Chapter 408 Something Bad Happens

"Of course, if you really don't dare to fight in front of so many colleagues, I will..."

After Tang Zhao threw down the declaration of war, he continued talking to himself, but when he heard the word "OK", his voice stopped abruptly!

She was stunned for a moment, looking at the owner of Lihua Hall in doubt and surprise. She had the urge to pick her ears.

"You... agreed?"

Zhao Duan held the waist badge between his fingers, twisted his wrist, and threw it back, with a smile on his face.

"What else?"

Tang Zhao, who was privately known as the "Rouge Horse of the Frontier" by the border troops, was speechless for a moment, and his cold eyes lost their aggressive edge.

This was slightly different from what she had imagined. This guy agreed too readily...

She had originally expected that Zhao Duan would try to avoid fighting with her even to maintain his dignity in front of his subordinates, but this guy nodded so quickly that he even seemed a little impatient.

"General Tang, we can't move here. How about you follow me to the central square of the Yamen?"

Zhao Duan stretched out his arm and made a "please" gesture.

"That's the best." Tang Zhao raised his chin and picked up the lance on the table.

I thought to myself that this person overestimated his own abilities, probably because he thought he was a woman and underestimated his enemy.

Well, I'll make him look bad in public and redeem myself for this little brother.

The two men walked out of the hall, one in front and one behind, surrounded by the Jinyiguan of Lihua Hall, and headed for a small square in the imperial yamen. When they arrived, the people from other halls also heard the news and rushed to watch the excitement.

When they learned that Zhao Du'an was going to compete with Tang Zhao, the second daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo and a female general on the frontier, they were all shocked.

"Zhao Jisi is too impulsive. Tang Zhao is a truly divine general in the army. How long has he only been in the realm of breakthrough?"

Upon hearing the news, Zhang Han, the King of Rolls, frowned as he stood among the crowd of spectators.

At the side, Narcissus Hall Master Haitang walked over with long legs, a look of suspicion on her teardrop-shaped face:

"I don't think so. When have you ever seen that cunning fellow named Zhao suffer any loss?"

Haitang once went to Xiahu Pavilion with Zhao Duan. Although she had never seen him take action, she knew that Zhao Duan had entered the middle-level realm.

"This..." Zhang Han and other Jinyi looked at each other in surprise, unable to refute, and turned their gazes to the center of the square.

Someone murmured:

"Is Zhao Jisi perhaps holding a trump card? Like a powerful talisman? But military competitions prohibit the use of such foreign objects. If you rely on a talisman to win, even if you win, it won't be glorious."

On the court.

At this moment, the two of them had already stood still, and the surroundings had also become quiet tacitly.

Tang Zhao was filled with anger and was in no mood to waste time. He held a thick, dark lance in both hands, bent his stance with his knees lowered, and locked his eyes on the pretty boy who was holding the Frost Sword in one hand. A circle of dust suddenly swept away by the edge of his boots.

The whole person rushed forward at full speed, the tip of the lance gleaming coldly, aiming straight at Zhao Duan's throat!

“Woo—”

The spear broke through the cold wind, and a low explosion broke out in the air.

At this moment, Zhao Duan seemed to see in a trance that the person opposite him was not a woman fighting on foot with a spear, but a female general riding a fierce horse and charging into the battle!

“So fast!”

Zhao Duan's heart trembled, and he went from extreme stillness to extreme movement. An ordinary divine chapter would take at least two breaths to complete, but Tang Zhao only took the blink of an eye.

Without any hesitation, at this moment, Zhao Duan didn't even think.

During those few months, the countless times he was tortured to death by Pei Niannu in the "Six Chapters Sutra" had already imprinted many combat strategies into his instincts.

He twisted his wrist and unsheathed the Frost Sword. The bright sword covered with cold mist collided with the lance at an elusive speed, leaving an afterimage.

“Ding ding ding…”

Every time, the sword blade avoided the tip of the lance and cut from the side, reducing the force while disrupting the lance's stabbing trajectory. Zhao Duan's body leaned back, his boots leaving faint marks on the ground, and he retreated violently!

An inch longer, an inch stronger. Even for a martial artist, the innate gap in weapons cannot be made up in an instant.

When the sword was swung for the fifty-third time, the overwhelming momentum of the horse lance finally fell. Zhao Duan twisted his body and stepped sideways, pressing the sword blade against the black spear shaft of the horse lance, and slashed forward with a "swish".

Tang Zhao's face turned cold, and he shook his arms violently. The entire spear shaft shook violently, and the spear head and tail turned in a circle. With the infusion of majestic energy, illusory flames suddenly erupted from the surface of the spear shaft.

She stood still, using her waist as the "axis", and her body rotated like a thousand-ton millstone, sweeping through the army. A huge force smashed the Frost Sword into a thrilling arc!

"Bang--"

Zhao Duan held the hilt of the sword, and the sword suddenly rebounded and bounced several feet to the side. He did not resist, but was swept to the edge of the small square by the horse spear like a fallen leaf.

There was originally a water tank here, but it was abandoned during the coldest days of winter. The water in the tank froze into ice, and the surface was covered with light snow.

Zhao Duan landed lightly beside the water jar, his sleeves snapping, and the long sword in his hand drew an arc, hitting the jar with the horizontal surface of the sword.

"Buzz!"

Everyone heard a trembling sound, and then saw that the half-man-high water tank was like a gyroscope, being swung away by Zhao Duan, and it flew off the ground with a whirr, spinning like a cannonball towards Tang Zhao who was rushing with a spear for the second time.

"What's the point of just hiding? It's really like an embroidered pillow with silver plating and a spear head."

Tang Zhao sneered, without dodging or evading, he thrust out with his lance, and the heavy water tank shattered into pieces with a "bang". The broken tiles flew towards the crowd in all directions like shrapnel, and the ice lumps inside were also shattered, turning into countless ice fragments.

After the shell was broken, the clear water inside that had not yet frozen solid also floated all over the sky.

Seeing this, Zhao Duan had a momentary urge to use the "Black Turtle Seal".

As long as he wanted, he could turn the flying ice water into bullets and shoot Tang Zhao, who was surrounded by it, into a sieve.

But the thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before he suppressed it. There was no need to expose the Black Turtle Seal, a trump card unknown to outsiders.

But this doesn't mean giving up opportunities.

“clang!”

A thin dark gold thread suddenly slid out from the sleeve of Zhao Duan's sword holding a sword with great force. The Golden Crow Flying Knife whizzed out along the blade of the Frost Sword like a missile sliding into the groove of the ballistic launch track.

"A sneak attack?"

Tang Zhao raised his eyebrows, faced the icy rain, swung the tip of his lance, and with a ding, knocked the flying knife away!

Zhao Duan took the opportunity to suddenly close the distance and approach with a sword. At the same time, two pale flames suddenly appeared in the depths of his pupils!

Spell: Spiritual Flame!

"snort!"

The energetic Tang Zhao was caught off guard. He felt as if his heart was being grasped by an invisible hand, causing intense pain from the inside out.

His face instantly turned into a "mask of pain", and his seamless movements were forced to stop.

The lance in his hand was not held firmly, and Zhao Duan used several consecutive sword strikes to knock it away, and the man was already close to him.

Once a long weapon is brought close to the body, it becomes a burden. The pain of Ling Yan only lasted for a moment before Tang Zhao used her cultivation to withstand it. She decisively discarded the weapon and covered her fists with a strong aura like flowing flames.

“Ding ding ding…”

The fist and sword collided, but this time, even though Tang Zhao's Qi was much stronger than Zhao Duan, he was at a disadvantage facing the latter who had the advantage of weapons. After several collisions, several layers of the Qi on the surface of his body were forcibly cut off.

"It seems that you are not as strong as you appear." Zhao Duan mocked on the microphone.

Tang Zhao had a blank expression on her face. Suddenly, blood-red lines appeared on her slender neck from the collar. In the blink of an eye, they spread to half of her face.

“Evil spirit!”

Haitang was among the crowd, her eyes sharp. "Is this the martial art passed down by the Zhenguo family? The secret technique of concealing blood and evil spirits within the body during military battles?"

Zhao Duan could not hear the discussions of his colleagues, but he clearly saw that a light red gas column like wolf smoke rose from the body of Tang Zhao, who was unarmed, and rose several feet into the air.

At the same time, he suddenly felt a strong fear, as if he was walking in the mountains and being targeted by a bloodthirsty beast.

Behind Tang Zhao, the wisps of light red evil spirit vaguely condensed into an illusory lion-tiger with a leopard head and round eyes. It looked down at him coldly, and lay on all fours, ready to pounce on him.

"What a weird thing..." Zhao Duan retreated decisively, leaving behind an afterimage as he retreated three feet.

Then, before anyone could react, he suddenly put his free left hand in front of his chest and made a gesture, forming a "flower-picking" hand seal.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the green lotus swayed gently.

"Sealing spell!"

A Buddhist symbol of the character "卍" surrounded by a faint glow emerged silently from the air.

He pinched his fingers, pointed his left hand forward, exhaled, and said, "Seal!"

The Buddhist character "卍" expanded to a person's height in a breath. In the astonished eyes of the people, the strokes of the Buddhist character seemed to be alive, wriggling and breaking free from the original structure of the text.

It dispersed into several chains condensed from Buddha's light and fell over Tang Zhao's head with a dull look in his eyes!

…

…

Outside the Duke of Zhenguo’s Mansion.

Young Master Tang Ping rode his horse towards the gate of the mansion with a slightly excited mood.

Logically speaking, since the Duke is coming back today, he should go to greet him or wait for him at home.

But Tang Ping's stubborn temper did not allow him to exercise this privilege and leave the barracks without permission.

Instead, he completed his daily guard duty in the camp. Only then, under the almost amusing and crying urging of Commander Shi Meng, did he hand in his leave application and ride home.

"Young Master! You're back! The master has already entered the mansion." The servant guarding the door hurried forward to greet him.

Tang Ping smiled slightly and dismounted. "How are my father and second sister? Where are they at home?"

The servant said, "The master is in the east wing, and the second young lady hasn't returned yet."

Tang Ping was stunned for a moment: "Second sister didn't return to Beijing?"

The servant explained, "I'm back, but the second young lady went to the imperial court and said she had some things to do and would be back later."

The imperial court... doing things... The young master was stunned for a moment, and then his expression suddenly changed drastically: "Not good!"

Then, under the confused gaze of the servants, he jumped on his horse, turned his horse's head, and galloped towards the direction of the imperial edict.

However, he happened to run into a group of officials who came to the Duke's Mansion on horseback to pay a visit. Tang Ping's eyes lit up, and he hurried over and said quickly:

"Master Ma, where is Lord Zhao?"

Ma Yan was stunned for a moment, and had a bad feeling:

"He's gone back to the government office. We were just about to go into the mansion to pay our respects to the Duke, but what are you doing, young master..."

Tang Ping's face twitched as he quickly described the situation. When the officials learned that the second young lady of the Tang family had gone to the imperial court to kill someone, they were all startled and had some bad guesses.

"...Oh no." Ma Yan's breathing tightened. Without thinking too much, he immediately changed his mount and rushed towards the government office with Tang Ping.

"I hope that kid won't be impulsive..."

Only a group of officials were left looking at each other in bewilderment: "Eh, no..."

(End of this chapter)