No matter how skilled and strategic Prince Xuanyuan Qihuang himself was, the Great Zhou Dynasty was already like a rotten fruit heart, and he could not resist the elite master Murong Canghai had spent ten years training with his own hands.
The soldiers of the Zhou Dynasty were like soft mud, falling down one by one.
Seeing that the situation was not favorable for the Great Zhou Dynasty, the prince's first bodyguard, Feng Wu, waved his long sword to dodge the Qin soldiers entering the palace, came to Xuanyuan Qihuang's side, and said eagerly——
"Your Highness, in the light of your humble duty, you should withdraw first."
Xuanyuan Qihuang cut off the arm of a guard next to Ying Lie with a backhand sword. He looked in the direction of Su Yueming and saw her being held in Murong Canghai's arms. There was clearly a look in the man's eyes that could not be ignored.
possessiveness.
He really wants to take away the moon!
Xuanyuan Qihuang's eyes condensed, and he tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand, murderous intent suddenly appearing.
The prince was as gentle as jade and had always been generous. Feng Po's heart trembled. He had been with him for many years. Except for that year when that person died, he rarely saw the prince leading others with murderous intent.
But now, for the sake of the concubine of the prime minister's palace, he actually... disregarded his status as the prince.
"Feng Po, please quickly send a signal from me and order General Yulong to lead his troops to come for reinforcements."
"Yes!" Feng Po immediately turned around and went to carry out Xuanyuan Qihuang's order.
The situation in front of him became more and more critical. The soldiers around the prince fell one by one. More and more people surrounded him, threatening to annihilate him in one fell swoop!
Xuanyuan Qihuang had a cold face and faced the challenge calmly! He was approaching Su Yueming step by step.
But Su Yueming's heart was always hanging high in the sky. She knew very well that the confrontation between Da Zhou and Da Qin at this moment was tantamount to hitting an egg against a stone.
She turned back, looked at Murong Canghai, and said -
"Isn't the King of Beiyuan afraid of being laughed at for not being able to win with force?"
"Heh..." Murong Canghai said with evil coldness and arrogance in his eyes, "I am just afraid that my opponent's death will not be tragic enough."
A chill ran down Su Yueming's back, and her body began to tremble.
Murong Canghai twitched the corner of his mouth coldly and said to the soldiers in front of him: "Kill them all!"
Kill them all! Su Yueming's eyes trembled, does he want to kill them all?
"Drive!" Murong Canghai raised his riding whip high in the air and struck the horse's back hard. Su Yueming only felt a violent tremor in his body before the horse galloped away in the direction of Xuanyuan Qihuang!
"Roar." Murong Canghai let out a low roar, stepped on the horse's back and flew into the air. The long sword in his hand was directed toward Xuanyuan Qihuang's heart.
The head-to-head confrontation between the two has officially begun!
The clouds on the horizon faded away from their red color, and the sky became dim. It seemed that all the glory in the world was concentrated on these two men at this moment.
Everyone stopped involuntarily at this moment, and their eyes fell on these two people.
Two men who are equally intolerable to the world.
One purple and one white.
"Your Highness." Su Yueming's heart was in her throat, as if she would burst if she exerted more force.
Xuanyuan Qihuang's eyes narrowed, he turned around as quickly as possible and stabbed a soldier in front of him with his sword.
After hearing a sharp sound, a dazzling spark flashed in the air, and the tip of his sword met the tip of Murong Canghai's sword accurately.
The sword shook violently, and Xuanyuan Qihuang's hand felt numb for a moment.
There was an undercurrent between the two of them, and the situation was pressing. Su Yueming's trembling palms were sweating.