Prince's Mansion.
An angry voice rang out from the inside: "Assholes! What are you doing? This is a perfect opportunity. As long as I suppress Fifth Brother, I can force Father to abdicate. Quickly send a message outside the city and summon the troops!"
The prince gave orders to his subordinates with a nervous and excited look on his face.
In his opinion, his fifth brother's behavior was nothing more than a desperate gamble made out of unwillingness to give up after failing in the competition for the throne.
According to the news, the capital is now closed, which means that the fifth brother is likely to have no reinforcements from outside the city. But it is different for me! Whether it is outside the city or the nearby city soldiers, they all have their own forces! As long as I use the name of killing the traitor, I can immediately summon a large number of troops!
And then, as long as he could protect his father and wait for the army outside the city to come to support, everything would change!
His father will be questioned, and his own influence will reach its maximum, allowing him to ascend to the throne directly!
"puff!"
Suddenly, there was a sound of cutting, and a flash of knife came. The man who was about to run out to deliver the letter was cut in half in an instant, and a large amount of blood was spilled on the tables and chairs in the hall.
The prince and his subordinates were stunned, only to hear two leisurely voices.
"What kind of tonic did you take? How did you advance so much all at once? I, the Taoist, narrowly escaped death this time and originally thought that I would immediately surpass the younger generation after I emerged. Wow, you've become a senior straight away?"
"Hahahaha, you're walking and you want to compete with me on a bike. How can you possibly beat me?"
"Bike? What bike?"
The two of them walked to the door outside the hall while talking.
"Who are you?!" a soldier beside His Royal Highness the Crown Prince shouted sternly.
The two men responded, "Fusu."
"Zhou Zhilu."
The soldier frowned. "A Taoist monk named Fusu? Zhou Zhilu... is he the Fuye Guard who became famous in the capital a while ago?"
He had heard of the reputations of these two people in the capital. He remembered that they both seemed to have the fourth-level cultivation. The Taoist monk just mentioned a breakthrough, which meant they were at the fifth-level.
After thinking this through, the soldiers became more confident. Just two fifth-level people dared to come and stop the Prince's Mansion?
The fierce man said, "You two little brats, do you know where this place is? How dare you act so wildly here? Today I'll teach you that there are some people you can't afford to offend, and there are some things you shouldn't meddle in!"
After saying this, he turned to the Crown Prince and asked, "Your Highness, please allow me to go and execute these two men as a warning to others!"
The prince nodded coldly and said, "General Zeng, I'll trouble you then."
He also wanted to take the opportunity to see what other tricks the other party had.
General Zeng took a step and instantly rushed towards Zhou Zhilu and the other two. He drew out the long sword from his waist with a bang, and his whole body burst out with a powerful aura, which was at the level of the sixth level.
When Fusu saw this, he raised his eyebrows, retreated decisively and hid behind.
But Zhou Zhilu had a calm expression. He stepped forward to meet the enemy and slashed upwards with the long sword in his hand. There was a ding sound and sparks flew everywhere.
General Zeng looked at Zhou Zhilu holding his sword steadily, with an incredible expression on his face. He then exerted force with his hand, but was horrified to find that no matter how hard he tried, Zhou Zhilu's long sword, which was held horizontally with one hand, did not shake at all!
General Zeng quickly took a step back and then slashed the ground with his long sword. Sparks burst out and a raging fire ignited. As the long sword was raised, the fire extended and suddenly formed a fierce fire snake, attacking Zhou Zhilu from below.
Seeing this, Zhou Zhilu instantly drew out the second long sword from his waist with his left hand. The moment the long sword was unsheathed, General Zeng suddenly found that the temperature around him suddenly rose a little.
Immediately, when the blade was unsheathed, a blazing fire suddenly erupted from the scabbard, and a cry of "White Tiger Blaze!" suddenly rang out from the corner of the scabbard.
The red flames instantly turned white, and the raging flames gathered around Zhou Zhilu, transforming into a flaming tiger. With a roar, the tiger instantly bit the fire snake's neck and bit it into pieces with a bang.
However, the flaming white tiger had no intention of giving up. As Zhou Zhilu swung his sword and slashed at General Zeng, the white tiger pounced away in an instant.
"stop!"
An old man beside the prince shouted hurriedly, holding a long sword and instantly passed General Zeng from behind and stabbed at the white tiger's eyebrows.
But suddenly the white tiger split into two, circled the old man in an instant, and reunited behind him, then suddenly leaped up with a tiger roar.
"How dare you!" the old man shouted angrily, and suddenly turned around, his pupils suddenly shrank. He saw that General Zeng was kneeling on the ground, his long sword fell to the ground, and there was nothing on his neck.
A flaming white tiger appeared behind it, holding a flaming, bloody head in its mouth.
The two fierce tiger eyes stared at the old man, and the old man's heart suddenly turned cold.
He immediately turned to look at Zhou Zhilu and asked warily, "You... level seven?"
Zhou Zhilu held the knife in both hands, with cold air spreading on one side and raging flames on the other. He looked at the old man and smiled without saying a word.
The old man's heart trembled. How old was this young man before him? He had heard the name of the powerful nemesis before. At that time, he seemed to be just a small Fuye Guard who had jumped around a few times under the nose of a big shot. He was only a third-level guard.
But it's only been a short time. Seventh level? Seventh level is the cultivation level of a zombie ambassador! I'm only at the seventh level now, and the other party... is he thirty years old?
The old man was not wrong. Zhou Zhilu had now completed a leap in realm and reached the seventh level.
The main thing is that no matter whether it is the Martial Emperor, his previous self, or the Fifth Prince or the Right Prime Minister, the secrets revealed by these guys who are so cunning are enough to shock the entire continent.
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