Bold Witch, Don’T Hurt My Husband

Chapter 125 Thousands of troops in front of you, no one behind you

In the autumn of the sixty-fourth year of Fengde, it was the eighth day of September.

On this day, the huge capital city was filled with silence, and countless eyes were looking at a young man in the city.

There are merchants from the Four Seas Pavilion, worshipers from the royal family, as well as some lay people, disciples of the sect, as well as the city's civil and military officials, relatives of the emperor and the country.

Some people are worried, while others are just watching the fun.

A disciple of the Demon Sect, with only one sword, dared to break into the capital of a country, and silenced thousands of people, how refreshing it was.

On Vermilion Bird Street, a figure in white was walking slowly forward, holding an oil-paper umbrella. The ground was stained with blood, and behind him were scattered corpses, all of them from the city's Imperial Guards.

In the sky above his head, a fairy sword trembled and suppressed Xiaoxiao from all directions.

In front of them was a group of about half a hundred silver-armored guards. Although they were all at the Chuchen realm, they were scared out of their wits by Izumo's sword.

His own combat power is inferior to that of ordinary sect disciples, and with the death of his leader and the intimidation of his sword energy, his combat power is even lower than that of ordinary sect disciples.

Along the way, anyone who dared to stand in his way was struck by a sword. Wherever it passed, there were corpses on the ground.

Above the Jinluan Hall, important officials from the DPRK and the Central Government gathered together.

"Report, Your Majesty, the man has arrived at the intersection in Nancheng and is walking towards Princess Zhaorong's mansion. More than half of the Imperial Guards are dead or injured!"

Listening to the news reported by the visitor, Emperor Fengde couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Hearing this, Jiang Shangshu on the side quickly stepped forward and said:

"Your Majesty, please send experts to arrest him. We can't let him continue to be arrogant!"

"Please give me your Majesty's decree!"

"Please give me your Majesty's decree!"

Looking at the ministers around him, Emperor Fengde couldn't help but feel miserable. He couldn't take action above the Sea Transformation Realm. This was something his uncle had told him.

Although I don’t know why this is happening, but now the opponent has seven realms coming to attack the city, and the emperor’s uncle is not taking action, so he can only let the people under the Sea Transformation realm attack.

After all, in just a moment, the prince of Xichang died on the spot, two demon-slaying division commanders were lying dead, more than a dozen royal servants and even his personal guard commanders were killed and wounded more than half.

Facing the power of the Seven Realms, they had no choice but to ask people above the Sea of ​​Transformation Realm to risk their lives.

Although they have the most monks in the Third Realm in Jiang Country among all the sects, they cannot afford such consumption, especially with high-end combat power like Celestial Phenomenon.

"Order, the Imperial Guards to block the road that must pass by to ban him. At the same time, everyone in the city is ordered to turn into the sea. Anyone who can defeat this man will be rewarded with ten years of training resources and any one from the royal treasury!"

"yes!"

There are not only practitioners in the royal family in the city, but many ministers and even children in the family are practitioners.

In addition to the size of the capital, outsiders enter the city every day, from all sects and sects. There are also people from Four Seas Pavilion, Cloud Sea Academy, etc. here.

There are always experts among these people, and even if he relies on others to push him, he doesn't believe that Xia Fan can make a difference. After all, he is just a talented person on the personal ranking list, and when all his strength is exhausted.

In Princess Zhaorong's palace, the lights were brightly lit at this time. The slightly fat Prince Ying, who was wearing a python robe, was sitting on the main seat. There was still a faint aura of masters around the roof. There were soldiers surrounding the palace, which could be regarded as a complete siege.

In front of him was a woman kneeling on the ground, it was Princess Zhaorong.

"Dad, my daughter doesn't know anything. Really, she doesn't know when she provoked that person, Haoran. Yes, it must be Haoran. The two of them had a conflict. It's none of my daughter's business!"

Zhaorong was kneeling on the ground crying, feeling aggrieved. His father had come to ask her about this matter more than ten days ago, but how could such a wealthy young lady remember it.

It wasn't until today that man broke into the capital with a single sword, and another seven realms appeared in the capital and killed the prince of Xichang with a single sword, that everyone really paid attention to him.

"You bastard, it's none of your business why people want to kill you by name!"

"Normally you are just unruly and willful, but you don't know when you have made enemies with others. With your personality, if you were in an ordinary family, you would have died countless times!"

Although King Ying was furious, he couldn't really ignore his daughter. He originally wanted to take her into the palace, but he didn't expect that Emperor Fengde actually sent people to surround the princess's mansion.

Although he meant to protect them, it also showed that this matter was troublesome. Emperor Fengde had already prepared for the worst.

It's better to break into a princess's mansion than to break into the palace!

If that's the case, then Jiang Country will be really embarrassed.

Finally, when he was only one street away from Princess Zhaorong's mansion, Xia Fan stopped. The blood stains on the oil paper umbrella fell with the rain. At this time, standing in front of him were six masked men with knives. The aura exuding from his body was far stronger than those of the Imperial Guards.

Even in the face of his murderous intent, he didn't take a step back.

"Finally someone decent!" Xia Fan chuckled, and then the tombstone behind him hit the ground with a bang. Only then did everyone see the words on the tombstone clearly. This was the tombstone of a woman named Lou Qingxue.

Facing those Izumo Realm imperial guards who were frightened by Izumo, had no means of attack, and were mass-cultivated by external forces, he could do it with ease, but the six people in front of him were different. At first glance, they looked like some Deadpool kept in captivity privately.

The spiritual power fluctuations emanating from the body are the lowest among those in the Late Stage. Although it is far from the top of the list, it is not comparable to those soldiers just now.

He placed the oil-paper umbrella in his hand next to the tombstone to block the rain, and his whole body was bathed in the rain. Unexpectedly, the rain in the sky became more and more intense.

"Ding!"

The long sword in his hand was inserted on the green bricks at his feet. Xia Fan tied a tight knot at his two wide cuffs, and then pulled out the long sword fiercely. With a wave of his arm, the energy and blood all over his body spurted out, and rain fell in the air. Flying upside down, it was like a vacuum around him.

The imperial guards and the six masked men holding knives took a few steps back. Ten feet in front of them, a young man in white stood proudly, his white clothes swaying in the wind.

"die!!"

With a soft drink, Xia Fan's figure suddenly disappeared. Seeing this, six masked men advanced instead of retreating. They cooperated with each other and came towards him with knives.

The power of qi and blood in the body erupted, and the originally lifeless Dragon Ball Gold Core began to gradually become hot in the dantian.

Long Yuan was refined by his flesh and blood at an accelerated pace. Every time it was refined, his strength became stronger.

"Clang clang clang~"

The swords screamed, and the Imperial Guards in the distance could only see sparks flying on the deserted streets, and no one could be seen at all.

Xia Fan was unable to defend herself against six narrow knives, and a layer of tiny dragon scales appeared on her body.

"Tsk~~"

A masked man suddenly froze on the spot, a long sword passed through his throat, blood spurted out and splashed onto Xia Fan's white clothes.

Seeing this, the eyes of the remaining five men did not move at all. Some people's pupils turned dark blue, and powerful spiritual consciousness eroded towards him. Some people's flying swords behind their backs swallowed the sharpness, and a sword burst out.

Someone's body swelled, revealing bronze skin, like a copper skin and iron bones, unstoppable. Someone concealed his figure and hid in the dark, ready to launch a fatal blow at any time. The last person spit out black blood and muttered words. In an instant, The black blood was like a living thing, turning into a wisp of gray air and descending on his head.

Obviously, these Chuchenjing are not military masters trained by Jiang Country, but have many methods.

At this time, Xia Fan felt a spiritual consciousness acting on his spiritual platform, trying to influence his mind, but the murderous intention was immediately dispersed.

As soon as the cloud of gray gas on his head touched his body, it immediately penetrated into his body like a tarsal insect. Soon, poisonous gray curse lines appeared all over his body. In an instant, his whole body was covered with gray gas. Qi and blood began to decline.

Without any time to think, he drew out the long sword in his hand fiercely, slashed the man in black's head, and rushed towards the flying sword and the swollen man.

From the beginning to the end, he never used his Sword Intent. When he used all his strength, the energy and blood around him surged into the sky. His superficial Sword Intent had little effect at all.

Although he does not have the secret method of Divine Ability, his combat power at this time is astonishing.

"drink!"

Xia Fan held the sword with both hands, and the muscles around his body bulged. He cut the flying sword into two pieces with one strike. The man in the distance made a pop sound and vomited blood.

Before it was over, all the strength of the whole body was gathered on the front of the fist, and the two fists, one big and one small, collided together.

'boom! ! ’

The impact of the collision forced everyone back, and the surrounding walls and houses were not spared, and all collapsed.

"Chi~"

A sword energy passed by, and Xia Fan turned over to avoid it, turning her fist into a palm. In an instant, a trail of blood spattered, and the short knife passed through her palm.

He took the blow with his palm, and the man who was originally invisible was also held tightly by his palm.

With the huge brute force, the man's palm was crushed and deformed, but the man still remained silent.

"Chi~"

The sword light passed by, and the body was split into two. He carried half of the opponent's body, and slowly continued to move forward with blood and intestines spilled all over the floor.

The remaining four people had fluctuations in their eyes for the first time.

When the man was completely dead, Xia Fan let go and the dagger fell out of his hand. Black blood slid down his palm. The green bricks on the ground suddenly heard the sound of corrosion and white smoke came out.

"Impossible, he can't still have such fighting power after being under my spell!"

Finally, the man who had spit out black blood just now hid at the end and let out an incredible exclamation.

He used a spell to kill the opponent with his own energy and blood, causing his flesh and blood to rot. At this time, the black curse mark on Xia Fan's body was obviously affected by the spell.

But soon the four of them discovered that as more and more blood flowed from his hands, the spell marks on his body began to disappear.

What they didn't know was that after Xia Fan's continuous full-strength attacks, the dragon essence in her body began to boil. How could a mere mundane realm spell affect the energy and blood of the Celestial Phenomenon Flood Dragon.

"die!"

Xia Fan stood up from the ground and punched the strong man with copper skin and iron bones with all his strength. The dragon's energy in his body was boiling, and with astonishing power, he hit the strong man's thick arm with just one punch. It broke into pieces, and then a punch fell on the opponent's head.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and everyone saw that the man was shorter than before. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the head had been smashed into the chest cavity.

At this point, the man with blue eyes turned to look at the Imperial Guards behind him. A spiritual thought passed through him, sweeping away the murderous intent around him and shouting angrily:

"Go together!"

A loud shout was like a bolt from the blue, dispelling the fear in everyone's hearts, and at the same time their energy and blood surged upwards.

"kill!!"

"Kill!!"

Dozens of guards in silver armor, accompanied by three masked men in black, all came towards him.

Seeing this, he glanced at the tombstone standing not far behind him, and couldn't help but chuckle. A dragon roar came from his body, and the power of blood boiled again, rising into the sky, and dragon blood seeped out from his pores.

Holding a long sword, like a bloody Flood Dragon, he crashed into the crowd.

He didn't take a step back because someone was watching him.

There are thousands of troops in front of you, but there is no one behind you.

(end of this chapter)