Lu family in order to forcefully marry a woman?"
Everyone present looked at each other in blank dismay.
"The thief, you dare to squirt blood and offend the emperor!" Huang Hong drew out his sword and attacked Lu Zhaofeng. Huang Wu also immediately launched a attack. All the guards came back to their senses and attacked the three of them.
Zong Zixiao snatched a guard's sword, he protected Chu Yingruo behind him, and joined the melee.
Zong Ziheng stood aside holding a sword, the sweat on his forehead dripped into his eyes, and his vision blurred for a while.
Zong Minghe stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Zong Ziheng coldly: "Zi Heng, why don't you take down this adulterer and whore and their bastards?"
"...Yes." Zong Ziheng raised his sword to meet him, thinking about when Lu Zhaofeng planned to use the mountain whip, that was the only possibility for them to escape.
A murderous sword energy struck from the side, Zong Ziheng instinctively swung out a move, using offense as defense, but when he saw the approacher clearly for a moment, he had to dispel the move, but the remaining power was still strong, The sharp sword energy scratched Zong Zixiao's left arm, and blood spattered. However, Zong Zixiao was unaware of his injury, roared sharply, and attacked Zong Ziheng with an even crazier killing move. Before the sound of the clanging of the sword was over, he bumped into a pair of blood-red, desperate eyes.
Zong Ziheng's heart was in severe pain.
Zong Zixiao's voice seemed to be crying blood: "Why... I trust you so much and listen to you in everything, why do you treat me like this!"
The ferocious sword energy pressed down from the top of his head, Zong Ziheng raised his hand to block, the two silver blades crossed each other, and there was a "boom", and someone's heart was broken in response.
Zong Zixiao pressed the sword in his hand fiercely, with terrifying strength, as if he had bet everything for this moment of wrestling.
The two of them looked at each other across the sharp weapon, and both saw overwhelming and extreme pain in each other's eyes.
The eldest son Heng said with restraint: "Xiao Jiu, it's the elder brother who is sorry for you."
It's the elder brother who is incompetent and unable to protect you. The elder brother is ashamed to be the elder brother.
Zong Zixiao bared his silver teeth, like the fangs of a beast: "I, hate, you!"
"This is, drive, drive the mountain whip!" A guard shouted in horror.
The golden light flashed, and a quaint snake whip appeared out of nowhere.
This change made everyone unexpected, and Zong Minghe's face changed suddenly.
Zong Zixiao was also stunned, looking suspiciously at the strange man in front of him who was his biological father.
Zong Minghe pointed to Lu Zhaofeng's trembling hands: "You, why do you have a mountain whip?"
Lu Zhaofeng grinned grimly: "Zong Minghe, if I say that Yan Shu is dead, can you finally breathe a sigh of relief?"
"What do you want to say?!"
"Not only do I have a mountain whip, but I also have a Wu Sheng pen." Lu Zhaofeng suddenly changed his tone, "If you dare to stop me today, I will make the evil you have done public and let the people of Kyushu Everyone knows the true face of Emperor Ninghua!"
The tone of the speech can only be heard by those who have talked with Yan Shu. The complexions of Zong Minghe and Zong Zixiao turned extremely pale in an instant.
Lu Zhaofeng waved his mountain whip, and Lan Yuan immediately flew sand and rocks, the ground was cracked, and the four walls were easily dismantled like tofu blocks. All of them became Lu Zhaofeng's spear and shield under the command of the magic weapon.
A large number of guards either fell into the ground, or avoided flying stones in a panic, and the scene was chaotic for a while.
Chu Yingruo shouted: "Xiao'er, come quickly, don't love to fight!"
Zong Zixiao gritted his teeth, drew his sword and ran towards Chu Yingruo, protecting her and retreating with Lu Zhaofeng.
Lu Zhaofeng manipulated the earth and rocks, trying to escape underground with Chu Yingruo and Zongzixiao.
Zong Minghe just wanted to silence his words, and no longer cared about the majesty of the emperor. He took out his sword and joined the battle in person, and his first move was a killer move. After reaching the eighth heaven of Zongxuan sword, his sword energy was fierce and domineering, like a flood, unstoppable, With one move, Lu Zhaofeng's stone wall was broken.
"Zi Xiao, take good care of your mother!" Lu Zhaofeng was powerless to fight back, and he defended and retreated.
Zong Minghe's figure suddenly flickered, and he rushed towards Zong Zixiao and Chu Yingruo with astonishing speed.
Although the body of a master-level cultivator is already extraordinary, this speed is unexpectedly fast for those who are familiar with Zong's skills. They all think that this has something to do with Zong Minghe's breaking the boundary, and only Zong Ziheng knows this body. Where does the law come from—Cheng Yanzhi's Golden Elixir.
Zong Zixiao had no choice but to evade the sword energy, but Zong Minghe's target was not him from the beginning, but Chu Yingruo.
Zong Minghe grabbed Chu Yingruo's hair and forced her to expose her snow-white jade neck like a sacrifice. The cold blade hovered above the flesh, like a poisonous snake.
"mother!"
"Yingruo!"
Zong Minghe's eyes were filled with fierceness: "Lu Zhaofeng, if you want her to live, you can capture her without a fight."
"If you dare to kill her, I will make everything known to the world!"
"Then I'll let this bastard and your bastards be buried with you!"
"Lu Lang, go!" Chu Yingruo shouted, "Take Zi Xiao and go."
Lu Zhaofeng's eyes were red: "Let's go together."
"What are you doing standing still, kill him." Zong Minghe roared.
The guards swarmed up, and Zong Ziheng's eyes were also red-eyed. Under the heavy siege, Lu Zhaofeng couldn't control the mountain whip for too long. Once they missed the opportunity to escape, none of them would be able to leave.
"Hurry up—" Chu Yingruo shouted heart-piercingly.
Zong Zixiao's wounds were still bleeding. He tried to break through the siege several times, but the ordinary sword in his hand was cut off by Huang Wu.
Lu Zhaofeng also received two sword strikes and became more and more strenuous. The light of the mountain whip flickered and became obviously weaker, while a large number of Zong's monks were still pouring into the orchid garden in an endless stream.
Chu Yingruo shed tears and said resolutely: "Lu Lang, Xiao'er, our family has no destiny in this life, and we will meet again in the next life."
"don't want-"
A flamboyant red gushes out from a section of snow neck.
Zong Ziheng's sight also turned scarlet.
"Mother—" a mournful cry resounded through the sky. His whole life as the eldest son Xiao ended here, and the one who survived was no longer the boy who was favored by fate.
Lu Zhaofeng howled miserably, with blood and tears streaming down his eyes: "Zong Minghe, I want your Zong family to have no children or grandchildren!"
Zong Minghe stared at him blankly, with a sword in one hand, blood in the other, and a piece of jade to bury incense.
Lu Zhaofeng grabbed Zong Zixiao, drove the mountain whip and made a loud noise, and the ground fell into a landslide. The two quickly hid underground, only to see the bricks and rocks on the surface shattered, leaving a string of dirt bags on the way they escaped.
Zong Minghe came back to his senses, his hatred was overwhelming: "Chasing, chasing, you want to see people when you live, and you want to see corpses when you die!"
Huang Hong and Huang Wu were ordered to chase after him, and Zong Ziheng also followed.
The underground is the only possible way out to escape the barrier of the Promise Palace. Lu Zhaofeng took Zong Zixiao and escaped from the Promise Palace, but they can't stay underground all the time, it would consume too much spiritual energy.
The three were the fastest, chasing out of the palace first, leaving only a pit on the ground, the person had disappeared, but there was clearly blood on the ground.
"Go in this direction." Huang Hong chased after the blood.
Zong Ziheng followed closely behind. He hoped that Lu Zhaofeng would take Zong Zixiao to escape as soon as possible, but seeing more and more blood flowed along the way, he couldn't tell whose it was. The situation must be very bad.
After chasing for a while, the blood on the ground split into two and went in two directions.
Huang Hong took out the Ming Di and planned to inform the monks of the Zong family: "One of them must have entered the mountain, and both of them should not be far away. Just order someone to search..."
Zong Ziheng broke his Ming Dy with a sword, and the sword was as fast as a snake spitting out a letter. Before the two brothers came back to their senses, Jun Lan's sword had already touched Huang Hong's Adam's apple.
"... Your Highness, what is the meaning of this?"
"What do you think?" Zong Ziheng said coldly, "No one is allowed to chase after him."
"Does Your Highness want to disobey the emperor's order and let the thief go?"
"He is my younger brother, not a thief." Zong Ziheng said with red eyes, "I will bear the consequences. Whoever dares to move, I will kill you."
"Your Highness, why are you so confused." Huang Wu frowned and said, "I finally made it through, are you going to destroy your own future?"
"Successful?" Zong Ziheng turned his head, glanced at the majestic Wuji Palace, and revealed a bleak and miserable smile. He was buried in this dark living grave, and he would never be able to get ahead in this life.
But at least his little Jiu escaped.
Xiao Jiu, you have to live well.