Except for a few people in the palace, who else in this world can make Prince Guangling and his son see this?

The more you resist in front of Zhao Bi, the more painful your death will be.

Xu Fengnian laughed evilly and stepped forward with a knife.

The old man in gray who was following Zhao Bi smiled disdainfully and got off his horse.

He is just a child with a yellow mouth, how many pounds can he have? Relatively speaking, it was the old man in gray clothes who stood tall and caressed his beard that made him a little afraid.

Zhao Bi turned to the general who was holding up the black snake spear and asked with a ferocious face: "Guess how many moves this kid can withstand? Don't be beaten to death in just three or five hits."

The general replied: "How many moves the prince wants this boy to survive, he can survive as many moves as he wants."

Do you really think that after practicing a few sword skills, you think you can walk sideways in Guangling?

Not far away, there are thousands of Kuai-back troops stationed in Dayanji. Let alone an unknown boy, even if Gu Jiantang, the best swordsman in the world, comes, the Guangling army can easily crush him!

The fat pig prince's eyes were full of smiles, his eyes fell on the old man in gray who always did everything for him, and he waited and saw.

Go to Huangting in one go!

The mark between His Royal Highness's eyebrows became more and more obvious. He held the sword in one hand and slashed out boldly. The blade was as clear as snow and drew a mysterious arc.

One sword can kill dragons and snakes. I learned this sword from Lao Huang!

The gray-clothed old man's expression condensed, and he no longer looked down upon the young man wielding the sword as before. He concentrated his energy with both palms and suddenly struck out, catching the sword from the Prince of Beiliang.

Sword Two, Bing Tilian!

Xu Fengnian muttered silently before striking out with the second sword.

The face of the old man in gray sank.

Three swords, three pounds!

Xu Fengnian's eyes were cold, and he slashed one sword after another without stopping, until the sword was nine or six thousand miles away.

With seven slashes, the sleeves of the old man in gray turned into ashes.

When the eighth sword fell, the old man in gray was struggling to catch it. By the ninth sword, the old man in gray was cut back five or six steps. Every time he took a step back, a foot-deep footprint would be left under his feet.

The old Taoist Wei Shuyang smiled happily, His Royal Highness became more and more lucky in the martial arts.

The momentum of this sword already has a bit of the style of Chu Kuangnu's double swords.

The rivers and lakes make people grow old. This boy who once sat on his neck to urinate will no longer need his protection in the future.

The old man in gray had a look of horror on his face, but before he could take a breath, the voice in his ear suddenly gave him an ominous omen.

"I have a sword. I learned swordsmanship from Donghai. I can seal demons, suppress demons and slay immortals!"

"Taiyi!"
Chapter completed!