Chapter 22 Swordsman

On December 30, 599 of the Dawu calendar, the wedding of Emperor Wu arrived as scheduled.

On this day, white snowflakes were floating all over the sky, covering the royal city with a layer of dreamy colors.

Ordinary people also wanted to see this grand wedding, but the royal city had been under martial law since last night, and ordinary people were not allowed to leave their homes at all.

Before dawn, civil and military officials had arrived at the wedding venue, Shenwu Palace.

The Shenwu Palace, which was usually used for offering sacrifices to heaven, was decorated by the Ministry of Rites with great joy. The fact that Emperor Wu could choose this place for the wedding shows his importance to Han Luoling.

Even when the queen married into the harem, she did not receive such courtesy, so many officials in the court were secretly thinking about their positions.

At the hour of Mao, Han Luoling was awakened by the servants. With the help of the female official of the Ministry of Rites, she began to dress up. As soon as the hour of Chen arrived, a magnificent phoenix carriage carrying the bride set off, and under the escort of the Tiance Army led by Zhang Chi, it slowly drove to the Shenwu Palace.

Between Han Luoling's residence and the Shenwu Palace, there is a small bluestone bridge, and under the bridge is the Ring River. If Han Luoling wants to reach the Shenwu Palace, this is the only way.

At this time, a man in white stood on the bridge, with a silver mask half covering his face, and his appearance could not be seen.

At his waist, a silver long sword was hung, and a sharp aura was hidden through the sword box.

All the snowflakes falling from the sky would automatically separate above the man's head, so although he stood here for a long time, no snowflakes touched him.

Han Xu just stood on the bridge, quietly looking at the Ring River under his feet, as if waiting for something.

At the bottom of the river, Wang Qian, with dozens of personal guards, was lurking with air bags on their backs. In order not to be discovered, they had been soaking in the freezing cold water for several hours, but none of them felt cold. Instead, they felt a little hot because of nervousness.

For Wang Qian, this battle could only succeed and not fail, because two days ago, Wang Ran arranged Zhao Meng to plot against Han Xu in Jiuxiao Academy, which was exposed, which was equivalent to cutting off his retreat to Han Luoling.

As time went by, Wang Qian became more and more panicked. Even when he was young and galloping on the battlefield, he was not so panicked in the desperate situation of life and death.

Through the river, he could see the white-clothed swordsman on the bridge. The longer they hid at the bottom of the river, the longer the white-clothed swordsman stood on the bridge.

Both sides seemed to know each other's existence, but they did not disturb each other.

If you don't move, I won't move either.

Wang Qian would not naively think that this person came here to see the scenery.

The alley at the bridgehead cannot accommodate a spacious carriage and the Tiance Army guards, so this is the only flaw on Han Luoling's way to the Shenwu Palace.

At this special time, appearing in this special place, this white-clothed swordsman definitely has some purpose, but Wang Qian is not sure whether the other party is an enemy or a friend.

Seeing that the time is almost up, Wang Qian thought that he could not delay any longer, and he gestured to the two guards behind him to go up and see the situation.

The two were both seventh-grade warriors, elites among elites, but as soon as they surfaced, they saw a bright sword light falling from the sky. Even no one could see how the swordsman drew his sword, and the two bodies sank to the bottom of the river.

"Han Luoling is indeed protected by a master." Wang Qian's heart sank, but he immediately decided to burn his boats.

He had no way to retreat, retreating would mean death, and he himself was a ninth-grade master, plus the guards he brought with him. Unless the opponent was extraordinary, otherwise the combined strength of everyone would be enough to kill him in one blow.

Wang Qian made a gesture, and the remaining guards jumped up from the bottom of the water. Under the powerful force, the water pressure could not affect their speed.

The water surface under Han Xu's feet suddenly boiled, and dozens of black-clad guards shot out from the water surface, attacking from the front and back, and the violent spiritual power enveloped him.

Among these guards, there are even four eighth-grade warriors.

There are nine grades of warriors, and the third grade is a major realm. A warrior of the upper third grade can become a powerful person anywhere in this secular world.

As soon as these guards made a move, it was the most fierce killing move. In such a desperate situation, even a ninth-grade master would find it difficult to escape unscathed.

However, Han Xu did not panic at all. He pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and a silver light flashed in an instant, and a circle of sword energy spread out with him as the center.

The next moment, the movements of all the guards froze in mid-air, and their bodies turned into powder and dissipated.

Just one sword killed dozens of masters. How powerful is this.

Wang Qian witnessed all this. He thought this man was powerful, but he didn't expect him to be so powerful. Even he couldn't kill these guards in one move.

However, the arrow had been strung and had to be shot. Wang Qian was also a man of many battles and a tough mind.

He calculated that no matter how skilled the opponent was, there would be a moment of gap when the previous move was about to end.

So, when the guards moved, he drew out the sword behind him and rushed out from the bottom of the water. When he came out of the water, it was just when Han Xu's sword energy was about to end.

The timing was grasped to the point of being accurate.

Wherever the blade passed, it brought up a string of water droplets. Before these water droplets fell to the ground, they condensed into ice in the air and turned into deadly hidden weapons and shot towards Han Xu.

And Wang Qian used all his spiritual power to fully activate the Snow Blade Mad Knife. The blade lit up with brilliant brilliance, and the extreme cold even froze the air.

With one slash, the sword energy came in all directions, as if to strangle Han Xu.

With this strike, Wang Qian, under tremendous pressure, actually burst out with strength beyond his limit. He felt that even if the swordsman was a ninth-grade expert, he could kill him with one strike.

However, the situation he expected did not happen.

After the swordsman finished the last sword, he did not stop at all and stabbed out another sword at a speed that was hard to see with the naked eye.

It was such a simple sword, but it made Wang Qian feel a crisis he had never experienced before. He saw that in front of the swordsman, it seemed that there was an invisible force blocking the space.

Whether it was the ice beads or the indomitable ice blade energy, they were all shattered in front of the swordsman.

"Super" Wang Qian stuttered out this word. Only an extraordinary strong man could break his full-strength attack so easily.

But why would an extraordinary strong man protect Han Luoling here, and why could Han Luoling have so many people to protect him.

Obviously, this swordsman was not the master who killed the assassin with the Snow Blade Mad Knife a few days ago.

However, Wang Qian's thoughts stopped here. The swordsman seemed too lazy to talk nonsense with him. After breaking his sword energy, a touch of sword energy pierced his heart.

Poor general, he didn't know who he had offended until he died, and he didn't even have time to regret.

His body sank into the cold river, and will flow to an unknown place with the river water. Maybe it will become food for fish in the water, or maybe it will be found by an unknown person in an unknown place one day in the future.

After killing the man, Han Xu did not put the sword back into the scabbard.

He looked up at the snowflakes falling from the sky, and then said to the people around him: "Since you are here, come out."