Guarding the prison for thirty years: Exiting the land sword fairy

Fast as the wind, Xu Rulin.

As soon as he broke out of the ninth floor of the dungeon, he met Xiao Luo who was running around with his head in his arms on the eighth floor.

"It's not good, the big thing is not good, a prisoner has escaped from prison!" Xiao Luo panicked.

"What happened?" Wang Hao said in a deep voice.

Step forward.

Appearing in front of Ronaldinho, he said solemnly, "Which prisoner escaped from prison?"

"It's the scholar who was just imprisoned last night. Together with another old prisoner, he broke free from the chains!" Xiao Luo eagerly explained.

Hearing the explanation in his ear, the appearance of the Confucian sage and the scholar in Tsing Yi suddenly appeared in Wang Hao's mind.

"Damn? It turned out to be them?!"

His face was frosty, and his eyes instantly turned cold.

Zhou Dianju reminded thousands of times, that the scholar and the young master Youming should not have any accidents...

As a result, as soon as he left on his front foot, a scholar escaped from prison on his back foot.

If this matter got to Zhou Dian prison's ears, he wouldn't be able to explain it at all!

One hundred thousand hot!
Rushed to the cell where the Confucian saint son was held.

There is a mess in front of me!
The iron door of the cell was violently smashed open by a terrifying force, and there were broken cold iron chains scattered all over the place, and there were still some righteous spirits that had not dissipated on it.

In the corridor lay a group of jailers howling in agony.

Fortunately, there is no danger of life!

"Chasing! They can't escape very far..." Wang Haohan said in a voice.

With a cold light in his eyes, holding a sharp sword, he turned into an afterimage and rushed out.

Galloping all the way, passing through the various layers of prisons, there are jailers who have lost their combat effectiveness everywhere.

Haven't reached the hall on the first floor yet.

The sound of fierce fighting came from outside, and the roar continued.

Infuriating!

"Brother Wang... there seems to be something going on outside!" Xiao Luo said nervously.

I saw the sword light flickering in the hall, several figures collided with each other, and the terrifying momentum swept all directions, like a storm destroying everything around.

Hundreds of prison guards were brave enough to surround the exit of the prison, blocking it completely.

Take a good look at the situation in the field.

Xiao Luo said pleasantly: "It's the third prince, he's fighting the fugitive!"

"Quickly pass on the news here, and I'll help the third..." Wang Hao said seriously.

Unflappable.

The words fall.

He rushed out without hesitation, holding a sharp sword, and joined the battle.

heard.

Xiao Luo said eagerly: "Brother Wang, you are a Qi practitioner, why are you going to join in the fun... Come back quickly!"

I reached out to pull his clothes, but before I stretched out my hand, Wang Hao had turned into an afterimage and disappeared.

He frowned and said in surprise, "So fast?"

The battle in the field was very fierce.

Under the joint siege of the Confucian sage Meng Ran and the Tsing Yi scholar, the third prince was in danger, and gradually felt powerless.

Especially after learning that the third prince was the son of Emperor Tianqi, Meng Ran was like a wild lion caught in a rage.

"Today, I will take your head first, and get back some interest from the old thief Tianqi..." Meng Ran growled.

Hair dancing!

His eyes were gradually bloodshot, and the awe-inspiring righteousness in his body was rolling and boiling wantonly.

Replacing the sword with a finger, extremely fierce!
Relying on the cultivation level of the Fusion Realm to suppress the third prince to death, if the third prince hadn't comprehended the supreme sword intent, he might have died under his sword right now.

In addition, there is a Tsing Yi scholar who is a great Confucianist next to him, reciting Confucian classics, every sentence is heart-wrenching.

The tongue, the gun, and the sword kept disturbing the third prince's mind.

Dangerous!

"Presumptuous! You arrogant Confucian scholars are really rebellious... You should be punished for insulting the emperor in public!" The third prince gritted his teeth.

The veins on his forehead popped out, and he held a long sword and kept clanging.

An unyielding sword intent evaporated from his body, showing its sharpness, tearing apart the surrounding void.

The sword is in full swing!

Thousands of sword qi surround the whole body, gradually condensing into an unrivaled sword momentum.

"Open the mountain!"

A low growl.

The third prince leaned forward, swung his sword with all his strength, and smashed the sky with all his might.

Countless sword qi filled the hall on the first floor soared into the sky, carrying an infinite destructive aura, all of them fell towards Meng Ran.

Destruction!

Wherever it goes, it turns into dust.

boom!
The dust has settled.

Meng Ran's whole body glowed with blazing white light, and he stood where he was, unscathed.

Talent protects the body, and all dharmas do not invade.

however.

The scholar in Tsing Yi at the side was affected by the battle, flew out on the spot, hit the black iron wall, vomited blood and fell to the ground.

"You have a strong move, but it's a pity you met me..." Meng Ran sneered.

With a wave of the sword.

The terrifying awe-inspiring righteousness condensed a sharp sword energy at the fingertips, stabbing towards the third prince's head.

At this moment, the third prince's body was trembling slightly, and he was on the verge of falling.

After slashing a sword with all his strength, his old injury recurred and he was exhausted.

Standing in place, there is no ability to dodge at all.

see this scene.

The guards around were shocked and wanted to come forward to rescue him, but it was already too late.

"Your Highness, be careful!" a jailer yelled.

Once the lives of the princes and princesses are in danger in the sky prison, all the jailers present will be doomed.

Some jailers were ashen-faced, they didn't dare to look at the scene of the third prince's tragic death, and closed their eyes directly.

In the nick of time.

A red light pierced through the void and appeared in front of the third prince, knocking off the deadly sword energy on the spot.

The blood sword volleyed in the air, floating in front of everyone's eyes.

"Magic sword?" Meng Ran asked vigilantly.

Frowning slightly, he looked around, looking for the owner of the magic sword.

Afterimages flicker.

A stalwart figure quietly appeared in front of everyone.

"The king's punishment?!" All the jailers were in shock.

Never expected that it would be Wang Hao who made the move at the critical moment.

"Isn't Wang Tixing the cultivation base of the Qi training state? When did it become so powerful?" Someone asked suspiciously.

Looking at the expressionless Wang Hao in the field, their eyes showed disbelief.

"I knew you would make a move..." the third prince said.

His eyes flickered, staring at the man in front of him, a tricky smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, I've got a showdown... I'm the one pretending to be you." Wang Hao shrugged helplessly.

Turning her head to look at him, she reminded in a low voice, "Don't try again in the future, everyone is tired."

Raising his hand to hold the Blood Drinking Demon Sword, the whole person's momentum changed instantly.

With Hongluan in hand, she becomes a bloodthirsty demon god!

"This prince already guessed it was you..." The third prince said proudly.

"You have left too many flaws. Not everyone in the capital can comprehend the power and intent of the sword. If you want to blame it, you are too proud!"

"Okay, okay, the third highness is the best, we'll talk about this later... Can you not interfere with my suppression of fugitives?" Wang Hao said seriously.

Done.

Ignoring the third prince's reaction, he used the Jinghong movement technique and came to Meng Ran.

Stand with a sword!

Seeing his heroic demeanor showing off his majesty, the third prince curled his lips, and retreated aside tactfully.

Leave it to Wang Hao to show his holiness in front of others...

"Are you going back by yourself, or do you want me to take you back?" Wang Hao said in a deep voice.

His eyes were cold, and he stared at the other party without emotion, with a faint murderous aura overflowing.

A head of half-white hair flutters automatically without wind.