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

Seeing this scene, Yang Zhao grew angrier and roared.

"You look down on me!"

Li Kuan barked a smile.

"It's just a shrinking turtle, how can I think highly of you."

"You want me to think highly of you, you are not worthy!"

The dignified son of Emperor Sui Yang, the existence that gave Li Shimin a headache, was actually looked down upon by others!

Astonishing words, only a lunatic can say them.

With his hands behind his back, Li Kuan's face was as calm as water, and he showed no defensive posture at all. The Wu Chou Sword was quietly put aside, let alone making a move.

This is completely ignoring Yang Zhao.

Not worthy of a sword!

Looking at this scene, seeing Li Kuan's arrogance and disdain, everyone was shocked.

Yang Zhao is not a playboy, his strength is enough to shock everyone.

Facing Yang Zhao, who is one of the top fighters in the world, Li Kuan is unwilling to use his sword. This is not self-destruction, but what else.

Crazy, downright crazy.

The people accompanying Yang Zhao didn't know where Li Kuan's self-confidence came from.

The people behind Yang Zhao whispered.

"In the face of His Majesty, he still uttered wild words and did not dare to draw a sword. This is not a lunatic, what else can it be?"

"Beating a few princes, this is not a madman!"

"Craziness depends on the occasion. If you dare to go crazy in front of our Majesty, you are courting death!"

"Then let His Majesty kill this crazy prince, and we can have one more joke on our way to exile."

There was excitement in the words, as if Li Kuan had been beheaded to death.

Yang Zhao's face turned darker and darker, because he was angry.

"The name of the mad prince is indeed well-deserved."

"If one day you are allowed to ascend to the throne of emperor, wouldn't the people of the world go crazy with you? At that time, how can there be peace in the world!"

After all, the scarlet sword in Yang Zhao's hand began to tremble.

Like weeping like complaining, like a ghost howling.

A black aura suddenly appeared on the red sword, making Yang Zhao's internal energy turbulent, with a biting cold aura, like an abyssal evil spirit, making people feel terrified.

The blood-red aura around him seemed to be Yang Zhao's evil, turning into blood-colored sharp swords and floating beside him.

"disease!"

Yang Zhao roared, within 50 meters, the sword energy was turbulent, and the trees were rattling, as if they were about to be uprooted, as if there was a bloody tornado.

Yang Zhao's followers quickly backed away.

At this moment, Yang Zhao has already used the strongest means of transforming strength. The condensed blood-red sword is his sword intent, which is comparable to the sharpest sword in the world. With such a number of blood-red swords, anyone can cut killed or seriously injured.

But Li Kuan already looked uncomfortable, he just raised his eyes slightly to look at Yang Zhao, with no internal energy emanating from his body, and he didn't have the slightest intention to make a move.

"He didn't even make a move!"

Yang Zhao's eyes were burning with anger.

He was also a prince before, but he was so disdainful by the current prince. At this moment, Yang Zhao's anger was unprecedentedly high.

Li Kuan saw Yang Zhao's anger, turned his hands behind his back, and smiled disdainfully.

"Let's do it, because you and I are both princes, I will let you make a move."

Yang Zhao's anger burned all his reason, and he roared loudly.

"Death to me!"

Looking up, her red eyes fixed on Li Kuan, wanting to use Li Kuan's blood to wash away his humiliation.

next moment.

Countless blood-red swords went straight towards Li Kuan, and the sound of piercing the sky was endless, and the forest with a radius of [-] meters was trembling.

The fierce sword energy made Li Kuan's long hair move without wind, and the thousands of blood-red swords were only an inch away from Li Kuan, and they could tie Li Kuan into a sieve in an instant.

At this moment, Li Kuan spoke, his voice was not loud, but everyone could hear him.

"Wan Jian, return to the sect!"

In an instant, all the blood-red swords stopped, and the surrounding blood-red aura gradually faded.

The sharp sword in Yang Zhao's hand fell to the ground, covering his head and shouting.

"This!"

"how can that be!"