The Mad Prince of Tang Dynasty, Inheritance of the Sword Saint at the Beginning

Li Kuan sensed the murderous intent, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"You don't know the virtues of Yang Guang, Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty, right? When it comes to tyranny, I am not half as good as him in the Tang Dynasty. When it comes to arrogance and lust, Yang Guang's wine pool and meat forest are well-deserved. He said that he was extorting people. What kind of beasts did the corrupt officials do? Don't need me to say more about it?"

"We finally quelled the public grievances, and you stabbed us in the back again. You white-eyed wolves, in my opinion, are no different from the people of Western Turks. If you don't kill them, are you waiting for you to eat us?"

"Only the state officials are allowed to set fires, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps, what a bitch."

In Li Kuan's eyes, there was a cold light shining directly, and there was a hint of anger, and even a smile.

Wu Jiangxian pulled Murong Yue's arm.

"Yue'er, we are enemies with them. Needless to say, we are the heirs of the Sui Dynasty and never the citizens of the Tang Dynasty."

Murong Yue snorted coldly, turned her face away, but calmed down.

Li Kuan glanced at Wu Jiangxian. Since ancient times, there are not many women with both civil and military skills, talent, virtue and appearance. Wu Jiangxian is one of them. No wonder she can be a female official beside Yang Guang.

Wu Jiangxian is not simple, and her thinking is too much beyond ordinary people.

Murong Yue did have a kind heart, but she was too stupid to be fooled by Sui Jun. She could ask such stupid questions about her position, and there was no one else.

Li Kuan smiled at Wu Jiangxian.

"Miss Jiangxian thinks clearly. I keep you only because you are still useful. Otherwise, I would have sent you to hell to meet your master."

After all, she looked at Murong Yue coldly, even though Murong Yue turned her back to Li Kuan, she still felt a terrifying murderous aura enveloped her, making her feel like she was in the mouth of a ferocious beast.

"Here, the crown prince can promise that you will follow my orders, cure diseases and save lives, and let you go after I find a new magic doctor or find other ways to save lives."

"You can also resist, but you only have one chance. Whether you can grasp it depends on your ability. Also, don't tell me about the so-called Three Unsaved, or I won't be able to control Wuchou Sword."

After speaking, the murderous aura dissipated.

Murong Yue felt that the pressure on her body was reduced a lot. The murderous aura just now made her clear that Li Kuan really valued her medical skills and kept her.

But just having it is not essential, if you provoke this lunatic, everyone will die.

However, Li Kuan gave Murong Yue the hope of escaping, and also gained motivation.

"Why should I trust you?"

Li Kuan continued to gallop forward without turning his head, and said calmly.

"You don't have to believe it, but you have no choice."

These words made Murong Yue angry, but there was nothing she could do.

He was just thinking about whether the new miracle doctor would be a fairy doctor.

What are other ways to save people?

During this period of getting along, Murong Yue and Wu Jiangxian understood that the Tang Dynasty was not as unbearable as they imagined.

It's unbearable, just because they stand on opposite sides of each other, and all they see are filthy things.

The sound of horseshoes was like thunder, and nine hundred soldiers set off towards Diezhou City with all their strength.

Half an hour later, one after another was seen in the yellow sand, densely packed.

Zhao Zilong went to check with a gun and rode a horse, and reported when he came back.

"Master, it's Western Turks, there are thousands of people."

When Fang Yiai heard this, she immediately drew her sword with serious eyes.

The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty also held guns in both hands, each with surging internal strength, ready to attack at any time.

Murong Yue and Wu Jiangxian's expressions also changed drastically. Looking at the Western Turkic people who had turned around and rushed over, the destroyed village they had just seen flashed in their minds involuntarily, and they couldn't help feeling a little scared.

Li Kuan drew out his Wuchou sword and pointed it at the Western Turkic army.

"How many people? My Tang soldiers are all warriors with one enemy and a hundred. If you dare to invade our territory, you will be punished!"

"Zhao Zilong!"

"Zilong is here!"

Zhao Zilong held the reins with his left hand, raised the spear with his right hand, and shouted, waiting for Li Kuan's order.

The gentian gun may not have seen blood for a long time.

Squinting his eyes to look at the Western Turks, Li Kuan said coldly.

"Soldiers, follow the prince, kill!"

The yellow sand was flying in the air, and the fighting spirit was overwhelming.

Li Kuan took the lead in reappearing the Western Turkic team on his horse, surrounded by sharp sword energy on the Wuchou sword, and the evil spirit soared into the sky.

Zhao Zilong followed closely behind, half leaning his body, like a long spear piercing the enemy's heart.

"Follow His Royal Highness, kill!"

Fang Yiai only felt the fighting spirit rushing in her heart, without caring about anything else, she drew out her sword with a clang.

"kill!"

All of a sudden, the momentum of the Tang army surged, and the killing sound was like thunder. The nine hundred soldiers were fearless, and their fighting spirit was like a tiger descending from the mountain.