The expressions of Erha and others suddenly changed.

They were all seriously injured, and anyone with a handle at this time could kill them all in one fell swoop.

And listening to the intensive sound of horse hooves, there must be more than three or five people present.

The fight between Zhao Yu and Jiang Nanyue sounds cumbersome, but in fact it doesn't even take two sticks of incense.

Jin Yichuan and the others went fifty miles out to kill King Yun. Including the round trip, the time required to burn two sticks of incense was simply unrealistic.

Therefore, the sudden sound of horse hooves was definitely not from the Supervisory Headquarters led by Jin Yichuan!

The bloody warriors who were scolded by Zhao Yu glanced at each other as soon as they heard the sound of horse hooves, and then picked up the waist sword on the ground without saying a word, stood up slightly tremblingly, and put

Zhao Yuwei was in the middle.

After a few breaths, a horse jumped over the mountain col and appeared in front of Zhao Yu.

Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw Jin Yichuan sitting on the horse.

Strong men appeared one after another behind them. In addition to Jin Yichuan and the strong men, there was also a middle-aged man in a brocade robe among the cavalry.

"Why did you come back so quickly?"

Zhao Yu looked at Jin Yichuan who dismounted and came to him, then looked at the man surrounded by the warriors, and said with some doubts.

Even though they were riding first-class war horses brought by the commander of the army, these war horses did not have wings.

How could he capture King Yun in fifty miles and two sticks of incense before returning to this mountain col?

"Sir, my subordinates led the attack for only ten miles, and then they encountered them who turned back..."

Jin Yichuan pointed at King Yun behind him, cupped his fists and replied to Zhao Yu.

It turned out that when the guards around King Yun were almost being chased by Zhao Yu, Jiang Nanyue wanted to stay and stop Zhao Yu and others.

King Yun was very confident in Jiang Nanyue's skills. Not to mention Zhao Yu, not even Li Xunhuan was Jiang Nanyue's opponent.

The overconfident King Yun did not listen to Jiang Nanyue's words and went straight to the capital. Instead, he returned with the only two remaining guards, wanting to see what kind of person the Jin Yiwei Beisi Zhenfu Envoy who was chasing him was.

At this glance, he met Jin Yichuan who wanted to surround him. After a fight, he killed the two guards and took them back to King Yun.

But just as Zhao Yu thought before, except for him and Erha, the other people in the Supervisory Headquarters had normal minds.

Although King Yun was captured, Jin Yichuan and the other warriors did not dare to act rashly. They only planned to bring King Yun back to threaten Jiang Nanyue.

Everyone knows the consequences of besieging and killing the feudal king!

"Are you Yun Wang Zhu Rui?"

With the support of Erha, Zhao Yu came to the presence of King Yun of the Central Government.

Although Zhao Yu had never met King Yun himself, at the first sight of King Yun, he knew that this guy was definitely King Yun and had not run away.

That shoehorned face is definitely a true inheritance from the old Zhu family!

Although King Yun is now a prisoner, he still feels good about himself.

Seeing Zhao Yu's question, he raised his nostrils and looked at Zhao Yu, and shouted condescendingly: "How brave! You are just a slave of the royal family, how dare you call me by my name?"

"Ah."

Hearing this, Zhao Yu raised the corner of his mouth slightly. This guy is really unstoppable!

How come you've come to this point and you're still pretending to be a prince?

Zhao Yu didn't say much, just walked step by step to a place in the mountain col.

On the ground under his feet, you can still vaguely see the traces of fire not long ago.

And this is the place where the powerful man from the Supervisory Division committed suicide under the sword of Jing Wuming!

Zhao Yu, who came here, looked at the burning marks on the ground, and then waved behind him without looking back.

"Your Majesty, please!"

Seeing this, Jin Yichuan came to King Yun and made a cold invitation gesture.

King Yun looked at Zhao Yu who had his back turned to him and sneered, then stepped forward. He wanted to see what this slave of the Zhu family could do to him!

King Yun walked slowly to Zhao Yu's side and was about to speak when his eyes inadvertently glanced at the ground not far away from Zhao Yu.

The snow had been cleared away, and the empty ground was dotted with traces of previous burns.

What shocked King Yun was that in this open space, there were two dead heads standing side by side!

Of these two heads, one is that of Shangguan Jinhong, the leader of the Money Gang, and the other is his princess, Jiang Nanyue!

"Zhao Yu! If you dare to kill the princess, I will kill you..."

boom!

Before King Yun could finish speaking, Zhao Yu glanced directly at Erha next to him, and knowingly, Erha struck the crook of King Yun's leg with his scabbard.

How could the pampered King Yun endure such pain?

He bent his legs and knelt directly in front of the empty space.

"princess?"

Zhao Yu turned to look at King Yun who was kneeling on the ground, and said with a sneer: "How can a mere princess compare to the beauty of my brothers and feet who died in vain?"

"grown ups……"

Listening to Zhao Yu's words, King Yun was a little unable to react for a moment, but Jin Yichuan behind him was frightened and broke into a cold sweat.

He had been following Zhao Yu for a long time. After saying these words, combined with Zhao Yu's actions in the past two days, he could guess what Zhao Yu was going to do.

"What are you going to do?"

King Yun was shocked when he saw Zhao Yu's trembling hand taking over an ordinary waist knife handed over by the big man at the side.

"I am King Daqianyun, how dare you?!"

"The Prince of Killing wants to destroy the nine tribes, Zhao Yu, you have to think clearly!"

"I am the vassal king. You can ask for whatever you want. I can also forget about the past..."

…

The more expressionless Zhao Yu became, the more fearful King Yun became in his heart.

At this moment, he finally believed that this guy was really just here to get his head!

But he is King Yun!

Daqian is the most distinguished royal prince!

He, Zhao Yu, is just the envoy of Jin Yiwei Bei Division, a domestic slave of the royal family! How dare he do such a treasonous thing?

"I only want one thing..."

Zhao Yu slowly took out the ordinary waist knife worn by the strong man, and looked at the frightened King Yun with a calm expression.

"What, as long as you can tell me, I will definitely promise you!"

King Yun seemed to have grasped the last straw and nodded in agreement hastily.

Zhao Yu turned his head and glanced at the place where the strong man died, then looked at King Yun and said lightly: "I want your head to sacrifice to me..."

Brain?

King Yun was a little confused.

He openly kissed the vassal king, but he actually had to sacrifice his head for a minion?

While King Yun was stunned, Zhao Yu, who was already weak, took his last breath and raised his sword to cut off King Yun's head.

The panting Zhao Yu calmed down for a moment, then picked up King Yun's head that had rolled down and gently placed it next to the heads of Shangguan Jinhong and Jiang Nanyue.

brush!

After doing all this, Zhao Yu stood up the strongman's sword in front of the three heads, and then knelt down on one knee.

All the warriors from the Supervisory Headquarters around looked at Zhao Yu kneeling down, and then they suppressed their inner shock and knelt down after Zhao Yu.
Chapter completed!