My husband, please respect yourself. The princess is here to grab the bride.

The fire at Changting Station is still going on.

The battle continues!

I don't know when,

The Sixth Prince and his entourage in the pavilion left quietly.

His convoy did not head towards Xiling City, but towards Rouchuan City.

Walking a little fast.

Tang Chenghuan lifted the curtain of the carriage and turned back to look at the Changting Posthouse again.

His face was as gloomy as water.

As if frozen.

He took a deep breath, lowered the curtain, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "The King of Zhenxi...as expected, has a backup plan!"

“They are all masters!”

"I'm afraid the wind from Fengyu Tower will all dissipate there..."

"Mr. Huo, tell me, how many cards does the King of Zhenxi still have hidden in his hand?"

"Those people, although wearing armor and holding long swords, don't look like they're from the military."

"There aren't that many masters in the army!"

"From my perspective, those people's skills are at least at the third rank!"

"The Prince of Zhenxi lives in a remote corner... Over the years, he has done many things unknown to the imperial court!"

The old man surnamed Huo sat opposite Tang Chenghuan.

He cupped his hands, was silent for a moment, and said:

"Your Highness, no one knows how many cards the King of Zhenxi has hidden in his hand."

"The King of Zhenxi may seem like a reckless man, but he's actually quite cunning."

"It has been eighteen years since the late emperor appointed him king. During these eighteen years, he has been mostly in the western border army and seems to have paid no attention to his fiefdom."

"The taxes on his fiefdom are the lowest in Xingguo."

"Thus, although Xiling City is located on the border of Xingguo, the population of the city is extremely large... even smaller than Rouchuan City in Hexi Province."

"There have long been rumors that the palace's expenses are not enough to cover their income, but after all these years, the palace is still there, the Western Frontier Army's equipment is still the newest and best, and the Western Frontier Army's combat effectiveness is still the strongest!"

"Even Princess Changying had enough money to form a Red Tassel Army!"

"So, Your Highness, I'm going to say something I shouldn't say. Those people in the court... I'm afraid they underestimate the King of Zhenxi!"

"As for the King of Zhenxi being held captive in the Western Wasteland and imprisoned in a cage..."

Mr. Huo shook his head and smiled, "It's not that I'm trying to show off my power, but I think that tiger can't be caged!"

Tang Chenghuan frowned and pondered for three breaths:

"According to what you said, doesn't that mean no one can do anything to the King of Zhenxi?"

Mr. Huo raised his eyes and looked at Tang Chenghuan, "Maybe there is one person who can do it."

"who?"

"Shang Shu, Shang Junhou!"

Tang Chenghuan was startled, and at this moment, the speeding carriage suddenly stopped.

The two were suddenly shocked.

Mr. Huo opened the car door and stepped out.

He stood in the moonlight.

Tang Chenghuan also got off the carriage and stood in the moonlight.

Ahead, in the middle of the road.

There is an old man!

An old man with a pipe in his mouth!

The old man stood under the moonlight, the smoke from his pipe flickering in the night.

The smoke he exhaled was thick, so his face couldn't be seen clearly.

But you can see his sword!

He was holding a sword in his hand!

A small sword...only a foot long, emitting a cold and eerie light in the moonlight!

Someone is blocking the road!

Tang Chenghuan has thirty guards!

These guards are all masters in the martial arts world!

The lowest level is a martial arts master below the fourth rank!

At this moment, those masters also rushed out of the carriage in front.

They drew their weapons.

They looked at the old man smoking under the moon, and Lao Jiu shouted:

"kill him!"

The guards moved forward silently and rushed towards the old man.

Tang Chenghuan chuckled and narrowed his eyes slightly: "You are overestimating your own abilities!"

"How dare you come out and rob people just because you're a human?"

"Didn't they say that there would never be a single bandit in the Zhenxi King's fiefdom?"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened...

A sword flashed.

It's as if the moonlight is broken.

Along with the flickering sparks in the pipe, the sword light suddenly became brighter.

Then, it seemed to burst out with countless rays of light!

The lights are cold,

is ruthless,

It is also... extremely sharp!

These so-called martial arts masters have already rushed into the sword light of the old man, and they are actually like paper!

There were screams,

There was blood flying everywhere, and broken limbs and bodies were scattered all over the ground!

The sword light is brighter than the moonlight!

That sword killed at least eight guards!

It moved!

It's flying straight towards me!

The momentum is overwhelming.

Smooth travel!

Because none of the people in front of him could block his sword!

The guard leader Lao Jiu is now in a state of panic.

He waved the knife in his hand and shouted loudly:

"Stop him... Stop him for me!"

Before he finished speaking, eight more people died in front of him!

Mr. Huo's heart sank to the bottom. His old eyes widened, and he took a breath of cold air, his face full of horror.

"One sword gleams and freezes nineteen states!"

Tang Chenghuan's hair stood on end at this moment: "What is that?"

"The second best swordsman in the world!"

"……What should we do now?"

"Your Highness, get in the car, quickly!"

Tang Chenghuan jumped into the carriage, and Mr. Huo jumped onto the shaft. He grabbed the reins and turned the horse's head sharply, "Gee...!"

Three horses turned.

A big turn!

Just when that sword killed twenty people, and just when Lao Jiu was about to chop at the sword with his knife, the carriage finally turned around.

Mr. Huo took out a dagger from his arms and stabbed three times in succession!

The three horses felt pain and pulled the carriage towards Changting Posthouse at full speed.

Lao Jiu's screams were heard.

After a few breaths, everyone's screams disappeared into the wilderness.

The old man stopped.

The smoke in the pipe burned out.

He exhaled a puff of smoke, looked at the carriage gradually moving away in the moonlight, and slowly turned around.

There was a person standing not far behind him!

Also an old man!

The old man, wearing a green linen robe, stood under the moon and looked at him and smiled!

Laughing but silently.

His rotten teeth were exposed.

There were three people standing at a distance behind him!

Two men and one woman!

Two men were carrying knives and a woman was holding a cat.

The old man with the pipe looked at the old man in hemp clothes.

"You came at the wrong time!"

He took a pinch of tobacco from his pipe and put it back into the bowl.

His sword was stuck under his armpits.

He took out a lighter from his bosom and lit the cigarette in the pipe, took another puff, and then walked towards the old man in hemp clothes.

And said:

"He deserves to die!"

The old man in hemp clothes was still smiling:

"It would be a big deal if he died."

The old man with the pipe exhaled a puff of smoke and stood a few feet away from the old man in sackcloth clothes.

"How big of a deal could it be?"

The old man in hemp clothes pondered for three breaths:

"He's the Sixth Brother, a pawn of the Third Brother!"

"If this chess piece disappears in Xiling... wouldn't that give Third Brother a reason to send people to Xiling?"

The old man took another puff of his cigarette:

"It's none of my business!"

"It's none of your business, but it's your young master's business! After all, your young master is still the son-in-law of the prince's mansion!"

The old man holding the pipe narrowed his eyes slightly, and the small sword tucked under his armpit suddenly emitted a bright light.

"You knew already?"

The old man in sackcloth grinned and said, "I don't know anything."

The old man with the pipe pondered for three breaths: "Bring three knives..."

“Shang Shu, you are old and afraid of death!”

The old man in hemp clothes turned out to be Shang Shu, the chief of Xuan Jing Division!

"Jian Er, you're old too!"

"Yes, I am old too. Do you want to try to see if my old sword can still take your life?"

Shang Shu pondered for a few breaths.

He wanted to try it.

Because he was carrying the three swords of Xuan Jingsi!

Killing Jian Er with the strength of four people...

He is old, is his sword old too?