At the end of the battle, white light had already appeared in the sky. From a distance, a huge city was shrouded in the clouds, looming, like a giant beast, scattering inexplicable power. This is the imperial city at the feet of the emperor, and the momentum left by all dynasties.

The huge city gate was like a giant beast opening its mouth. At this time, the crowd waiting to enter the city entered the city in an orderly manner. Zhang Kaifeng led the horse and followed it into the imperial city calmly.

It has not been here for several years, and the imperial city is still bustling with traffic and flowers, and it seems that it is not affected by the rumors from the outside world, and it is still as usual. Perhaps, it is just a rumor.

Leading the horse, Zhang Kaifeng quickly found an inn and stayed in. He did not contact anyone immediately, but he would keep wandering around the capital. He appeared around Yan Zhen's mansion from time to time to observe. Although he did not get anything for the first time, he still gained something in the next few days.

Every time Yan Zhen appears, there must be several people following them. Their tracking techniques are very secretive. Almost every time they follow a place, there will be another person to respond. Moreover, the people who follow them every day will appear in different appearances, obviously after being disguised. No matter how the aura of these people changes, the demon seeds in Zhang Kaifeng's body have long been remembered, and after he figured out their activity rules, he also stopped.

Zhang Kaifeng, who was sitting on a high building, held a wine glass with a flash of splendor in his eyes and said to himself: "It seems that Yan Zhen's actions are being monitored at all times. It's time to meet him."

Remember these people who were surveillance one by one. Zhang Kaifeng was quietly waiting for the night to come in the restaurant. Soon after, the moonlight fell and Zhang Kaifeng had disappeared and appeared in front of Yan Zhen's mansion.

The lion in front of the mansion was ferocious and powerful, and the spirit was coming. The eyes of the two guards were flashing, and their aura was stimulating. They were obviously masters. Unexpectedly, they had not seen each other for several years, Yan Zhen also recruited such masters, but it was obviously a bit short of the time to stop him.

The breath was restrained, the steps were light, and the figure swayed, and the figure disappeared on the street in an instant. The two goalkeepers frowned slightly. They were puzzled, why did they feel that someone had just appeared, but disappeared in an instant?

"You had a feeling just now." One person asked.

"What do you think?" asked another person.

The man shook his head and said, "I can't say it either. I just feel someone appearing, but it disappeared in an instant."

"What? How is it possible? What can disappear out of thin air under your and my nose." Another laughed and said, "Maybe you are dazzled. After holding on for a while, you can hand over the shift later."

"That's right." The man continued to stick without him.

After entering the mansion, Zhang Kaifeng did not lose his direction. He took out a drawing from his arms. The drawing marked the various places in the mansion, and even toilets. It can be seen how familiar the people who drew this drawing were to Yan Zhen’s mansion. Moreover, even the places where Yan Zhen often appeared were marked very clearly, and even the guards deployed in secret were marked, and the rotation of the time for changing the guards were rotated.

The source of this drawing was naturally Zhang Kaifeng used the token and ordered people to draw it. At this moment, Zhang Kaifeng knew how strong the Taurus family was. He didn't expect that the mansion of the prince of the dynasty had their people. It was really terrible, but fortunately it was not an enemy.

With a lighter pace, the whole person disappeared here in an instant. He walked along the way, as if it was unhappy, but with a gentle movement, it was several feet away. Soon, his figure disappeared into the darkness without alarming anyone.

Deep in the huge mansion, a secluded courtyard looks very ordinary, and there is no one guarding it. In the yard, a lotus pond reflects the moonlight, and white lotus flowers bloom with white light under the moonlight. By the pond, bamboo shadows sway. Under the bamboo shadows, there is a set of tea sets on the stone table, and a person is drinking alone.

The man was dressed in casual clothes, with a long black crown and jade on his head, his eyebrows were like swords, his cold face, and his slender and distinct bone fingers were beaten rhythmically on the stone table, as if he was thinking about something.

"Fourth Master." Suddenly, someone came to the door of the yard.

Fourth Master? It was Yan Zhen, the fourth prince of the current dynasty. Hearing someone shouted, he put down the teacup in his hand and said, "What's the matter?"

"According to the news ahead, Ao Lie, the general guarding the border between Daqi and I, will return to Beijing to report his duties in the near future." The subordinate pondered for a while, and added: "It is said that the eldest prince transferred him back."

"The border guards left their posts without an imperial edict and actually obeyed the orders of the eldest prince. They didn't take their father seriously." Yan Zhen was a little angry, but he quickly suppressed it and said, "Continue to inquire and figure out what the purpose of the eldest prince's transfer of Ao Lie back to the capital."

"Yes, my subordinates understand." The man said: "In addition, the Eighth Prince's actions have been frequent recently, and it is no different from the eldest prince. The Eighth Prince's men also attracted Qin Yau, the general guarding the overseas countries, to guard Qin Jio. I believe he will return to Beijing to report his duties soon."

"The two major generals guarding the pass have left the border in succession, which has a great impact. Don't they even know this?" Yan Zhen's voice became a little cold and said, "If the enemy country knows it, will it not take any action?"

It's terrible to think about it. The general guarding the pass is so powerful that if the enemy country learns that if he takes this opportunity to invade, the Yan Yan will face the danger of being attacked. The battle between these two princes is getting worse and worse. Should we ignore the security of the country?

"Forget it, wait for Xin and the border spies, let them pay more attention to the affairs of both sides, you should step back!" Yan Zhen calmed down again.

"I understand." The man retreated.

"The country and the country are in the war, so why do you plan to live in the people? Don't talk about being a marquis? One general will have a lot of bones to be tiring up." Yan Zhen clamped up the poem with his hand, and the poem was meaningful and a little lamented.

The lyrics were chanting, and a breeze suddenly rose and the bamboo leaves were blowing gently. In an instant, there was one more person at the entrance of the yard. The person came white, white clothes, standing under the moonlight, like a banished immortal coming to the mortal world.

He held a sword in his hand and stepped forward. With a loud bang, the true energy pulled the sword body and the long sword was unsheathed inch. The sound of bamboo shook again, and the bamboo leaves fell to the ground one after another, and the sword energy lingered in the threads of the long sword.

After taking another step, the sword was drawn out about an inch again, and a foot of the sword body appeared. The sword energy was burning again, and the surrounding area was covered with sword marks. Another loud sound, most of the sword body was sheathed, but the sword energy had not increased. The murderous aura suddenly rose, like the cold wind in the cold winter month.

But it was enough to make Yan Zhen feel affectionate. The opponent's sword energy did not increase, but was suppressed by him. Once all the swords were drawn out, it would be the most terrifying sword, which would not allow him to be nervous.

"Who is your lord? Isn't it true that trespassing into the prince's mansion a serious crime?" Yan Zhen calmed down instead of the nervous expression he had imagined.

The visitor said nothing, and suddenly held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, leaned forward slightly, and the murderous aura of the storm was curled down.

"brush!"

Bai Feiwu, the long sword was unsheathed in an instant. In an instant, the sword energy filled the world, but it instantly regained its breath. The power of the long sword suddenly doubled, and an incomparable sword energy exploded.

"Chinlong Town!"

Witnessing the power of this sword, the person who came was a swordsman. Although his cultivation level had reached its peak, the opponent's skills were still at its peak. It was a terrible enemy to see how he made his sword.

With his palms moving, a powerful force activates, and his fists and palms hit each other, a red dragon-shaped shape appeared around Yan Zhen. In an instant, the murderous aura surged, neither dodging nor avoiding, and the dragon claws were as solid as the substance, grabbing the long sword.

"when!"

The moment the red dragon claw grabbed the long sword, the most terrifying thing was that the sword energy that was resting on the sword several times exploded in an instant, and the violent sword exploded at close range, and the sword energy exploded like a hurricane, attacking Yan Zhen in full swing.

The sword energy was scattered, and how could one dragon claw alone resist the violent sword energy? In an instant, the dragon claws were all shattered under the sword energy. After the long sword broke the dragon claws, it went straight forward and slashed Yan Zhen's chest and came.

The sword was powerful, and even Yan Zhen could only retreat. At the same time, his feet suddenly stepped on the ground, and the ground in the yard rumbled in an instant. As the sword slashed and fell, four pillars of light rushed to the sky broke out.

The moment the four light columns appeared, the white man paused, and seemed to be subjected to great pressure. The degree of this sword slowed down, not his own problem, but the field generated by the four light columns greatly oppressed his sword.

"Red Dragon Purgatory!"

Seeing that the opportunity was not missed, Yan Zhen pulled out and soared into the air, leaned over and rushed down again, his five fingers widened, like a heavenly hand, instantly enlarged. With a palm falling down, the four light columns were activated to tighten further.

However, the white man seemed to be completely unwilling to the tightening column of light and palms. He took back the sword, and then slowly raised the sword and held the hilt of the sword with both hands. He was about to take over Yan Zhen's palms.

"How is this kind of sword technique?" Yan Zhen saw him raising his sword and preparing to draw the sword. He widened his eyes and showed an incredible look: "Who are you?"
Chapter completed!