Chapter 10 Bloody Palace

"National thief? Haha." The eighth prince looked up to the sky and laughed, and his laughter was full of grief, indignation and vicissitudes: "Have I become a national thief? Colluding with Japanese pirates? Yes, I'm a national thief, and I'm a national thief. Haha. I actually became a national thief.

He suddenly stopped laughing and hummed in a cold voice, "Do you think Yanlong's 90,000 miles of country is his? Is that his eldest brother who is in line with me?" He slapped and smashed the solid Eight Immortal Table and roared, "Before the former emperor went, I didn't intend to let him inherit the throne at all, and he didn't even consider it. Didn't he kill all my brothers and brothers? Do you think it will be his turn to sit in the dragon chair?

Su Yong sighed in his heart that seven of the nine sons of Longsheng died or disappeared one after another. If this was a coincidence, even he would not believe it. But... He is just a commoner. It's not his turn to take care of the emperor's family affairs, and he is not qualified to take care of it. In his heart, no matter who comes to be the emperor, as long as he has integrity, can guarantee the integrity of Yanlong's territory, and can ensure the peaceful and peaceful life of the people of the people.

The emperor who is far away from Yanlong Jingshi can at least do this. And the eighth prince in front of him, not to mention how high and bold he is, but it is difficult for him to accept the collusion with the Japanese.

The Eighth Prince seemed to see what he was thinking and sighed leisurely, "Do you think I'm willing to collude with outsiders to disturb my country? But my second brother had a lot of troops in his hand, and the three kings of the three armies were the only one who pushed me to the ocean island country... If it hadn't been for the early opportunity, and there would have been help from Mr. Yun and others, I'm afraid there would have been only a handful of bones left for a long time. How could I say this to you?"

"In any case, you should not use the power of the Japanese to assassinat Yanlong. Even if it is not your people, it is also your compatriots." Su Yongzheng said.

"What can I do?" The eighth prince raised his head, and the wrinkles on his forehead looked deeper and thicker at this moment, and he was even older: "I have fled to the island country for 20 years. When I first came here, the big girl was only two years old. The little girl had not yet been born. Their mother also left early in the middle of worry after giving birth to the little girl... I have been a father and mother for nearly 20 years. Now, how many more twenty years can I have?

He stared at Su Yong: "If I don't use the Japanese and these outsiders, can I leave them both and go back to the country alone? The three kings, which one is not equal to me? What's more, I only have two fists. What should I do to fight with others? What do you want to fight with others?"

"Then you secretly communicate with Yun Taishi and collude with the Japanese to restore the country with the help of the Japanese?" Su Yong shook his head slightly, with a trace of disappointment and contempt in his words.

"Yes, since the day I escaped, I have been thinking about returning to the country all the time. After the death of the children's mother, this idea is like a big stone in my heart every night, which makes me sleepless all night." The eighth prince looked at him leisurely and sighed, "I know that working with Japanese pirates is undoubtedly seeking skin with tigers, but... but I can't look at the world of a brother who has been so ferocious since childhood."

"Now that I'm nearly 50 years old, if I don't take action again, do you think I can still wait? Isn't that going to be a foreign country?" The Eighth Prince looked at the contemptuous look on his face and shook his head and said, "What's more, I have been a dwarf Japanese for many years and know a lot about the Japanese people. I have my own way to deal with them. If everything is done, I will expel them from the country. I have a detailed plan for this."

Su Yong has pulled out all the blood knives at this moment. He looked at the dark red blade, which seemed to be soaked with mottled light and shadow condensed by blood. Finally, he sighed and said, "Eight, you are so naive. In the past few years, the Japanese pirates have repeatedly invaded the southeast coast. In addition to plundering a large amount of wealth, they dare not confront the officers and soldiers at all. The plan you expect is just to be used by them. He flicked the blood knife slightly: "Your Highness, show your weapons."

The Eighth Prince was about to refute. After listening to his last sentence, he was stunned: "You... do you still want to kill me?"

"Not bad."

The Eighth Prince narrowed his eyes and looked at his blood knife, which was like a knife and a sword. His pupils shrank slightly: "Blood knife?"

"Not bad."

A trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the eighth prince, but he still stared at the blade of the blood knife: "Blood, blood... OK, okay. What a blood knife, what a sharp blade.

He actually saw the sharpness of the blood knife with just one pair of eyes? Su Yong was shocked, but still said indifferently, "Your Majesty, please show your weapons." The other party is Yanlong's strongman and the prince. He feels that he should give him full respect.

"I don't need weapons." The Eighth Prince sighed again, "This is the first time I borrowed a knife and the only time I borrowed a knife. I don't like using weapons. Moreover," he looked at Su Yong's pale face with a smile: "You don't need weapons for you."

While talking, his magnificent momentum had been agitated. The gray robe seemed to be full of countless small fans. Each piece of clothes worked hard to show off and surge, as if it contained countless real energy that could cause an explosion. The poofing sound seemed to break the clothes. Generally.

At this moment, his huge power rushed to Su Yong again, which almost made him unable to breathe.

Su Yong had full of true energy when he asked the other party to show his weapons, but at this moment, although he was full of momentum, he still could not resist the strong and unparalleled sense of oppression. He stepped back half a step, the blood knife leaned forward, and the sweat on his pale face was about to roll down.

This eighth prince is the strongest person he has met in his life. He has fought with the commander of Yanmeng Salmu in Yanmeng, and has also fought against Chino Takeo. He has even felt the occasional pressure of serum wind and Hong Yuanba, but it is far from being so terrible as the Eight Prince in front of him.

Although Salmu is brave and violent, he is still full of strength. Although Takeo Chino is unparalleled, he is enough to resist after experiencing the third type of blood knife. But the eighth prince in front of him was under great pressure in silence. He did not move at all. The pressure was as heavy as a mountain. Even if he raised his knife to force himself to resist with true spirit and thoughts, it was still difficult to shake.

His blood knife was raised to his eyebrows, in a straight line with his body, but his footsteps kept retreating, and he couldn't resist.

The Eighth Prince suddenly released his whole body, and countless shells seemed to shoot out of his swollen body. With a loud shock, Su Yong retreated five steps in a row, and the strong wooden house around them was scattered on all sides by the majestic momentum suddenly released by the Eighth Prince, turning into countless broken beams and rotten boards.

And the huge movement in this place also attracted a burst of screams around. I don't know if those pierced boards stabbed some maids of honor nearby. But no one came out, and the two women who had left before could not be seen.

"Haha, it's better to call outside." The Eighth Prince glanced around the mess and turned his head to Su Yong: "General Su, let's take out the knife first."

Su Yong's eyes drooped, and he was not polite at the moment. The blood blade pointed, and the three thunder strikes had blown at the other party like lightning.

However, it was only for a moment that the three knives he had been waiting for were all stabbed in the air. It seemed like a storm of lightning, and it didn't even touch the other party's clothes.

But when he immediately flew backwards in one blow, the sensitive eardrum caught a low cry.

"What?"

He crossed his chest and carefully followed the sound. He saw the Eighth Prince, who gradually appeared in front of him on the right.

"You... what kind of knife is this?" The eighth prince stared at him, as if it was the first time he had seen him.

"This is the knife type of the blood knife." Su Yong was stunned, and his eyes flashed. His mind had controlled a pile of rotten wood and broken beams near him and hit him. At the same time, the blood knife waved again, and he flew forward like a streamer, and swept out a knife shadow up and down again.

The knife force, every knife, has an incomparable knife force, and each knife is enough to draw a deep ditch on the masonry-paved ground.

This blade shadow has blocked the other party's top, bottom, left and right. Even if it is a mosquito, I'm afraid it will be cut into dozens of cuts to the ground by the sharp blade.

But when he regressed again, there was no trace of blood fog in the blade that gradually dissipated, let alone a scream, only a cloud of dust on the ground and more than a dozen huge knife marks across the bluestone slabs.

"No, it's not this trick." The deep words suddenly sounded in his ear.

Su Yong was shocked, his body was eager, and the blood knife had been swept out to the left.

But it was too late. A huge force hit his back. He flew forward like a bullet, sliding for dozens of meters, broke through a courtyard wall and knocked down two bowl-sized trees, and then fell on the ground full of rotten wood and broken bricks.

He stood up again with a bloody knife, and two blood-red streams immediately flowed down his nostrils.