Chapter 313 The Main Soul of the Southern Region
"Yang Jian, Huang Tianhua, Nezha, lead the army!"
Xu Haotian pretended to stare at Li Kui and said angrily. Subsequently, personnel were assigned.
When Li Kui heard this, he was stunned for a moment, but he immediately thought of something, scratched his dustpan-like head, and smiled embarrassedly.
"Haha, Tie Niu, you should rest. We can do these small jobs."
Yang Jian raised his head and laughed, and while speaking, he held a three-pointed knife and flew towards the capital. The other two also laughed loudly, and each led a team to kill them into the city.
At this moment, the capital of King Qi was full of nervous and solemn anger. The inner three floors and the outer three floors were filled with soldiers in heavy armor.
The people even closed their doors, for fear of hurting their own lives. They don't care too much about who is king. As long as this king can make them live a good life.
The King of Qi, Zhao Lingfeng, and a civil and military official were standing nervously in front of the main hall of the palace.
On the other hand, Zhao Lingfeng was holding a long black package tightly in his arms. His body was trembling, and his face was also very nervous. It was completely different from the impassioned expression on the previous day.
"Hey, who is the emperor of Qi country, stand up for this true monarch, or die!"
At this moment, an insolent voice came. Immediately afterwards, several figures appeared out of thin air in the void above everyone's heads.
One of the young men was handsome in appearance, with a dark purple closed vertical eye in the middle of the tiger's eyes, making this person extremely strange. But it was Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun, and Yang Jian arrived. As for Huang Tianhua and Nezha next to him, they both looked at the people below with half-smiles on their faces.
"Xu Haotian is too bullying. In this case, the emperor will fight to his death, and he will also pull you scumbags on the back."
Zhao Lingfeng felt the terrifying aura of Yang Jian and the three of them. The heart has sunk infinitely into the bottomless abyss. His face was ashen, instead of making unnecessary sacrifices, he laughed wildly.
"Since we can't chat well, let's die together!"
"The main soul of the Southern Territory is unsealed!"
Zhao Lingfeng's eyes showed madness, and then he roared and tore apart the black cloth in his arms, revealing a simple, dagger full of vicissitudes.
At first glance, this short sword feels too old. However, there was a sharp aura overflowing from above, causing several officials of the dynasty who were close to being caught off guard, and being cut to pieces by the spilled sword energy. Died instantly.
The rest of the ministers fled in terror. The place was chaotic. The three of Yang Jian looked solemnly at the short sword in Zhao Lingfeng's arms. There is a bad feeling in my heart.
At this moment, Zhao Lingfeng, with a crazy face, chopped off a palm and stuffed it on the short sword.
The dagger, which was originally very calm, suddenly trembled without warning.
"No, that short sword is not a good thing, hurry up, stop it!"
Yang Jian was the first to find out what was wrong. Reaching out his hand, he shook and grabbed the dagger. Unexpectedly, the dagger just shivered slightly and broke away from Yang Jian's grasp.
"Haha, it's too late, everything is too late. Come out, the former powerhouse of the Southern Regions!"
Zhao Lingfeng laughed wildly, and at the same time, his entire body shrivels at a speed visible to his right eye. Finally, with a touch, it turned into fly ash.
Seeing this, Yang Jian greeted Nezha and Nezha and quickly stepped back together without thinking. At the same time, the three-pointed knife stabbed straight out.
when!
The three-pointed knife extended infinitely and stuck on the short sword. However, not only did the short sword not change, but the three-pointed sword was strongly rebounded.
Yang Jian's tiger mouth was shocked with blood, and he quickly stepped back.
"What it is?"