Sickish Prince is Scheming

With his spear in hand, Xiao Tian Yuan turned around to face the Emperor. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from behind him, and someone held a long sword in his hand. The wind from the sword caused Xiao Tian Yuan to turn around. Before he could turn around, the sword had already cut into his back like lightning. Xiao Tianyuan spat out a mouthful of blood and then fell to the ground.

The sword shot towards the emperor as if it was a waste of time.

Shang Yiqing was both shocked and pained at the same time, nearly shouting out Xiao Tianyuan's name. Fang Zinan was focused on the sword.

The person who wielded the sword was much more powerful than the person who wielded the fireball with the peach wood sword. It was enough to see how determined Ning Xiaoyao was to kill the emperor.

Fang Zinan and Shang Guiqing stood in front of the emperor. Seeing that the sword was about to arrive, Fang Zinan pushed it away then took off the belt on his body. He only needed to wrap it around his sword before putting it on. Because no one had ever seen Prince Rong fight, and no one knew that he knew martial arts. He thought that as long as he could defeat Xiao Tian Yuan, he would be able to kill the Emperor easily, but who would have thought that Fang Zi Nan would cut him down and block in front of him.

Fang Zinan had succeeded in one move, which was to fight with that person.

Both of them were using swords. Their swords were shining with faint killing intent.

Shang Yiqing was worried about Xiao Tian Yuan's injuries, and also worried that Fang Zi Nan might be in danger. She clenched her fists as she watched the scene unfold before her.

The moment Fang Zinan took out his sword, he leaped up into the air. His entire body was like a weak wind, ready to kill at any moment.

It turned out that once this person struck out with his sword, it was as if he was dancing in the wind. Every strike of his sword seemed to contain a question mark, as if he was somewhat crazy, a bit drunk, and every strike contained a powerful killing intent.

Fang Zinan's sword art was also light, but the difference in aura was too great. If one were to say that the man's sword art was like a song of the wind, then Fang Zinan's sword art was like a song of the south, although their momentum was not as strong as the man's, but they both walked a light path, the two swords were flying up and down, and their clothes were fluttering, giving off the feeling that they were not enemies of life and death, but rather singing and dancing in the wind.

It wasn't the first time Shang Yiqing saw Fang Zinan use his sword, but she didn't expect him to use it so lightly in combination with his offensive and defensive momentum. Although his momentum wasn't as good as that man's, he had to be even more dexterous.

The man's sword became faster and faster. Although Fang Zinan's movement technique was very coincidental, he was covered in cold sweat. It turned out that the man's attack had increased and his sword art had become even faster. Fang Zinan took a deep breath. The sword light suddenly rose up. The sword was clear and bright. The sword light was beautiful and dazzling. The sword light swept up a wave of sword light, stabbing towards that person. The man hastily dodged, but the sword beam was extremely bright. Bang! The sword broke into pieces, and thousands upon thousands of pieces shot towards the man at the same time!

That person was caught off guard and turned into thousands of thin and sharp sword rays. They all struck that person's body, causing him to let out an earth-shattering scream.

Fang Zinan succeeded in his first move, and his face finally revealed a trace of joy. However, he saw a sword light! The sword-light chopped towards him like an ancient thunderbolt. Although he had struck that person, he was unable to dodge this strike.

She did not know why, but she had one thought in her mind. She must not let Fang Zinan be hurt by that man's sword, and after she rushed out, she had no way to break free of Fang Zinan's encirclement. She suddenly kicked out with her foot, and that kick was aimed at the knee of Fang Zinan.

So dangerous! Fang Zinan was already covered in cold sweat, and now his face was covered in sweat. If it wasn't for Shang Yiqing, he really would have been injured by that person's sword!

The man who got hit by Fang Zinan's broken sword didn't fall. He even counterattacked and almost made Fang Zinan heavily injure his sword. After missing the blow, he took a step forward. At least three hundred fragments of the sword were embedded in his body. Blood did not immediately spurt out, but the edges of the sword blade and fragments had already seeped through with a gorgeous blood-red.

When Shang Yiqing saw this, his hair stood on end! That person could no longer be considered a person. Shang Yiqing was startled to see that the person who had drawn the sword had launched a second round of attacks at Fang Zinan, but Fang Zinan had not yet stood up, and was still kneeling on the ground. One person was kneeling on the ground, and the person who had moved was unavoidably in control of his movements, and although his movement technique was alive, it was still suppressed by that person's sword.

Shang Yiqing did not have time to think as she welcomed the attack with his sword. Her martial arts were far inferior to Fang Zinan's, and her sword techniques were inferior as well. She had been sent flying with her sword. That person swung his sword and flew over.

This sword was from Shang Yiqing, but it fell on Fang Zinan's body. Blood splattered everywhere, Shang Yiqing exclaimed, "Fang Zinan!"

With a deep sigh, Fang Zinan gripped the sword tightly with his left middle finger and index finger, the sword tip still embedded in the flesh of his left shoulder. Seeing that Fang Zinan still dared to hold the sword with his finger even in such a dangerous situation, the man shouted loudly and aimed a palm strike at the top of Fang Zinan's head.

Shang Yiqing's face turned pale. She couldn't even breath. She couldn't bear to watch anymore, because the next second, she would see Fang Zinan's blood splashing everywhere, and his soul would die!

Even though the emperor was frightened, he was still the ruler of a country. He could still hold back his shock when he tried to assassinate Fang Zinan without making a sound. When he saw that Fang Zinan was about to be killed by that person's palm, he couldn't help but shout out emotionally, "Prince Rong …"

Of course, Fang Zinan couldn't avoid this palm. He was also powerless to resist, so he could only close his eyes and wait for death. The wind from the palm hit his face, and he could feel that he was only a few inches away from him.

Just at this moment, Shang Yiqing saw the man's body suddenly stiffen, his entire body standing still like a mountain, then seeing the sword tip protruding from his chest, the sword tip dripping blood, then quickly pulling back the sword tip. At the same time, the man gave a kick, and the blood that spurted did not fall on Fang Zinan, but on the ground instead.

Xiao Tian Yuan slowly stood up from behind that person. He had stabbed out with his sword, he had saved Fang Zi Nan's life!

Shang Yiqing burst into tears of joy.

Xiao Tian Yuan killed that person and then extended his hand towards Fang Zi Nan. Fang Zi Nan borrowed the force of the impact to stand up. Both of them were heavily injured, but his face revealed a smile that could only be understood in his old friend's eyes.