"Royal brother..." Bai Ziyu was awakened by this sudden scene.
Watching the soldiers who had gradually regained their composure and were retreating down the mountain, they fell into an even more frenzied state.
His brother also vomited blood, his mind was damaged, and his physical strength was exhausted. He could not help but shout:
"Little darling, protect my brother. Anyone who dares to come close will be killed without mercy!!"
Xiaoguai is a wolf. Although he has spirituality, he has no internal strength, nor does he have the dark greed unique to humans. Therefore, he is not tempted by the devil.
As soon as the ferocious wolf heard Bai Ziyu's order, it immediately ran to Bai Ziche's wheelchair, with its back stretched out, looking like a domineering king who looked down upon all enemies.
Anyone who dared to approach Bai Ziche was either stabbed to death by Bai Shi, who was suppressing his inner restlessness, or killed by Xiaoguai.
Bai Ziche looked up weakly towards the source of the flute sound, where a lone figure stood.
At this time, on the stage, a man with black hair and white clothes stood with a flute in his hand, his posture resolute and his eyes staring coldly ahead.
He looked down at the soldiers of the Three Kingdoms who were already in chaos and fighting each other.
Bai Ziyu had a cruel and arrogant smile on her face, like a bloodthirsty goblin.
He used to regard human life as worthless, but now without Bai Ziche's supervision, he released the vicious and bloodthirsty snake demon in his heart, and only wanted to enjoy the pleasure of being baptized by blood.
The enchanting smile was like that of a naughty child, taunting and waving the wisteria whip wantonly, leaving anyone it touched with skin torn and bloody.
"Posha, control yourself," Zhou Nian shouted anxiously.
Posha was a man who followed Huangfu Lingao to lead the Posha Army and fought on the battlefield. Naturally, he had more murderous intent than ordinary people.
Hearing the man's hoarse and restrained voice, the murderous intent on his face became even stronger: "Shut up, I don't need you to care!" With a swing of the long sword, Zhou Nian was surrounded by broken limbs.
Looking at the cruelty and despair on Posha's usually cold face, a trace of pain flashed in Zhou Nian's wise eyes, so fast that even he himself might not have noticed it.
Zhou Nian looked at Po Sha again and calmly analyzed: "Po Sha, remember your name, do you want to put His Highness in a desperate situation?"
Zhou Nian's calm and rational voice was like a wake-up call, waking Posha up.
Yes, his name is Po Sha. He has been called Po Sha since five years ago, and it is just Po Sha.
Posha stood still, his expression gradually returning to its usual cold and solemn state, and he said in a cold voice: "Thank you for your guidance, military advisor."
Zhou Nian paused and came to Huangfu Lingao's side: "Your Highness, are you okay?"
The words were questions, but the tone was affirmative.
There is a kind of person who is so convincing, even in desperate situations.
The weaker a person's mind is, the more likely they are to be deceived by the devil's voice. For someone with an extremely strong mind like Huangfu Lingao, even the most powerful devil's voice would hardly shake him in the slightest.
Sure enough, Huangfu Lingao, dressed in black, had a serious expression on his face, his sword-like brows were slightly furrowed, but there was no trace of confusion in his eagle eyes.
It is still extremely clear, and there is a hot flame dancing.
"Nothing." Huangfu Lingao stood up from the ground, holding an ice knife and slashing out sharp ice blades to hit the flute magic formation coming from all directions.
The Ice Blade was originally made of thousand-year-old ice black iron, and the silver-white blade exuded a chilling aura.
It exudes a domineering and fierce aura. The two and a half inch wide blade is covered with black silk.
Yu Wuchen's devilish voice is the most capable of arousing people's potential desires and killing. The stronger the desire, the faster they will fall into the devil's barrier.
Bai Ziche is kind-hearted and has been prepared for this, so he won't be easily deceived by the evil sound.
However, Huangfu Lingao has been fighting on the battlefield for many years, killing countless people, and as the crown prince of Shengyuan, it is his lifelong ambition to conquer the world, so he should have been deeply trapped in the devil's barrier.
Yet he managed to control his evil deeds with his extremely strong willpower.
With his proud and domineering nature, he would never allow himself to be controlled by anyone, and he would definitely use the ice knife in his hand to break the magic sound formation.
A cold light flashed, and the collision between the sword energy and the flute sound produced a roar, and the black clothes rolled.
His expression was arrogant and stern, like a Shura or a god soaring in the air, looking down at the indifference of the people and the power of the world.
At this moment, Huangfu Lingao was like the supreme being on earth who could coexist with heaven and earth, fight against gods and demons, and dominate all people in the world.
When Zhou Nian, Po Sha and other people from Sheng Yuan saw this scene, they naturally felt admiration and submission.
Bai Ziche couldn't help but admire him, while Bai Ziyu's eyes were burning with fighting spirit.
Shangguan Ruiyi, who had always regarded Huangfu Lingao as his mortal enemy, was now full of jealousy and malice.
Among the Three Kingdoms, Bai Ziche is known as the best young master in the world, which is indeed despicable.
But after all, he still disdained those literary things, and now he had no legs, so there was nothing to worry about.
But this Huangfu Lingao! The Crown Prince of Shengyuan! The God of War in the hearts of the Shengyuan people! The devil in the hearts of other people!
His father hated him immensely but always compared him with himself.
He was once the pride of his father, the emperor, and his mother, the empress. He was both civil and military, and fought on the battlefield at a young age.
He happened to meet these two people, especially after being defeated many times by Huangfu Lingao on the battlefield, which made his father more and more disappointed in him.
That's why his good second brother took the opportunity to win over his father's heart and compete with him in the court.
It’s all Huangfu Lingao’s fault!
If it weren't for him, he would have been able to achieve great military exploits and crush those brothers under his feet.
He ascended the throne smoothly, swept across the two countries of Sheng, Yuan, Yun and Lang, and created an imperial ambition to unify the world.
Thinking of this, Shangguan Ruiyi's expression became more and more crazy, as if he saw the moment when he stepped on the bodies of those people to ascend to the throne of the emperor.
Yes, as long as Huangfu Lingao dies, everything can be achieved this time. He called out in a low voice, and thirty people in gray iron armor immediately appeared around him.
At first glance, these people look no different from ordinary Tianqing soldiers.
In fact, it is not the case. A closer look reveals that these people's faces are as dead silent as a death. They are not in a frenzy, and not even a trace of expression appears.
These people would never frown even if they were cut into pieces by swords or tortured severely. They are real death warriors and killing machines controlled by drugs.
It is Shangguan Ruiyi's life-saving talisman. Even if he is surrounded by thousands of troops, he can still rescue him and break through with a desperate effort.
These were the results of his ten years of secret training, but today he turned them into death warrants that would send Huangfu Lingao to hell.
Shangguan Ruiyi showed a strange and sinister smile on his face and gave an order.
Thirty figures rushed straight towards Huangfu Lingao. With a stern look on their faces, they quickly flew up to block the outside and fight with him.
Zhou Nian frowned and stared at the dozens of people who suddenly appeared with an unclear expression.
Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he quickly swept his eyes across the crowd, and saw in the distance a figure in plain clothes being protected behind two masked men.
As if sensing Zhou Nian's probing gaze, the man in plain clothes nodded slightly at Zhou Nian.
Zhou Nian felt uneasy and whispered softly: "Sir, it's like this..."
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