"You will shoulder the last expectations of my life and take my place."

"Kill, gods!"

It was just a roar like thunder, and then, there was a mysterious mark on Qin Zheng's eyebrows, which slowly formed.

Zhao Nichang, who was beside him, suddenly turned pale after seeing the change in Qin Zheng. He clenched his fists tightly and wanted to come up to check the situation.

But when she saw the gold stamp that suddenly appeared between her son's eyebrows, her eyes immediately shrank, her movements were a little slow, and she was a little unbelievable:

"This is this!"

Her fists were trembling, as if she had recalled something extraordinary.

The hot golden brand represents the king's inheritance.

Zhao Nichang once saw it between the eyebrows of King Yong of Zhao Wu!

How could this be contained by the flame and appear on Azheng's forehead?

Zhao Nichang, who felt a little dizzy, had not recovered yet.

Suddenly, a domineering aura that seemed to be able to crush everything and make it difficult for ordinary people to even breathe suddenly came!

In the quiet courtyard, a descendant of the king's blood holding a golden sword stepped across the threshold.

With just one glance, Mr. Wu Mu, who came in a hurry, saw the gold stamp on Qin Zheng's forehead. His eyes suddenly widened with anger:

"Mortal bastard!"

"You dare to covet the divine item in my bag?!"

Today's series of movements made Mr. Wu Mu feel deeply angry in his heart.

Especially for King Yong of Zhao Wu, his father who had been in awe of him all his life, the words he said before his death were like knives, cutting into his chest one after another, calling this arrogant and arrogant young master Wang Xue,

What is pain felt?

Now, across the Northern Desert, we entered the royal city!

He saw that the inheritance that King Yong of Zhao Wu had spent his entire life had not chosen him. Instead, he had chosen Xi Qin Proton Shi, whom he had only met once and never cared about. He only regarded him as an ant and a laughing stock.

Wu Mujun's heart immediately surged with boundless rage:

"Yeah!"

On the golden sword, a bright sword light appeared again.

Although he could not compete with Zhao Wu Wang Yong Na and other figures who were attacking the sky and the earth, and controlling the territory, but at least as an ancient man, Zhao Wumu's strength was still undoubted.

At least apart from those who are the best in the world, he is the best here!

"Old man, you won't be able to live in peace even if you die!"

"You suppressed me and scorned me when you were alive, and you looked down upon me after your death. You also gave this inheritance to your family. Could it be that you want to wipe out this thousand-year-old Zhao family's legacy?!"

"Since you don't give it to me, I will get it myself!"

The cold and indifferent words were mixed with murderous intent.

Even though the Xi Qin proton in front of him has blood flowing from the same source as him.

However, his sword will not show mercy!

If he doesn't hand over the king's inheritance, today will be the end of him as a mediator!

A series of changes unfolded in this quiet courtyard.

When Zhao Nichang saw the young man holding the golden sword coming, his already dizzy mind became even more dizzy.

However, when she saw her nominal brother, with the undisguised murderous intent in his eyes, her heart was shaken for a moment, and all her tiredness was gone on the spot.

Not only that, Zhao Nishang raised his eyebrows at this time, and his phoenix eyes were evil. Even though his strength was not as good as before, he still took a step forward without showing any timidity, stood up to confront Zhao Wumu, and instantly scolded:

"Zhao Wumu!"

"I respect you and call you Crown Prince and Lord, but don't go too far!"

"Although Azheng is a hostage, he is also the only direct descendant of contemporary Western Qin. If you hurt him today, what if the leader of Western Qin thinks of this and comes knocking next year? Now that my king has died, what will you do to stop him?

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"What's more, he comes from the same bloodline as you, are you going to fight against each other?!"

Combined with what Wu Mujun said after he lost his composure, Zhao Nichang took a deep breath and knew that the king had passed away. Even though sadness was welling up in his heart, at this moment, he had to endure it.

Zhao Nichang is the mother of this child after all.

Even though she had to pay a heavy price because of his birth.

But in the end, he still respects her.

After listening to Zhao Nichang's words, Wu Mujun, who had crossed the threshold, sneered slightly:

"I have already killed you in front of your door, why do you still care about this?"

"Zhao Nichang, you useless son, why should I kill him? What I want is what he inherited!"

"That is the foundation of the Zhao family. How can it be controlled by him?"

With his eyes fixed on the dizzy young man in black clothes who fell to the ground and had not recovered yet, Zhao Wumu slowly held the sword and stepped forward step by step, becoming even more powerful and never giving up!

In front of him, with Zhao Nichang's current strength, she is just like a small boat before a violent storm, and will capsize at any time!

How could she intercept an ancient being with divine blood?

One foot, two feet, three feet

Seeing that the distance was very close, she, the nominal goddess of the Zhao family, was about to be blown away by Zhao Wumu's sleeve.

But in an instant, the blood rain stopped at the next moment!

The courtyard was originally empty except for the three people.

As the sound of rain disappeared, a man in white clothes, holding a sword in his hand, stepped here from the void.

Huhu~~

The cold wind howled.

At this time, the world was vast, and the domineering aura carried by Lord Wu Mu had dissipated without even realizing it.

Instead

It was a majestic sword intent that was as hot as fire and almost swept through the nine heavens and ten earths!

Even the golden sword held by Zhao Wumu could not help but tremble with clang at this moment, as if he had seen the king of swordsmanship.

The sudden change caused the dull Wu Mujun to stop in his tracks.

He looked at the man in white who fell from the sky and stood in front of the mother and son, and his face suddenly became gloomy and ugly:

"Mr. Ji"

"You have been in the royal city for more than a year, and I have never been indebted to you in terms of etiquette. I am more than a hundred times better than Dong Qi!"

"So, how about I finish taking care of my household affairs today and then have a drink with you?"

"Today, please don't interfere indiscriminately. After all, they are just children. You can't do anything wrong, right?"

He pressed the hilt of the sword.

Ji Qiu, on the other hand, stretched out his index finger and shook it lightly:

"No, Mr. Wu Mu."

He tilted his head, looked at the young man in black clothes who showed signs of recovery, and continued:

"This kid, at least while he was in the royal city, has called me sir for more than a year."

"Although he has not inherited my mantle, he can still be regarded as a true successor."

"Teacher, you should preach and protect the Tao. If you have murderous intentions, I have to step in."

Wait until finished.

Ji Qiu looked at Mr. Wu Mu, who was really miserable recently, and said in a serious tone:

"So, I'm sorry."
Chapter completed!