Chapter 652： Destroy the Nine Clans? Just let him kill it

"ah…"

Shouting again, Sang Zhizhou's body rose to the sky.

"Clatter..."

The dark room was instantly blasted, and the breath scattered, immediately attracting the hidden guards around.

"Cough cough cough...too bad..." The old man cursed secretly, dragged his body and quickly opened the dark room. Before leaving, he turned his head to look at Sang Zhi, who fell on the ground and twitched continuously, it seemed that he could not last for half an hour.

it's a pity…

"it's here."

A noisy voice came from a distance.

The old man retracted his gaze and left the place.

"It's the Eighth Prince."

"No, this breath, the eighth prince has a powerful internal force impacting."

"Hurry up, take it back to the palace, if the eighth prince dies here, we will all die."

The hidden guard rushed in and brought the man back to the palace.

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Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and the closed city of Kyoto was reopened.

Thousands of people searched without any results, and many people felt that there was little hope.

"Hey, it's closed every three days, and the business is still not allowed to be done."

"Last time, more than half of the city was blocked, and many people died. This time, it was only blocked for three days and the city gate was reopened. Let's be content."

"The body of Miss General's Mansion has not been found for three days, and it is estimated that it will never be found."

"No, the weather is so hot now, it should stink in three days, and it will be completely unrecognizable if you find it. It's better not to look for it... ouch..."

Before the man could finish his sentence, a horsewhip was thrown on his body, causing him to hop while clutching his back in pain.

The crowd gathered together and gossiped, scattered in horror.

A fast horse gallops past them.

"The... the person on the horse seems to be General Xiang."

"It's him, General Xiang has returned to the capital, looking at the direction he went straight to the palace..."

"Hey, it looks like something big is going to happen."

Everyone looked at the horse in the distance, chattering, Xiang Minghou is a well-known murderer, he is not afraid of heaven and earth, and going straight to the palace is sure to cause trouble.

Xiang Minghou's face was stern, his eyes were dark and bloodshot, the hand holding the rein was overflowing with scarlet, and the rope that tied the horse was stuck in the horse's neck, which was also scarlet.

"Drive."

The horse was in pain and ran faster with a neigh.

At the gate of the palace, the guards watching a fast horse rushing like crazy.

"Who is coming."

"Dismount..."

"Come here, someone broke into the palace... ah..."

The panicked voice of the guards came out, and just as everyone approached, a whip came and threw him away.

Xiang Minghou took the reins, without slowing down at all.

"Come on, stop him."

Kicked at Hou Ming's feet, and the big knife hanging on the horse rose instantly. He raised his hand to hold it, and the big knife swept across.

Minghuang's broadsword weighed a hundred and ten catties, and it came out with internal strength, and the long sword was not worth mentioning in front of it.

The guard rushed up, and was killed on the spot by a machete in a blink of an eye, and his rear was blown away by internal force.

"Back, everyone back." Seeing that they couldn't reach them, everyone didn't dare to rush up rashly.

"General Xiang, do you know that breaking into the palace without permission is a serious crime to exterminate the nine races." The leader of the army at the gate of the palace recognized the person coming at a glance.

"Destroy the Nine Clans? Just let him do it." Xiang Minghou said coldly, tightening the reins with one hand and holding a big knife in the other.

The horse neighed and rushed into the palace gate.

The leader flickered, if he hadn't dodged in time, the tall horse would have knocked him into the air.

"Quickly go and report to the emperor, Xiang Minghou broke into the palace with a knife."

Jin Yiwei, soldiers, and hidden guards in the palace all moved at this moment.

Xiang Minghou was full of murderous aura, each man, one horse, and one holding a two-meter-long sword. Wherever he passed, there was blood red.