Chu Zhiyuan also ignored these evil sect masters who rushed over.

Instead, he stared across the street.

They can cause such a big chaos, and they can still cause such a big chaos under the control of the city guards.

Naturally, there are unique tricks.

Not to mention the horse, there are other masters secretly performing mystical magic.

Amplified people's fear and panic.

Fear and panic are contagious and can amplify among people.

If it were you, it would be easy to crack it, a long roar would be enough.

But being in the middle of the situation and unable to overlook the entire environment, the city guards also panicked.

This is still not enough experience.

Tianjing City seems to have been at peace for a long time, and there has not been much chaos, which makes it so fragile.

After this time, they must have gained experience and ways to deal with it.

A dozen guards rushed out from both sides to block the evil sect masters.

The two sides started fighting.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head and glanced around: "My lord, it seems that you don't have many chances to fight against the masters of the evil sect."

Prince Song said with a smile: "There are indeed very few masters of the evil sect in Tianjing."

Chu Zhiyuan said: "There are many evil sect masters in Tianjing."

"a lot of?"

"I can see about forty people now. In addition to the group in front of me, there are also a group hidden in the crowd for observation."

Prince Song looked disgusted.

"My lord, have you ever seen a demon from the evil sect do evil with your own eyes?"

".——I met him once when I was young." Prince Song's face turned ugly.

He didn't want to recall that scene again.

It has been pressed deep into my heart.

I have been suppressing it for a long time, so long that I thought I had forgotten it.

When I saw these evil sect masters today, the memories I thought I had forgotten became clear again.

Then I realized that I had never forgotten it.

The eighteenth brother and himself were captured by an evil sect master, who first devoured the eighteenth brother.

He watched helplessly as his eighteenth brother was sucked away while screaming in pain until only a piece of skin and skeleton were left.

Chu Zhiyuan calmly watched the fighting in the field, looked at the crowd in the distance, and said calmly, "Then the prince should understand why I hate them so much and why I insist on killing them."

"Kill! Got it! Okay!" Prince Song said slowly.

Chu Zhiyuan's super sense has been shining brightly on everyone, including Prince Song.

Seeing the look in Prince Song's eyes, he was emotionally turbulent.

Chu Zhiyuan sighed: "The wisest thing for me is to stand by and let your Dameng guards kill them, and let the Dameng guards lose their manpower. If I take action, I can prevent your guards from suffering losses."

, but not only will you not be grateful, but you will think that I am nosy."

"Prince————" Prince Song hesitated: "Will the Imperial Guard be damaged?"

He had to admit that Chu Zhiyuan's words were correct.

The wisest thing for Chu Zhiyuan to do was to stay calm and let the guards take action.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Once they use the technique of Burning All Jade, the guards will not be able to stop them."

".——Then please take action, Your Majesty!" Prince Song said through gritted teeth.

Today is simply embarrassing. Compared with earning face, the lives of the guards are more important.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Then I will take action?"

"Your Majesty, please!" Prince Song nodded vigorously: "Kill all these monsters!"

Eight phantoms flew out of Chu Zhiyuan's sleeves, but what stopped above his head were eight flying knives.

The eight flying knives are crystal clear, as if they were carved from ice.

They were suspended in the void one meter above Chu Zhiyuan's head, trembling slightly, eager to try.

Prince Song looked at them in surprise, and Hu Pingan, Guo Pu and others also looked at these flying knives curiously.

Each handle is exquisite and exquisite, with subtle and strange patterns faintly visible.

Anyone who is interested knows the name of Chu Zhiyuan's flying knife. They have never seen it with their own eyes, so they always think it is too exaggerated.

How could there be such a powerful flying knife?

When they looked at it, they felt that the eight flying knives seemed to be living creatures.

Like eight eagles, eagles ready to hunt.

"Egg!"

With a gentle whistling sound, eight crystal-clear flying knives instantly disappeared into the air.

The next moment, they got into the fighting crowd and flew over the foreheads of the evil sect demons.

They were not there, but their speed was extremely fast. By the time they reacted, the flying knives were already approaching, making it impossible to avoid them.

The eight flying knives went back and forth, piercing sixteen heads, and then back and forth again, killing all the evil sect monsters Zhengsi killed.

They reappeared in the void above Chu Zhiyuan's head, with blood all over their bodies.

Prince Song and the others widened their eyes, feeling a sense of embarrassment.

Chu Zhiyuan spoke in the distance: "There's probably going to be a fight over there."

Prince Song stared blankly at him, then blankly looked at the street in the distance.

"I solved it directly?" Chu Zhiyuan said.

Prince Song said blankly: "It's settled."

The eight flying knives suddenly lit up, shot out again, and disappeared into the air.

They got into the crowd in the distance and passed through heads one after another.

"Kill one by one!

There were screams in the distance.

Transparent flying knives shot through the heads one after another, killing their owners violently.

The corpse was shrinking rapidly, leaving only the clothes and the bones under the clothes.

In the blink of an eye, the eight flying knives flew back into the void above Chu Zhiyuan's head.

They were trembling slightly, as if they were not satisfied and wanted to kill again.

Chu Zhiyuan could faintly feel their dissatisfaction.

These evil sect masters are not strong enough and there are not enough of them to kill them.

"Your Majesty has great swordsmanship," Prince Song exclaimed, "What a great swordsmanship!"

This skill of flying knives is amazing.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."

"The Prince's Magic Sword is an eye-opener for me!" Prince Song sighed with emotion: "I don't know how to master such a peerless sword skill!"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "By coincidence, killing the evil sect monster is very worry-free and labor-saving."

Guo Pu, who was wearing a red robe, smiled and said: "Your Majesty, you can't make a mistake, can you? You can't kill the wrong person?"

Chu Zhiyuan said: "They only kill those with strong evil spirits. They specialize in killing demons. Those with less evil spirits are not so easy to kill."

The guards had stopped, looking at the corpses on the ground shrinking rapidly, and they all looked at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Your Majesty, the campaign is completed."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Prince Song clasped his fists: "Let's continue walking."

"Okay." Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

The guards quickly moved the shrinking household heads away from the ground, allowing the mission and the officials of the Ministry of Ceremonies to move forward.

After walking a hundred meters away and before reaching the intersection of another street, the eight flying knives on Chu Zhiyuan's head shot out again and got into the crowd at the intersection of that street.

Then there were screams one after another.

"ah!"
To be continued...