Madam, look at the sword!

Chapter 9
In the nick of time.

Facing an attack at the right time and place, Zhao Chengfeng looked at Bai Zhi, who thought he would be killed, and said, "You."

Like an elder treating a junior who made a mistake but liked him very much, he rubbed his head and said, "You."

Like parents who can't bear to blame their children for doing something wrong, but have to say something, they will say: "You."

In short, it sounds like His Royal Highness has endless confidence, and even has the courage to forgive Bai Zhi for trying to kill him afterwards.
Because there is a sword energy that will arrive in an instant.

The sword energy comes from the cloud ship.

From a dark man who sharpens his knives all year round.

Therefore, this sword energy is very sharp, and it cuts all the way after it leaves the blade.

An old locust tree was cut in two, and the wood core from top to bottom was very neat and smooth. If someone came to touch it, they would even find that the cut surface was very smooth.

The stone road along the way was divided into two halves. Although the exposed gap was not large, looking down, it seemed that there was no end in sight. This should be the thinnest abyss in the four seas of Kyushu.

A tile-roofed house was also cut off. A rough man was cooking noodles on the stove when he saw cracks in the pot. The tip of the chopsticks tilted in his hand was cut off and fell into the soup. It split with the noodles. slipped out of his mouth.

He looked up and found that there was also a hole in the wall, and there was also a hole in the next wall outside the wall.
He tilted his head and found an angle, and saw the widow next door whom he had coveted for a long time. The widow was sitting in the barrel, watching the water level drop rapidly with a shocked look on her face, and she also revealed the figure he wanted to see.

But for some reason, at this moment, he felt that it was nothing more than that.
It's better to check the box
Wait, oh, what's going on in this house?
Where is my face?
……

The breach in the inn appears behind the Storyteller.

What started as a glimmer of light turned into a blazing sun in an instant.

At the moment of life and death, his hair stood on end almost instinctively, and there were warning signs in his heart.

An almost stressful sideways turn caused the sword light to tilt half an inch, so one-third of his body was neatly cut off, and his head was kept intact. The body that fell on the ground was divided into two halves in a vertical strip shape.

One half is larger and the other half is smaller.

The blood flowing out from the cut surface of the two halves of the body mixed with the organs and formed a pool.

The Storyteller, who was on the verge of death but felt no pain because the sword flashed so fast, looked at his other half and thought of the conversation he had with the Crown Prince not long ago.

At that time, he pointed to the silver thread between his temples and said: "'Old' is a very important thing for spiritual practice. You, the bookboy next to you, and this woman are all too young. Young enough for me to I thought I had a chance to win.”

"What's more important is that as we speak, my people and I are fully prepared."

His Royal Highness the Prince smiled at that time and only replied:

"Then do you know whether the elderly in my family are ready as we speak?"

Now it seems that His Royal Highness did not lie to him.
The old man in his family took action.

It would be better for this attack to end with him committing suicide.

But, I am so unwilling!
The storyteller tilted his head. At the last moment of his life, he used the rapidly passing real energy to focus on his eyes, trying to look at the place where the sword light came from behind, and saw a terrifying gap.

The gap extended far away from the opening in the inn.

On this road, he saw many things that were divided into two, such as lanterns outside the inn, black soil, moss-covered bluestones, old tile-roofed houses, black pots and stoves, and wooden barrel-like bathtubs. , woman's butt
Fortunately, the world at the end did not split into two.

That was the cloud ship that just landed in the inn today.

There was a dark man on the cloud ship who didn't look too old.

He has a long sword in his hand.

It seemed like it had just been swung out.

The blade was shining brightly in the sunlight.There is a hidden pattern on the blade, which seems to be the symbol of the royal family.

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The storyteller looked puzzled. Sun Shanhe's name came to mind. Why did he follow the third prince of Dangbei Palace?
Could it be that the feud between Prince Dangbei and the emperor over the years was all fake?

So what’s the point of all the things I’ve done over the years?
……

When the storyteller was savoring the last moments of his life, the sword flash from Sun Shanhe, the third son of Prince Dangbei and his uncle, did not stop.

Just when the small white jade sword was about to pierce Zhao Chengfeng's eyebrows, the light of the sword arrived.

So, the sword shattered.

In front of Zhao Chengfeng's eyes, the scene of white jade fragments bursting apart indicates that Bai Zhi, who spit out this sword, will also have her heart broken.

But she didn't. Instead, she was cut in half by the sword. The dying storyteller let out a scream of extreme pain.

"Ah~~~!"

The people in Prince Dangbei's mansion were immediately startled to realize that Bai Zhi had never been a swordsman.

Both the black and white flying swords belong to Mr. Storyteller, but one is fostered in Bai Zhi's body and only obeys her command.

And listening to the storyteller's painful roar, at this moment, Bai Zhi's eyes were filled with sadness and determination.

She still has a backup plan, and now she wants to fulfill Mr. Father's wish before he dies.

As a result, the sadness and determination in her eyes turned into flames, and at the cost of breaking her throat, she broke away from Liu Meiniang's three-fingered claws and pounced on the Third Prince like a moth on fire.

She wants to die together with Zhao Chengfeng.

This is a forced choice, and it is also the most tragic way to deal with various variables in the plan. .

Just saying the plan
It seemed that neither the storyteller nor she expected that the Third Prince, who was rumored to be a heinous but timid person, would act so calmly during this assassination.

Even now, facing Bai Zhi's secret self-destruction technique, Zhao Chengfeng only glanced at her lightly.

It's just that this look is a little different from before.

Bai Zhi felt that she was hit by an invisible force, and the fire in her body was completely extinguished in an instant.

The flying body also seemed to have suddenly lost kinetic energy in mid-air.

The picture in my mind went blank.

Then came the tingling sensation.

She suddenly fell down three feet in front of Zhao Chengfeng with a loud bang.

After falling to the ground, the core of her eyes quickly collapsed into a black dot, as if she had suffered some major stimulus. She muttered absentmindedly: "Nian Nian... Master."

After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes, not knowing whether she was dead or alive.

Ying Ying heard her inaudible voice, and was in extreme pain. He relied on his will to wait for the result, but what he waited for was the desperate storyteller who said hoarsely: "Please give me death, my prince."

Zhao Chengfeng, who was still sitting on the chair of the Eight Immortals, smiled and said to him who was cut in half: "I told you to die earlier, but you don't want to die, and now you want to die? Am I so easy to talk to?"

"Zhong Gu! Sew him up for me!"

As if she had just arrived at the venue, the plump woman came to the storyteller in a hurry.

Then she wiped the sweat from her forehead, looked at the mess on the ground, took out a needle that was much thicker than usual for embroidery, and said:
"Old Sun, if you sew it too hard, it might look ugly."

(End of this chapter)