Chapter 151: The Poor Daoist Jiang Yang, Please King Jing to Die
"The time has come, kill!"
Yao Shuhai smiled and threw out the Li Zhan card in his hand.
Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a dark shadow coming diagonally above him.
Benedict!
A slightly dull sound.
It's like a dart hitting the bull's-eye of a wooden stake.
Yao Shuhai's body was uncontrollable and he sank back suddenly, his back pressed tightly against the back of the chair, and heartbreaking pain came from his chest.
Yao Shuhai blinked twice, lowered his head blankly, and saw an iron sword stuck in his chest, almost pinning him to the chair.
Life flowed rapidly in Yao Shuhai's pupils!
His lips were slightly open and squirming... but he could not speak, and infinite panic flashed across his face.
He stretched out his hand, wanting to ask for help from Prince Jing beside him.
Prince Jing, on the other hand, was so frightened that he slid from his chair to the ground, his face full of shock and panic.
The snow-white fox fur was muddy, and he stepped back on his hands and feet, unable to speak clearly: "Someone is coming... to protect you!"
Dozens of golden melon warriors immediately drew their swords from their waists and guarded King Jing, looking for potential enemies.
"Kill people, kill people!"
The people watching slowed down, screamed in horror, and fled in all directions.
The next moment, two figures fell from the sky.
Boom!
A man is dressed as a Taoist priest, wearing leggings, standing tall and straight, with his back to the crowd.
Another man in white clothes fluttered, holding the giant sword behind his back, looking indifferently at the pumpkin warriors coming up from all around!
"Master Jiang! It's Master Jiang!"
When the prisoners saw the person coming, they all shouted in surprise:
"Master Jiang is not dead yet, Master Jiang is still alive!"
Jiang Yang? Wasn't he buried under Zhennanguan? Wasn't he already dead? Even his body was not dug out... Xun Yijian frowned, and the unsheathed sword in his hand
Close it again.
Lu Ximing looked calmly at the young Taoist priest on the stage: "Is he Jiang Yang?"
Xun Yijian nodded and asked: "Sir, did you just say that he was the one who came to save people?"
Lu Ximing nodded.
.......
Looking at the golden melon warriors around him, Prince Jing suddenly felt confident.
He stood up from the ground and looked directly at Jiang Yang: "You are the Jiang Yang who single-handedly defeated the army of monsters? Don't you look good?"
Jiang Yang did not answer directly, but asked: "Are you Prince Jing?"
"Of course..." Prince Jing admitted with a smile and said proudly, "No one in the world would dare to impersonate me."
King Jing was very proud of himself.
"Your Highness, save, save me."
There was a cry for help in his ears, and Prince Jing turned his head and looked over.
Yao Shuhai was found nailed to a chair, unable to move, with blood flowing from his mouth and soaking through the official robe on his chest.
Prince Jing frowned and walked over: "Are you not dead yet? Don't worry, if you work for me, I will treat your family well."
Yao Shuhai used the last bit of his strength to grab Prince Jing's sleeves, his eyes showing despair, and he vomited blood and said:
"Your Highness, he, he will kill you..."
Prince Jing sneered and said disdainfully: "Are all the people in the imperial court raised by idlers? I want to see who can get close to me."
Yao Shuhai felt very cold at this moment, cold to the core: "Your Highness, he will really kill you..."
He repeated it over and over again.
Hearing this, Prince Jing became quite impatient, shook off Yao Shuhai's hand, and pulled out the sword from his chest.
Immediately, a column of blood spurted out and sprinkled on the white snow, blooming into bright red flowers.
Yao Shuhai completely lost all hope of life, his head tilted, and he refused to close his eyes.
Prince Jing looked at the broken sword in his hand, then at Jiang Yang, and said with a smile:
"Little Taoist priest, if you...if you really don't have money to buy weapons, you can tell me and I can give you one."
"good......"
Prince Jing asked subconsciously: "By the way, what are you doing here?"
Jiang Yang looked at Prince Jing calmly and said word by word:
"Ignorant Jiang Yang, please let Prince Jing die!"
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Upon hearing this, the expressions of Prince Jing and everyone else changed drastically.
But soon, Prince Jing suddenly couldn't help but tremble, he looked up to the sky and burst into laughter, and said wildly: "Hahahaha... You, you alone, still want to kill me?"
"Joke, what a big joke!"
"Come here, get this beast for me!"
Prince Jing smiled and was suddenly stunned because he found that no one came forward.
He looked back and was shocked to find that the Jingua warrior behind him was lying on the ground at some point, with a wound on his neck spurting blood.
"Come quickly, let me capture it!" Prince Jing shouted loudly. He soon saw the imperial guards who had come after hearing the news and hurriedly hid behind them.
Just as the imperial guards were about to take the stage, they saw a flash of white light, and then the screen rotated rapidly.
Bah chirp, bah chirp, bah chirp...
Heads fell to the ground one after another, and pillars of blood spurted out.
The person who did it had no trace of blood on his white clothes.
So cruel... Everyone looked at the swordsman in white with a huge sword behind him, and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.
One attack would cost the lives of many people.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Prince Jing's eyes widened instantly, and his body finally couldn't help trembling. His legs went weak and he almost sat on the ground.
Jiang Yang walked towards Prince Jing with a fierce look in his eyes.
When Jiang Yang took a step, Prince Jing took a step back.
He saw Xun Yijian in the crowd and quickly shouted for help:
"Xun Jianxian, please stop him quickly. You are my great worshiper in Western Shu. You can't just ignore death..."
Xun Yijian watched everything happening on the stage indifferently. Slowly, he raised the sword in his hand. King Jing was overjoyed: "Yes, yes, yes, come and save me..."
"When I ascend the throne in the future, I will give you an official title and give you a title..."
Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Xun Yijian's hand holding the sword suddenly let go.
The iron sword fell to the ground with a clang.
Xun Yijian frowned and said, "You deserve to die!"
Prince Jing was stunned for a moment, his face turned ashen.
He saw the two people standing next to Xun Yijian again and shouted quickly:
"Two adults, please help me, please help me...I, Xishu, have always had a good relationship with Dazhou, please save me..."
Lu Ximing curled his hands into his sleeves, his eyes calm and indifferent.
Wei Wushuang took a step forward, but he ignored Prince Jing. Instead, he looked at Jiang Yang and said, "Hey, little Taoist priest, if you kill him like this, your reputation will never be cleansed."
Jiang Yang paused for a moment, clasped his fists in thanks and said, "Thank you for the reminder, strong man."
Then he continued to approach King Jing.
Boom!
One punch.
Prince Jing was beaten so much that he vomited acidic water from his mouth, his body instantly bent into a crotch, and he collapsed limply on the ground.
In such extreme fear, he almost forgot to resist.
Jiang Yang reached out and snatched the broken sword from Prince Jing's hand, and cut off the ropes on the bodies of Sheriff Yan and others.
Then he grabbed Prince Jing's hair with one hand and dragged him to the front of the beheading stage, making him kneel down.
Then he asked the onlookers: "Everyone, would anyone bother to go out and invite His Majesty and the princes of the imperial court to this place?"