Chapter 41 He can't move

Chapter 41 He can’t move

"When I was young, I heard my master mention the Shang Kingdom. He said that more than ten thousand years ago, Shang Chao was the largest country in the Northern Wilderness. I never expected that it would be destroyed by my hands now."

The old sword master was inexplicably emotional.

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Seeing this, the envoy from the Xia Kingdom just sneered, "What the largest country? Even if the Shang Kingdom has many geniuses, it eventually became the wedding dress of my Xia Kingdom."

"Now our Xia Kingdom is the largest country in the Northern Wilderness. There is no need for such a weak Shang Kingdom to exist now."

"Venerable Sword Saint, with your current strength, even if the ancestor of the Shang Kingdom comes back, you may not be able to withstand the disaster of destroying the country!"

Seeing what the Xia envoy said, the old swordsman nodded.

Indeed, with his current strength in the war-ready realm.

Even if the ancestor of the Shang Kingdom came back, he could not stop the long sword in his hand.

Suddenly, the old sword master and the Xia envoy were like two ghosts, heading towards the inner palace of Shang Dynasty.

The other side.

As soon as Jiang Bo finished his morning court, he hurriedly came to the inner hall to visit Jiang Yuer.

Originally, Jiang Yuer's body was weak and she was not suitable for exposure to the sun.

But Jiang Yuer had no choice but to ask, and as a father, he couldn't bear it.

After obtaining the Master's consent, Jiang Yue'er was moved from the secret room to the inner hall.

Although it has been moved to the inner hall, the black curtain is still closed outside the inner hall at this moment.

There are only some weak eyes, but they shine through.

But this way, Jiang Yuer was very happy.

After all, Jiang Yuer only had a few days to live, and Jiang Bo wanted to satisfy her as much as possible.

Jiang Bo brought the mage to the inner hall. Looking at Jiang Yue'er's pale face, the monk took out a pill from his arms.

"Princess, this is the grass-returning elixir refined by a poor monk. It can help you recuperate."

"Ahem, thank you Master."

Jiang Yue'er suppressed her cough, clasped her hands together and thanked the great monk.

Although she is not very young, she has the demeanor of a born superior in her words and deeds.

If he is not assassinated by the Xia Kingdom, he will surely be able to lead the Shang Kingdom to glory when he grows up in the future.

However, talking about these now is tantamount to wishful thinking.

The poison in Jiang Yue'er's body progressed very quickly. Even if she took the great monk's elixir, she might not be able to survive for a few more days.

At this time, Jiang Yue'er's mother, Hu Qin'er, came to her daughter with a bowl of chicken soup.

She used to be the most beautiful woman in the Great Shang Kingdom, but now because of her daughter Jiang Yuer's health, she couldn't sleep a wink for several days.

She, who was usually the most beautiful, now had deep dark circles under her eyes.

As the saying goes, haggard people cannot be pitied.

Just as Hu Qin'er was feeding Jiang Yuer chicken soup, Jiang Bo suddenly slapped his forehead, as if he remembered something.

Seeing this, Hu Qin'er and others looked at Jiang Bo in confusion.

"Why did I forget this? We can go to Fairy Bibo, the best doctor in the world. Even if she asks for anything, I will not hesitate!"

Jiang Bo said frankly.

The great monk said, "I also remembered what the king said. The master of Fairy Bibo is the Medical Fairy of Beizhou. If we ask for help from her, maybe the eldest princess can have a chance of survival!"

Seeing the two people saying this, Hu Qin'er's face finally became a little brighter.

As for Jiang Yue'er, her eyes lit up when she heard this.

Although she is not afraid of death, if she can avoid death, then who would want to die young?

"There is no need to go to any famous doctor. You will all die today and no one can save you."

Suddenly, a murderous voice sounded in front of the inner hall door.

Then, a strong wind blew, blowing all the shady palace doors to pieces.

Two figures appeared in front of Jiang Yuer and others.

"People from Daxia?" Jiang Bo asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, I am the envoy of the Great Xia Kingdom, Lu Fangweng!" The envoy wearing the official uniform of the Xia Kingdom said coldly.

"I am the swordsman bestowed by the Xia Kingdom, nameless!" The old man in black.

Did you come after all?

After listening to the introductions of the two men, Jiang Bo's heart fell into an abyss.

The Daxia Kingdom really went too far to deceive others. In order to seize the dragon vein in Jiang Yue'er's body, they gathered together these hundreds of people.

I can't even wait for these few days!

Jiang Bo had heard of Lu Fangweng and Sword Master Wuming before.

The former has half-step to the level of War King, while the Sword Master Wuming is a real War King cultivator.

Such two powerful monks, even if they summoned the entire power of the Shang Kingdom at this moment, they would not be able to match them.

The strongest monk in Shang Dynasty is the king himself, Jiang Bo, who only has the sixth level of fighting body.

"By God's blessing, I, the Lord of the Xia Kingdom, have a decree to convey to you, King Shang." The envoy Lu Fangweng said loudly.

Seeing that Jiang Bo didn't move at all, he had no intention of accepting the order.

"That's right. The Shang Kingdom is almost over. When death is imminent, I won't care about a dying person like you." Lu Fangweng thought to himself.

"Just checking, the Shang Kingdom has harbored evil intentions and has long been planning to rebel. We have also sent the Sword Saint to exterminate them. I appreciate this!" Lu Fangweng.

"Master Dashang, can you plead guilty?"

"Haha, why bother trying to incriminate someone else!" Jiang Bo said with a sneer.

Hearing this, Lu Fangweng was too lazy to talk nonsense anymore. He turned to Sword Master Wuming and said, "The Lord of Shang Kingdom is stubborn. Lord Sword Master, take action."

"Wait a minute! The poor monk is an elder from the Boruo Sect. For my sake, can you?" the great monk said with his hands clasped together.

Unexpectedly, before the great monk finished speaking, the sword master Wuming took action.

"call out!"

Wuming didn't even draw the scabbard of the sword at his waist, and threw it at the big monk.

With just this one blow, the big monk flew out and fainted.

"A mere elder of the Boro Gate, do you think I can give you face?" Sword Saint Wuming said disdainfully.

"Killing a Boro ant makes my hands dirty."

In the inner hall, the only person who could stop the two sword saints had been put away at this moment.

Next, it was the unilateral slaughter of the sword saint.

Jiang Bo looked back helplessly at his wife and daughter, with a miserable smile on his face, "Qin'er, daughter, I'm afraid our family will not be able to escape today."

Shang Guo's queen mother Hu Qin'er was speechless, just covered her face and cried.

Looking at Jiang Yueer again, she sat up in shock from her dying illness and said to the two sword masters, "You Xia country just want to take over my body, this has nothing to do with my parents, let them go and I will commit suicide!"

"Hehe, the princess is filial, but this is not something you can decide, everyone present today must die!"

"The princess doesn't have to worry about being lonely in the underworld, we will kill all three of you and massacre the city!" Xia country envoy Lu Fangweng said coldly.

Hearing Xia envoy's words of massacre, Shang country lord Jiang Bo roared, "You beasts, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost."

"Then I'll be waiting for you anytime." Lu Fangweng smiled.

Then, he turned to Sword Saint Wuming, "Wuming, what are you waiting for? Send the King of Shang on his way first."

After waiting for a long time, Wuming still didn't make a move, Lu Fangweng couldn't help but frown, "Sword Saint, why don't you make a move?"

"Wuming! Do you want to disobey the king's order? Make a move!"

After repeated urging, the Sword Saint still didn't make any move, and the whole person was like a statue.

"Don't urge him, he can't move!"

Suddenly, a cold voice came from outside the inner hall.