Changsheng: My experience in patrolling the liver

Chapter 196: Beheading the King

With a move of his body, Song Changming seemed to be walking on the wind. A wind dragon appeared on his sword and he slashed in the air.

The wind dragon roared and knocked down the group of powerful royal guards. Song Changming broke into the team alone, pointing his blade directly at the second prince.

"Be bold!"

Several Qi-refining masters around the Second Prince took action one after another, and sword and knife energies flew over, defeating Song Changming's Wind Dragon.

In terms of internal energy cultivation and sword skills attainments, Song Changming had practiced for too short a time and was not outstanding.

Song Changming was not surprised that the Wind Dragon Sword Qi was broken, as this sword was meant to clear a path, not to kill the enemy.

The cyclone in the body is surging, and the internal energy is attached to the blade, contained but not released.

He stepped on the strong wind and in an instant he was close to the location of the second prince.

A Qi-refining master standing in front of the second prince swung his sword and attacked Song Changming.

Song Changming also handed out a knife.

clang!
With a violent metallic knocking sound, the sword energy that the Qi-refining master had slashed out dissipated, his face instantly turned red, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and was chopped to the ground by Song Changming.

Although these warriors are also masters of Qi training, they are not ranked on the local list in terms of strength.

He is far inferior to Cao Long who has already died by the sword, let alone fighting with Song Changming.

As long as Song Changming touches them, they will either die or be seriously injured.

Song Changming had previously observed the entire palace, and the only ones who could really make him feel fearful were the Black Soul Crows that had undergone a second mutation, and Duan Fang Shuo.

The rest of the people are just so-so!

Even when facing the joint siege of the Qi-refining warriors around the Second Prince, he did not feel the pressure at all.

With all his strength, he quickly chopped down all the Qi-refining warriors.

As for the other royal guards, they could not get close to Song Changming under the raging sword energy even if they risked their lives.

Looking at Song Changming walking closer with a knife in one hand.

The surrounding area was filled with strong winds, which seemed to have turned into an invisible corridor. The two solid walls separated his personal guards and left him with nowhere to escape.

"You, who are you and why, why do you want to kill me!" The second prince forced himself to remain calm and spoke.

"You have sent people to attack and kill me many times, and you still ask me why?" Song Changming chuckled, without stopping.

The bloody dragon-patterned knife in his hand emitted a surge of sword energy, and wherever it passed, the bricks and stones on the ground below shattered.

"Now I am standing in front of you, and I ask you, do you still want to kill me?"

"No, I won't kill you." The second prince wanted to retreat, but was pressed down by the wind. He had nowhere to retreat. In panic, he sat down, and the crown on his head fell to the ground, covered with blood and dust.

"I promise that no matter what grievances I had with you in the past, I will never hold it against you in the future. I will also compensate you and satisfy you. Is that okay?"

Song Changming was unmoved and said calmly: "Tonight there are too many people who want to kill you. Your promise is meaningless. You will die tonight. It's just the difference between dying in the hands of others and dying in my hands."

"You, you can't kill me. I am the descendant of an emperor. Killing me would be treason!" The Second Prince saw Song Changming raising his knife, the dazzling light of the knife made his face turn pale, and he hissed.

Just as Song Changming was about to strike with his knife, a loud roar came from a distance.

"stop!"

Song Changming remained indifferent, his face was cold and he was determined to kill.

The knife slashed at the second prince's neck, and the blade was as smooth as cutting through tofu, with no hindrance at all.

The second prince's head was chopped off silently to the ground.

No matter how noble the emperor's blood is, it cannot protect the life of the second prince.

After all, I am just an ordinary person.

The illusory power will play no role in the real life and death moment.

The next moment, a pillar of fire transformed from the sword energy instantly came.

The wind wall erected by Song Changming's sword energy could not block the scorching hot sword energy at all.

It was easy to guess who was coming. Song Changming slashed with his sword, and the dragon-patterned sword with sword energy cut the pillar of fire on the spot.

Under Song Changming's dragon-patterned sword, the pillar of fire swept to the left and right.

Song Changming stood in the middle, motionless.

At the end of the fire column, Duan Fangshuo turned over in mid-air and slashed down with a heavy knife.

Song Changming felt the heat wave blowing towards him, as well as the suffocatingly powerful sword intent.

Experiencing it up close, this section of Fang Shuo's powerful strength is even more evident.

This is the closest Song Changming has ever been to the Heavenly Ranking!

Strong enemy!

This time it’s undoubtedly a strong enemy!

"Come!"

Song Changming did not dare to be careless. He held the hilt of the long sword with both hands and stomped his feet on the ground one after the other.

He took a deep breath, tensed every inch of the muscles in his arms, and burst out with all his strength!
boom!
The blade swept past at an incredible speed, making a sharp whistling sound in the air.

clang!
The two swords clashed, and two completely different forces collided in the air at this moment.

Like Mars hitting the Earth, the fierce wind rushed in all directions like a sandstorm.

The head and body of the second prince on the ground were also swept into the air and fell in front of the royal guards.

"Dead! The king is dead!"

The guards only then realized what was happening and screamed, as if they couldn't believe that the corpse in front of them was their king, the second prince!
In the field, Song Changming endured the impact of the opponent's knife, and his feet almost sank into the ground.

After one blow, Song Changming retreated more than ten meters, taking one step at a time to stop the impact.

At this moment, he was protected by the dragon body. Although he was not injured, his clothes had turned into charred and torn clothes.

Duan Fangshuo on the other side also narrowed his eyes and looked at Song Changming again.

Perhaps he didn't expect that Song Changming could withstand his angry knife attack.

Glancing at the second prince's body on the ground not far away, his expression was as cold as ice.

The second prince was protected for a whole night, but in the end he was killed.

No matter who it is, they would feel unhappy.

Just when Song Changming thought he was going to have a tough battle, a huge black fur ball flew over from the distance, making a shrill and unpleasant cry.

Song Changming frowned and stepped back.

After its second mutation, this Black Soul Crow seems to have changed again.

A pair of scarlet blood-red eyes, under the black hair tentacles, emit an eerie luster.

Among all the Black Soul Crows, only this one survived, and the rest were dealt with by Duan Fangshuo.

This Black Soul Crow not only sucked the blood of a large amount of warriors in the mansion, but also devoured the corpses of other dead Black Soul Crows.

This created an unprecedentedly powerful Black Soul Crow Mist Beast.

It passed Song Changming, passed Duan Fangshuo, and came to the body of the second prince.

The scarlet eyes stared at the corpse for a long time, and suddenly two lines of blood and tears flowed from the pupils.

The Black Soul Crow Mist Beast flapped its wings frantically and made strange noises from its mouth.

Song Changming couldn't understand what the black soul crow was feeling now, but it was so obsessed with the second prince's body that Song Changming felt that it was Xiao Yanli's spiritual will that was affecting it.

This state of self-sacrifice, with the spirit and even will still intact, seemed a little too weird to him.

"Is this a secret technique, or is it a special use of Mist Gold?" Song Changming pondered uncertainly.

(End of this chapter)