Xuanxia

Chapter 820 Blocking the Road
On the road, there was a horse galloping as fast as the wind.

It’s Zhao Yuan.

As the king of a country, his riding skills were surprisingly not bad at all. At this moment, he was riding a white horse with a stern face, lowering his body, kicking the horse's belly, and hurrying on his way madly.

He had long discarded the clothes of the secret envoy of Mingjian Pavilion. He had changed into the simplest and plainest cloth clothes and covered his face with plaster, making it difficult to tell his original appearance.

But even so, when he saw a large group of people looming not far ahead on the official road, he suddenly pulled the reins.

"Is it one of theirs?"

Zhao Yuan's eyebrows twitched slightly.

He didn't dare to gamble.

He had great faith in Fu Qingzhou's abilities, but King Xishuo's methods were beyond his imagination.

No... not King Xishuo.

It’s the white mist figure.

If it weren't for it, perhaps Brother Fu's plan would have succeeded!
Thinking of this, Zhao Yuan's eyebrows twitched again.

He saw it, saw it easily take the scabbard of the King's Sword into its hand!
That is... the late emperor? Father?

But the ball of white mist did not speak or reveal its appearance from beginning to end. It only had an outline, and it even attached itself to King Xishuo from beginning to end.

Is that really my father?

If it weren't for him, how could he hold the scabbard of the King's Sword?

Ever since Fu Qingzhou from Jinchan Temple borrowed the scabbard to defeat Huijue, Zhao Yuan has returned to the palace and done a lot of homework.

He finally knew the origin of this scabbard - it was hundreds of years ago, when the Zhenxian Palace at that time was forged by the founding ancestor of Dayan.

Yes, what was cast was not a sword, but a scabbard!

It is said that at that time the Holy Ancestor obtained an extremely powerful and domineering sword. Even the Holy Ancestor's supreme power could not control it, so he had to ask the True Immortal Palace to create a scabbard that could contain and suppress everything to store the sword.

After that, even the birth of the Eight Kingly Swords was related to that original divine sword...but there is no record of what the relationship was.

But there is no doubt that the scabbard of the royal sword is a family heirloom of the Zhao royal family.

Of course, the disciples of the True Immortal Palace can also use it. After all, the scabbard was forged by them, and they know how to use it.

Zhao Yuan didn't find it strange at all that both he and Fu Qingzhou could use it.

The strange thing is, that white mist figure can actually be used!
Why?
Could it be that...

Then, as the emperor, what should I do next...

While he was thinking, Zhao Yuan had already pulled the reins, changed the direction of the horse, and went into the small woods beside the official road.

King Xishuo was well prepared and had many tricks up his sleeve. He had already shown his true colors in front of them. Who knew if there would be people arranged by them on the official road?
So, without hesitation, he went into the grove and no longer took the main road.

But after walking for less than a quarter of an hour, a tripwire suddenly appeared across the forest ground!

The horse ran into it without any preparation, neighed, and fell down with a loud bang!
Zhao Yuan was shocked and fell to the ground and rolled over, but before he could stand firm, gusts of wind suddenly sounded all around him.

He did not dare to delay and immediately stretched out his right hand!

On his right hand, there was a plain metal bracelet, which at this moment suddenly emitted an extremely sharp black light, spreading in all directions!

Clank, clank, clank!
Wherever the light reached, the sharp and murderous sound of swords was heard, followed by a scream.

With a thud, thud, thud, more than a dozen bodies fell to the ground.

Zhao Yuan was breathing heavily, sweat oozing from his forehead. He slowly stood up and looked around.

"Your Majesty is right."

A female voice sounded in the forest: "Although the fake emperor holds the sword of punishment, he has never practiced and his body is weak. He will be exhausted if he uses it for a while... Twelve Earthly Branches, take him down."

Zhao Yuan's pupils shrank. He saw a person slowly walking out of the woods.

The person in front of him was none other than Zhao Xia... In terms of seniority, she was his cousin.

In the forest shrouded in darkness, twelve figures slowly emerged one after another.

Zhao Yuan knew that they were the "Twelve Earthly Branches" under King Xishuo. Although their realm and strength were not particularly high, they all practiced some strange skills from the Western Regions, which were very different from those in the Central Plains and were very difficult to deal with.

"Zhao Xia?"

But he was not afraid, he just sneered and said: "As a member of the Zhao royal family, you have received my emperor's grace, and you dare to attack me! Do you know that this is a crime of treason!"

"Haha, I am indebted to the Zhao royal family, not to you, the fake emperor."

Zhao Xia sneered back, "Just surrender!"

After saying that, she waved her hand vigorously.

When the twelve Earthly Branches received the order, they simultaneously shook their bodies and pounced towards Zhao Yuan!
Zhao Yuan had never practiced cultivation, so the actions of these people were like strong winds and huge waves to him. He could not see clearly or resist them at all. He could only swing his right hand violently!
In an instant, the metal bracelet turned into a black light, and the light condensed into a thick, straight black sword in his hand!

"The emperor is responsible for all punishments!"

Zhao Yuan shouted angrily: "I say, you are guilty!"

In an instant, the black light from the sword flew towards the twelve Earthly Branches, but did not hurt them. Instead, it turned into twelve chains that bound them tightly!
They had just approached Zhao Yuan about five steps away and were about to attack when they were suddenly entangled tightly by these black chains. They could no longer move forward and fell to the ground one after another.

The chains not only bound them, but also kept tightening and began to dig into their flesh, squeezing out trickles of blood and making them scream in pain!
And Zhao Yuan...also spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Fake Emperor, you still have some skills."

Zhao Xia did not seem to be afraid of the sword, but smiled slightly: "But... that's it."

As she spoke, she waved her hand, and a brush as thick as her forearm slipped out from her sleeve and was held in her hand.

Then, she was seen waving the brush and writing and drawing quickly in the air.

Wherever the pen tip reached, a talisman shining with golden light suddenly appeared and flew straight towards Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan covered his chest, coughed up blood, and barely raised the sword...

when!
The talisman hit the sword, making a sound of metal clashing, and then the talisman dissipated, but Zhao Yuan also spat out a large mouthful of blood again, flew backwards several feet away, and rolled to the ground in a very embarrassed manner.

"Bold..."

He propped himself up on the ground, his face as pale as dirt: "You actually... did this to me..."

"Soon, you will no longer be the emperor." Zhao Xia smiled faintly.

As Zhao Yuan's strength was exhausted, the light on the sword gradually dissipated, and the black chains that bound the twelve Earthly Branches broke into pieces.

Even though they were covered in wounds and bleeding from the chains, they were all practitioners with extraordinary strength after all, and these injuries did not seriously injure them and they all climbed up soon.

They panted and surrounded Zhao Yuan little by little.

Zhao Yuan lay prone on the ground, coughing up blood. How could he, who was born into a noble family, have ever suffered such an injury? At this time, he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to blink.

But I can’t not get up…

Soon, one of the twelve Earthly Branches who was walking in front stood in front of Zhao Yuan, with a sullen face, and stretched out his hand to him.

But just when he was about to touch Zhao Yuan, a purple sword light suddenly fell from the sky and cut off the man's hand at the wrist!
The man yelled in pain, covered his wrist and took several steps back. The others were also shocked, and even Zhao Xia's pupils shrank.

The next moment, a figure fell from the sky and landed steadily.

"His Majesty."

The person came with long flowing hair and a fluttering purple skirt. She had a charming smile on her face. She stood in front of Zhao Yuan and said softly, "I am here to save you~"

The one coming is Concubine Zi.

(End of this chapter)