blogombal Chapter 220
Chapter 220
Chapter 220: [I'm late, Lord Princess forgives]
"You Long Qingying!"
The conjured dragon wrapped in the strong momentum of the mountain rain rushed towards Zhao Ankang.
It is as fast as the wind, as fast as thunder, as fast as lightning, and extremely powerful.
At the beginning, Zhao Anning used this move, even Suning did not dare to treat it sloppily, and mobilized the spiritual power of his whole body to barely resist.
With Zhao Anning's understanding of Zhao Ankang, his brother who has taken drugs all the way to improve his strength is a flower shelf.
It seems that half of the strength of the Divine Spirit Realm is moisture, which is simply not enough to resist his own move!
Kill him, kill Zhao Ankang The throne is your own!
Zhao Anning said fiercely in his heart.
As she expected, the strong dragon shadow in her face, the guards around Zhao Ankang suddenly made a mess.
But fortunately, the instinctive reaction they trained was still to protect the prince, the heir of the empire.
"Protect Your Highness!"
"Hurry up and line up and protect Your Highness!"
Even after feeling the strong Weiya of the Dragon Shadow, the guards still stepped forward bravely, ready to resist with their own flesh.
It's just that in front of the imposing dragon shadow, all of them were scattered, and at this time, someone pulled Zhao Ankang and prepared to escape.
"Run, run, Your Highness!"
"Princess Anning is crazy, you are the heir of the empire, for your safety, we must get out of here as soon as possible."
The guard in armor desperately pulled Zhao Ankang out, wanting to temporarily withdraw from the Anning Royal Mansion, but Zhao Ankang was still unmoved.
Sneered and said
, "Hmph, what's the panic?"
"How could Prince Ben be afraid of her!"
Saying that, Zhao Ankang raised the Son of Heaven sword in his hand, and suddenly a dragon roar appeared in the sky.
The terrifying momentum was like thunder, shattering Zhao Anning's You Long Qingying.
"What?"
"How so?"
Zhao Anning's eyes widened and he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.
Immediately, a smear of blood came out of his mouth, and all his internal organs were shattered.
His father, the emperor, had been thoroughly prepared for Zhao Ankang to take the throne and allowed the Son of Heaven Sword to submit to him.
This daughter of his own has been completely abandoned.
A wave of despair and unwillingness surged into Zhao Anning's heart, and there seemed to be a wave of anger in his chest that had nowhere to vent.
Why?
It is clear that he has done so much, working a hundred times harder than his second ancestor brother Zhao Ankang, but he still has not been recognized by his father.
Is it really just because of his daughter?
Zhao Anning's face was like ashes, and he was very disappointed in his father Zhao Lixia's partial decision.
Soon, with the fall of Zhao Anning, the men and horses of the Anning Royal Mansion had completely lost the ability to resist.
Lu Luo was pierced by a spear on her body, bleeding nonstop, and her life and death are unknown.
Sima Nanfeng was tied up by Sima Yonghui's people, ready to be escorted back to the prince's mansion, and handed over to Zhao Ankang in exchange for his glory and wealth.
The situation instantly turned to Zhao Ankang's side.
Looking at the people of the Anning Royal Mansion lying in the courtyard with blood flowing and corpses, Zhao Ankang showed a crazy smile.
"Hahaha..... Hahaha! I finally won!
"Sister, I finally won!"
"In the future, this Da Song will be mine!"
Zhao Ankang looked up to the sky and roared, like a mad demon, extremely proud, as if he had ascended to the position of the Ninth Five.
Sima Yonghui also patted the horse on the side and said
, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is wise and martial, unparalleled in the world."
"He inherits the great rule one day, and will definitely lead our Great Song to higher glory!"
"Haha, you're right!"
Sima Yonghui's horse fart benefited Zhao Ankang very much, patting him on the shoulder and saying.
"It is still thanks to you that Sima Nanfeng was able to capture Sima Nanfeng today."
"When I ascend to Dabao in the future, I will definitely not treat you badly!"
"I will definitely appoint you to continue to be the head of the Sima family, and you will enjoy the glory and wealth."
"Uh-huh~
" "Don't, what is this.... Whew~"
Zhao Ankang still wanted to continue to say some encouraging words, but suddenly he felt blood gushing out of his throat like a tide, blocking his trachea, and finally died whimpering.
"Bang!" With a sound, Zhao Ankang, who had just proudly collapsed, crashed to the ground.
The guards around them had not yet figured out what was happening, and they all retreated.
And Zhao Anning, who fell to the ground and was about to faint, also looked at this scene suspiciously.
What's going on?
Why is this, why did Zhao Ankang, who was still in a mood just now, suddenly die.
Without warning, as if in just an instant, he turned into a corpse.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Anning looked up and saw the figure of that person, and instantly understood everything.
Suning!
It's Suning coming back!
Suning was dressed in the same white clothes when he first came to the Great Song Dynasty, his face was still handsome, and he couldn't see any changes.
It's just that the temperament exuding between the eyebrows is more mature than before.
He was light on his feet and smiling, without the domineering momentum he had encountered for the first time in the Jinyi Weitian Prison.
It's just that the more so, the more Zhao Anning feels that he can't see through this Suning in front of him.
The momentum of the powerful Divine Realm on Suning's body before was revealed, which made Zhao Anning couldn't help but feel terrified in his heart.
Only now, he has become more restrained, more incomprehensible, and looks like an ordinary person without any spiritual power.
That ordinary trait can easily make some people who have lost their minds hallucinate, such as the prince guards who have just killed their master.
"It's you, it's you who killed His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"
"Come, catch the assassin, and avenge His Highness the Son of Heaven!"
One by one, the guards wearing this armor armed with swords and spears attacked Suning.
Just now, Zhao Ankang died too quickly, and the guards simply did not have time to distinguish Suning's strength, so they made this decision comparable to suicide.
Those assassins who rushed to Suning's side didn't have time to stab the blade in their hands into Suning's body, so they died halfway like Zhao Ankang just now.
A small amount of blood gushed out from the seven senses, and then he collapsed on the ground as if he had lost his soul, without breathing.
"This is
..." "I didn't expect..." Zhao
Anning looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, and couldn't help but exclaim.
"Suning hasn't seen you for five years, but I didn't expect you to be already a powerhouse in the Dao Palace Realm!"
"It's late to help, and I hope that the princess will forgive me."
Suning lightly solved the guards, and took Zhao Anning, who had collapsed on the ground, in his arms, revealing a kind smile.