Chapter 289

"Who said that the flower sword sect didn't send someone? Didn't you come here?"

With this sound, everyone on the court was stunned.

The next moment, they looked at the entrance of the hall.

Different from the respectful respect for the appearance of the seven princes, at the moment, they have a bit of banter and don't know how to live or die in their eyes.

Dare to call yourself childe in front of the seventh prince. Why did you come later than the seventh prince? It's not to die.

A figure appeared in front of everyone.

This man is dressed in white and has a slender posture. When he steps, he is like a relegated fairy coming down to earth and interprets the abundant God like jade incisively and vividly.

His heroic face, resolute expression and the sharp breath that only belongs to the swordsman make many people's eyes slightly coagulate.

Its robe is windless and automatic.

That's the strong wind driven by the sword Qi.

When the sword Qi is rampant, a sword Qi vortex is formed on his side. Anyone who is close to him will be seriously hurt by the sword Qi!

Including a jiuxingwu close to him.

When he touched the whirlpool of sword Qi, Dun was hurt by the edge, screamed and fell more than ten feet away.

There were more than a dozen sword wounds on his body.

Even the nine star Wu Zun took out the healing pill immediately, but he could not stop the sword Qi from spreading inward, and his mouth sent out bursts of sad screams.

"What a strong sword spirit!"

The people looked slightly frozen and were very surprised.

You can hurt the nine star Wu Zun with simple sword Qi. Even some Wu emperors can't do this!

Strong!

Very strong!

This is the first impression of most people present when they saw the young man carrying the sword.

It was the seventh prince. After seeing the man, his eyes flashed a light, and then the corners of his lips smiled. The smile was like a hunter seeing his favorite prey.

"The prince and the vice Lord of the foil sect have met. Who are you?" the seventh Prince looked down at the young man carrying the sword.

This voice contains the martial power of the seven princes and the strong faith of the Seven Star Emperor Wu. If the mighty river, ordinary people will be washed away at this moment.

Everyone on the court also felt this abnormal atmosphere.

I was shocked!

Anyway, this momentum is not aimed at them.

They were only affected, not disturbed by momentum.

But Rao is so. When the momentum of martial arts is diffuse, and when the breath of hegemony comes, there is no idea of resistance in everyone's heart, and they can't help but surrender to this momentum.

"The flower sword sect worships the elder, Ni Daye."

The young man carrying the sword said faintly, looking calm as usual, as if he hadn't noticed the martial arts trend of the seventh prince.

"Ni Daye?"

The snow fell and looked at the young man with the sword on his back. His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

I don't know why.

He always felt that he should have met him.

But when he looked back, he found that he had no impression.

"What's the matter with this strange feeling?" The snow fell and frowned more and more.

He looked at the young man with the sword on his back and asked, "friend, have we met?"

"Of course... No!"

The young man with a sword on his back glanced at the audience. His eyes were as sharp as a sword. Anyone who was stared at by his eyes felt that a sharp sword hung over his head, which was very uncomfortable.

"Thirteen, what's the matter?"

The seventh Prince noticed the abnormal reaction of snow falling and asked.

The snow fell and thought and shook his head.

The seventh Prince's face was expressionless. "It's a guest from afar. Sit down."

The seventh Prince didn't pay attention to the young man carrying the sword. Even if the other party was as powerful as he showed, the seventh prince was not afraid.

As the first expert of the younger generation of the snow empire, the seventh Prince has the strength and qualification of his contemporaries.

The young man carrying the sword directly found a position to sit down, and the back color was calm, without showing any cowardice, and there was no humble move because of the prominent position of the seventh prince. He just looked indifferent and sharp, as if he was possessed by sword practice!

The young man carrying the sword is no one else, just our senior official Zhao.

In order to avoid the investigation of the palace, he borrowed the identity of Hua Jianzong when he came in.

just right.

Several elder tokens of huajianzong burst out in the wuzun of huajianzong he killed.

With a token in hand, the guards have no doubt. Zhao Fang can enter the imperial city.

Otherwise.

Unless you break in.

Of course, according to Zhao Fang's calculation when he came, he would not choose to do so unless he had to.

Now.

After sitting down, Zhao Fang was motionless, but his eyes glanced around and couldn't stop.

"He is a talent."

The seventh Prince nodded secretly.

He is a proud man. He doesn't have much favor for those who are servile.

contrary.

The young man carrying the sword, who is proud and powerful, is even more appreciated by him.

"Crazy Dao sect!" the seventh Prince snorted coldly, revealing his killing opportunity.

After feeling the killing intention, everyone here secretly sighed that the crazy Dao sect didn't know how to offend the seventh prince in such a big event. Isn't it an excuse for him to settle!

You can imagine.

After the wedding of the seven princes, this force is bound to disappear from the millions of miles shrouded in the majesty of the snow empire!

Ritual music sounded.

The hall was again bustling and noisy.

There were cheers and laughter in the hall.

I don't know whether it's a long cherished wish to be achieved, or for other reasons.

The seventh prince was very happy. He did not refuse the toast of the elders or patriarchs here.

In particular, the bride, dressed in palace clothes, is now behind her, which pushes the atmosphere of the banquet to a high tide.

Suddenly.

The hall was full of congratulations.

The smile on the seventh Prince's face grew stronger and stronger.

"Concubine AI, come here, come to the prince!"

The seventh Prince waved to the bride.

But after waiting for a moment, the bride did not respond. The smiling face of the seventh Prince suddenly stiffened.

Seeing this, other clan leaders hurriedly hid their faces and drank, with an expression of not seeing anything.

Jokes.

This kind of occasion is only suitable for tacit understanding.

Anyone who exposes the embarrassment of the seven princes will bear his anger.

"Love imperial concubine, still so reserved, I have to invite the prince!"

The seventh Prince still smiled, but he stepped down from his seat and walked towards the woman.

Before approaching the bride, he saw that the last young man with a sword in the corner stood up and walked towards the bride.

"Huh?"

The seventh Prince's face was expressionless, but a cold killing intention flashed in his eyes.

Originally.

He was still trying to subdue the young man carrying the sword.

But at this moment.

This kind of thought, however, dissipated because of the recklessness and unwillingness of the young man carrying the sword.

The seventh Prince stood in place and looked coldly at the young man with the sword. He wanted to see what he wanted to do!

Others on the court also noticed this scene.

Each one looked strange, and his eyes showed doubt.

What's more, Zhao Fang's eyes were very cold, just like looking at a dead man.

In full view of the public.

But when Zhao Fang came to the bride, he lifted her red cap in everyone's stunned eyes. When he saw the very amazing and familiar face, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Yo, long time no see!"