Poison Concubine Space: The little peasant girl conspired against him

Xie Shoufu came out and lashed out at Feng Yi, "Don't make trouble, the Supreme Emperor. Because of the greed of the Supreme Emperor, the Longqian Kingdom lost 20 troops. Before that, another 30 troops were sent to attack the Fengyou Kingdom. This is already a hundred years for the Longqian Kingdom. It is inhumane to disregard the foundation, regard the life and death of 50 troops as child's play, and put the people of Longqian country in dire straits, it is inhumane, and I also ask the Supreme Emperor to abdicate, and return the peace of Longqian country."

The old man spoke so righteously, Feng Yi was so angry that he almost had a cerebral hemorrhage.

Compared with his son's rebellion, Xie Shoufu's betrayal is more stimulating to Feng Yi. You must know that Xie Shoufu was single-handedly promoted by him.

It had always been the sharpest knife in his hand, but now, it came to kill him instead.

"Okay, very good, my good prince, my good minister." Feng Yi laughed loudly.

The laughter didn't stop, only to hear Hong Zhongsheng suddenly say, "Come here, let me kill you."

With an order, countless black shadows jumped from the beams of the main hall, and then there was a burst of frantic fighting, indiscriminate killing.

"Father, are you crazy?" Feng Jiang thought he was bloodthirsty and cruel enough, but he turned out to be this crazy.

"Even if my country is destroyed, I won't hand it over to you, a scoundrel." Feng Yi's eyes were full of bloodthirsty, madness and destruction.

Originally this was just a battle between his father and son, but these courtiers also want to get involved, so don't blame him for being ruthless.

Feng Jiang was furious, and asked angrily, "I am the crown prince, the heir apparent, I am not young, you have made such a big mistake, why is it wrong for me to succeed you?"

"What I give you is yours. If I don't give it to you, you don't want to take it away."

"Unfortunately, I prefer to plunder." Feng Jiang sneered, raised his hand, "Kill."

With an order, countless elite soldiers poured in from outside, protected by golden shields and silver spears, rumbling mighty wind, full of murderous aura, not inferior to Feng Yi's hidden guards in the slightest.

Seeing this, Feng Yi felt indescribably complicated. His once proud son was indeed better than he imagined.

Look at the excellent weapons, the evil spirit on each elite soldier is even better than coming out of the tomb of the dead.

His son is really not simple!

Seeing his few hidden guards being attacked by the crowd, and then falling down one by one, Feng Yi closed his eyes, thinking that a tiger would never eat a child.

but……

Is it a blessing that his Feng family's country is handed over to such a ruthless son?
No, absolutely not.

Opening his eyes again, Feng Yi suddenly attacked Feng Jiang.

With a punch, the sharp palm wind approached, Feng Jiang's heart trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to hide, but his body suddenly couldn't move.

No matter how keen his sense of hearing was, it was not as good as his father, who had been hiding so deeply. He was hit hard in the chest with a punch, which immediately caused his chest to burst open in pain, life would be worse than death.

Feng Jiang looked at his good father in disbelief, "Father, are you going to kill me?"

"You scoundrel don't deserve this country." He was not the only son.

Feng Jiang was very hurt, and his body and heart hurt even more. This is his good father.

What they talk about doting on weekdays, when their interests are really conflicting, even their own sons will be killed.

For a moment, Feng Jiang's heart was as cold as iron, "Since this is the case, then don't blame your son for being unfilial."

Feng Jiang took a few steps back, and suddenly a black shadow wrapped in black sprang out from behind the dragon chair, and in a flash, the shadow greeted Feng Yi viciously.

The beams were broken, and the roof had a big hole. They hit the roof from the inside and from the roof to the ground.

Feng Jiang knows how strong the man in black is. With three hundred moves, his father is still invincible.

He just knew how strong his father was.

If he really had to kill his father to succeed, then he might not be able to kill his father even if he killed himself, so it was not wrong for him to take the opportunity to seize the throne.

So, his heart became even more ruthless.

"Archer, get ready."

The people around him went out to greet him, and after a while, the archers came, both on the ground and on the roof.

When the archer appeared, Feng Yi saw it naturally, and felt a pang of sadness in his heart, and the source power in his body suddenly became unstable.

In his whole life, he has been sorry to Longqian Kingdom, the common people, and Phoenix Lord, but he never has a good prince who has been sorry to him!

"very good!"

Feng Jiang provoked Feng Yi to have the idea of ​​destruction, he froze suddenly, and sent the strongest blow to the shadow.

The majestic source power suddenly surged, as if it was about to explode in this piece of heaven and earth.

Shock flashed in Hei Ying's eyes, followed by anger, "Damn it, you're courting death."

Heiying took out a pitch-black dagger, cut his finger, the dagger was bloodthirsty, and sucked up the blood he bleed, and waited for him to throw the dagger.

The dagger pierced through Feng Yi's source force circle and struck at his chest, Feng Yi turned sideways.

Black Dagger missed the best opportunity, but turned back halfway, this time piercing straight into Feng Yi's back.

Feng Yi was caught off guard, only felt a sharp pain in the back, and then some power was swallowed up, and a look of fear finally appeared on his old face.

Heiying made a movement of licking his lips, and a rough and unpleasant voice sounded ghostly, "The source power of the old emperor has a real dragon flavor, not bad, not bad."

As if to prove that what he said was right, Sombra broke through the first level on the spot.

"Thank you, old emperor."

How proud Hei Ying was when he smiled, how desperate, unwilling, and resentful Feng Yi was at this moment.

He hated that he couldn't destroy this damn thing, that he couldn't execute that scoundrel with his own hands.

On the roof of a palace not far away, Yunjiu and Chu Jiuyu saw that Feng Yi was going to die.

Yun Jiu wanted Feng Qi to help, so Feng Dao recommended himself, "Master, this subordinate wants to meet that black shadow."

Yunjiu glanced at him and nodded, "Be careful."

"Thank you sir."

Before the words fell to the ground, the black afterimage of the wind knife jumped from one roof to another, and in the blink of an eye, it was between Feng Yi and the shadow.

Feng Dao pulled out the black dagger first, and with two fingers, the black dagger suddenly broke into two pieces.

Heiying's pupils shrank sharply, with a fierce killing intent, "Who are you?"

"The person who took your dog's life."

"You're not ashamed to say it, but you ruined my good deed today, and you will leave your dog's life here." Heiying said.

Feng Dao stopped talking nonsense with him, and directly wielded his Crescent Moon Dao. The blade shone coldly, as sharp as the wind, and there were knife marks everywhere. No one dared to approach the scene of the explosion.

The black dagger was pulled out, but Feng Yi still lost 20 years of source power, his black hair turned white in an instant, as old as a dying old man.

Feng Jiang looked at it, and subconsciously wanted to care about it, but as soon as he moved, the pain in his chest hit him again, and the meager love between father and son disappeared instantly.

He even ordered ruthlessly, "Fire the arrows."

Whoosh~~~Countless rain of arrows enveloped the wind knife and the shadow.

Then the battle between Wind Knife and Sombra, not only to attack each other, but also to deal with the deadly rain of arrows.

Feng Dao laughed sarcastically, "Oh! It seems that your master also wants your dog's life."

Hei Ying was unmoved, "If I get hit by an arrow, it means I am not good at learning."

This statement was actually agreed by Feng Dao.

The fighting spirit in Feng Dao's eyes was even crazier and more insane, and he even fought like he was risking his life.