Chapter 1311

Zhao Qiyue's arm was actually snapped off.

He let out a shrill scream.

But Zhao Xing did not hold back at all.

He backhanded and struck down again.

The blazing palm print slammed fiercely onto Zhao Qiyue's body.

Instantly, the opponent's body was blasted away.

He vomited blood wildly.

His face was incredibly pale.

At this moment, he had lost the strength to resist.

But Zhao Qingyang still dared not be negligent.

A look of gloom appeared in his eyes.

"Go, kill him!"

At this moment, Zhao Qingyang was completely anxious.

Zhao Xing's strength was powerful.

And Zhao Qiyue was injured.

He himself was likely in a bad situation.

And after hearing the voice.

Those guards dared not hesitate anymore.

Their figures flew out.

Charging toward Zhao Xing.

However, how could such a scene be a match for Zhao Xing?

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In an instant, they were crushed below.

They didn't even have the slightest strength to fight back.

"Stop!"

Just at this moment.

In the distance, a figure flew over.

His whole body was filled with blood mist.

Followed by hundreds of experts behind him.

It was none other than Wang Jue's other brother, Wang Jue.

Although he was a prince, his strength was insufficient.

That was why he was sent here to guard.

And at this moment, seeing his big brother being humiliated.

Naturally, he could not care about so much.

"Bang!"

Following a bang, the sound fell.

Those guards were instantly defeated.

A ferocious killing intent appeared on Wang Jue's face.

Looking at Zhao Qingyang, he said.

"Third brother, what are you doing? Do you want to rebel?"

The voice carried resentment.

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"Hehe, big brother, you should ask yourself that.

I warned you long ago, but you refused to listen.

Now, you have harmed others and yourself!"

Zhao Qingyang's voice carried a cold flavor.

And just after his voice fell.

Zhao Qingyang's big brother became angry at this moment.

"Hmph, do you think you can stop me with just these trash?

Today, you must hand over Zhao Qiyue.

Otherwise, not only you, but I will also slaughter your children.

I want to see how long you can endure!"

The voice carried a chilling killing intent.

And after hearing the voice, Zhao Qingyang's eyes flashed with brilliance.

After a moment, he said slowly.

"Father.

Your son is already dead; I don't have Zhao Qiyue here!"

"What!"

Upon hearing the voice, Zhao Qingyang's big brother was full of disbelief.

His brother, although weak in character.

Would never betray him, let alone usurp the throne.

"Good, very good.

Today, you are all dead!"

A look of madness appeared in his eyes.

The next moment, the weapon in his hand swung out.

Hot saber energy whistled out.

Zhao Qingyang could not dodge in time.

His chest was instantly torn open.

Bright red blood flowed out.

However, he still gritted his teeth and held on.

"Kill him!"

Zhao Xing issued the order at this moment.

Then, a group of guards charged toward Zhao Qingyang.

The long sword pierced through Zhao Qingyang's body, and he finally could not hold on.

He fell to the ground, his body trembling.

A look of pain appeared in his eyes.