In the courtyard square, Yan Wulu slowly came to a few meters in front of Jiang Fu and said calmly.
Countless servants of the Jiang family around them began to gather around after controlling the servants following Jiang Fu according to Yan Wulu's arrangements before the night banquet.
When they heard this, they felt that Prince Zhenbei was really a true gentleman!
...I want to give the opponent weapons and have a fair duel with Jiang Fu alone.
But what they didn't know was that Yan Wulu was just treating the opponent as a training dummy for a trial and fight.
For Jiang Fu, who has always been domineering in the Jiang family, many Jiang family servants have long been afraid to speak out about their suffering.
Today, they all know about Jiang Fu's poisoning.
Especially now that I see that Jiang Fu, who usually seems to be a powerful warrior, is now so embarrassed under Yan Wulu's sword.
For a time, all the servants of the Jiang family couldn't help but cheer for Yan Wulu.
They hoped that the prince of Zhenbei, as the son-in-law of the Jiang family, would eliminate harm to the Jiang family.
And Jiang Fu, when he saw that none of the servants were poisoned, he knew that he had no chance of making a comeback...
In such a situation of being besieged on all sides, there is only one plan for now——
surrender!
"Your Highness, please spare the life of this villain!"
"Your Highness, please spare the life of this villain!"
Jiang Fu suddenly knelt down and kept kowtowing to Yan Wulu, repeating this in his mouth, looking extremely humble and embarrassed.
The servants around him spat at him and cursed loudly.
Yan Wulu only felt that he had lost a suitable fighting opponent, and he was a little disappointed for a while...
And at this moment when Yan Wulu relaxed his vigilance.
Jiang Fu suddenly burst into flames.
He threw the dirt and dust he had grabbed into Yan Wulu's eyes, temporarily blinding him.
Yan Wulu was also unprepared, and for a moment he was completely hit.
I closed my eyes and took a few steps back, unable to open my eyes no matter what.
Relying on the absolute spiritual power of [Tianling Root], Yan Wulu could feel that Jiang Fu was rushing towards him at an extremely fast speed.
Jiang Fu may have a weapon hidden in his hand...
Yan Wulu's mind was racing rapidly, and even though his eyes were temporarily blind, he remained extremely calm.
The ring on the finger flashed at the right moment.
A finely forged spear appeared in Yan Wulu's hands. Relying on the consciousness brought by the [Tianling Root], Yan Wulu turned his body and thrust the gun to the left with all his strength!
Sharp metal punctures the human body.
Bright red blood spread across the sky.
Yan Wulu closed his eyes slightly, turned his body sideways, and stabbed a spear straight into Jiang Fu's heart... But the knife in Jiang Fu's hand was still "a thousand and eighty thousand miles away" from Yan Wulu
"Woolen cloth.
Blood spurted out like pillars, and it was extremely beautiful for a moment.
The surrounding onlookers were all affected by the atmosphere of this picture...
Or maybe it's human nature to crave blood.
Especially the blood of someone like Jiang Fu, who is defined as a "big villain".
For a moment, the entire Jiang family could only shout for His Royal Highness Yan Wulu...
The crowd coming out of the reception hall also witnessed this scene.
Most of them were secretly worried about Yan Wulu just now.
but……
In fact, if there are strong warriors here.
If you look closely at Jiang Fu's fallen body, you will find that Jiang Fu's fatal injuries at that moment, in addition to the spear wound that pierced the heart, there were three more...
Two of them were the work of the top secret guards of the Zhenbei Palace, each of which was a fatal blow. Only Zhang Chunhua and Qiuyue among those present could do it so quietly.
When the prince was in danger, they did not hesitate.
As for the last spot... it looks like a sword wound, a sword wound from the Jiang family's swordsmanship.
At the reception hall.
When everyone gathered to clean the eyes of the Crown Prince Yan Wulu, only Jiang Jie stood silently.
On his fingertips, there seemed to be a faint remnant of the inner energy gathered to point the sword.
far away.
Outside the courtyard, there were also figures leaving.
Between his fingers, he could actually see the accumulation of blue inner energy.
