He said that since he dared to come, he was absolutely ten-level sure.
The third prince looked at Beiming Changfeng, who had a cold face, like the ruthless King of Hell, turned his feet, and ran away again in the other direction.
Beiming Changfeng's eyes darkened when he saw this: "Ming is stubborn and ineffective."
After the cold four words fell, Beiming Changfeng's feet suddenly hit the ground. He jumped up like an eagle flying into the sky, and rushed towards the third prince from the air.
The murderous aura is behind you.
The fierce wind was already close at hand.
The third prince's eyes widened: "Beiming Changfeng, how dare you."
The fish intestine sword was unsheathed, and a bit of cold light shot out.
"Pfft." The sound of the sword entering the body was almost inaudible, but at this moment it was like a thunder exploding in the ears of the third prince.
"What don't I dare to do?" The words were as cold as a sharp sword in his ears.
The galloping body suddenly stopped, and the third prince slowly lowered his head and looked at the point of the sword emerging from his chest.
There is no blood on the tip of the sword, and the sword body flashes with cold light. It is the fish intestine sword that is ranked high on the weapon list. It kills people without blood.
It turns out that this is called the Fish Intestine Sword.
It turns out that death is so close.
"Beiming...Changfeng, Beiming..." A trace of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth. The third prince slowly turned his head and looked at Beiming Changfeng. He raised his fingers as if to grab Beiming Changfeng's throat, but in the end...
He died in the hands of Beiming Changfeng in just one encounter. Is Prince Zhenbei already... already so strong?
No, no, he is not willing to do so.
The third prince's face suddenly twisted: "Do you think you will take revenge by killing me? Haha, Beiming Changfeng... I tell you, this is just the beginning... From now on, you... Karma."
Beiming Changfeng twisted the hand holding the knife and cut off the third prince's unfinished words.
The wind is dancing gently and the sun is blazing in the sky.
The third prince's eyes were wide open and his mouth was wide open, as if he still had millions of words to say, but before he had a chance to say them, he fell down in the palace of the Emperor of the Later Qin Dynasty, not far from the gate.
Beiming Changfeng slowly withdrew the fish intestine sword and glanced at the fallen third prince with expressionless eyes, his eyes full of coldness.
There is no need to listen to those words, he knows far more than the third prince. It's just that others don't dare to take action, but he, the third prince, dares to do something to him, so he should know the consequences.
"Young Master." Diyi, who had not appeared until now, quickly emerged from the darkness, and Fu'er whispered a few words to Beiming Changfeng.
"Huh?" Beiming Changfeng's cold eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, as if something was completely beyond his expectation.
But at this moment, Beiming Changfeng rarely restrained the coldness in his body, and slightly curved his mouth: "In that case, I will help her."
With his lips slightly curved, Beiming Changfeng leaned over and grabbed the dead third prince's hand, writing messily on the ground with blood.
"Young Master, Commander, there are troops coming this way." Di Yi's men emerged.
"Let's go." Beiming Changfeng dropped the third prince's hand, glanced at the traces on the ground with satisfaction, and raised his hand gently.
The scorching sun was still high in the sky, casting heavy shadows.
In that place, there was no trace of people in an instant.
He was talking about the mighty general and his people rushing all the way to the palace. At this time, they had arrived outside the palace gate.
"Hey, where are the people at the palace gate?" There was no guard at the gate. The mighty general was slightly surprised at first, and then his face changed: "There are changes in the palace, hurry up."
With their horses galloping, the group rushed towards the palace.