Chapter 2044 [Shang Xie]

Changsun Qingzhao dodged again.

He hid in a hurry, but he did not look impatient at all, and he did not seem surprised at all why the emperor, who was supposed to have lost all his internal strength, suddenly recovered his martial arts.

He dodged while smiling and said,

"My nephew, do you want to challenge me to a duel? You should have told me in advance. Why did you draw your sword without a single word?"

A streak of snow came across, and Changsun Qingzhao suddenly leaned back. The sword blade brushed past his nose, silently blowing off a few strands of his long hair.

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Chang Sun Chi still said nothing.

A terrifying black aura swirled around his sword, and every move he made was filled with a strong bloodthirsty flavor. The murderous aura was so strong that it made him look as cold and ruthless as a ghost. He was completely different from the bright and energetic young man in the martial arts competition many years ago.

Changsun Qingzhao was not dealing with it easily, but he kept talking and seemed a little careless.

"Is the nephew angry?"

He had no weapons in his hands, so he had to hide all the time, his tone was a bit amusing,

"What's there to be angry about? Don't you want her to go with you to Yangui? I helped you, why don't you thank me, but treat the emperor's uncle like this?"

Chang Sun Chi said nothing, but there was an extremely violent look in his eyes, and his moves became more and more brutal.

Chang Sun Qingzhao refused to stop talking, and the smile in his voice became even stronger, but with undisguised sarcasm.

"What's wrong? Did I guess wrong? Your Majesty, you actually want her to go with you to Yan Gui, either to watch you die on the battlefield, or to watch you win the battle and then die on the way back in triumph? You don't seem like such a cruel person, do you?"

Changsun Chi's sword finally paused for a moment.

He swept the Regent away with a single sword strike, then stood silently in the night. After a long moment, he slowly spoke,

"Don't you understand why I came here tonight?"

The emperor's light-colored eyes glowed with coldness and indifference in the night. He looked at Changsun Qingzhao and said expressionlessly,

"Even if I don't want her to follow me, that's my business. It's not someone else's turn to hurt her body."

I don’t know which word in this sentence touched the Regent.

The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness.

Changsun Qingzhao curled his lips slightly, but there was no intention of smiling. Then he stretched out his hand in mid-air, and a sword was suddenly thrown from somewhere in the darkness, and he caught it steadily in his hand.

Chang Sun Qing looked at the person opposite and said indifferently,

"I think the emperor has forgotten that he is a dying man. There is nothing in this world that belongs to you anymore."

The Regent slowly drew the sword from its scabbard, his tone light,

"But since the nephew has forgotten, it is necessary for me as the uncle to remind you."

Before he finished speaking, the scabbard fell to the ground with a clatter, and at the same time, the two men rushed towards each other, like two gusts of cold wind in the dim light of the night.

The long sword pierced through the night with a clang, and turned into countless intertwined snow shadows.

The flowers and leaves around were blown into pieces by the sword wind.

Someone's sword swept across the stone table, and the white jade wine pot exploded due to the surging internal force. The broken porcelain pieces were swept by the blade and flew towards Changsun Qingzhao like a flying knife.

But the Regent was also extremely fast, and the sword in front of him crackled and swept away countless fragments like an afterimage.

When all the fragments fell, Changsun Chi, who was still far away just now, had already appeared in front of him. It was unknown what kind of body movement he used, but he swooped down from a high altitude, and his hands holding up the border burst out with blue veins, which were particularly conspicuous and even hideous on the pale backs of his hands.

The sword light fell like heavy snow, and before it reached the eyes, it brought a biting chill, and reflected a dazzling white in Changsun Qingzhao's raised eyes.