Two guards stood outside the Khitan Inn, and a team of patrol guards happened to pass by. At this moment, a figure slowly approached in the distance. The guards and patrol guards looked at him, and saw Zhan Zhao approaching with a murderous look, holding a long sword in his hand, and walking with a steady pace.

"Who, stop." The patrol guard immediately blocked Zhan Zhao, and the leader took a step forward and shouted.

However, Zhan Zhao ignored him at all and walked forward with a murderous look on his face.

The head of the guard changed his face and raised his hand and shouted, "Beware."

"Swish!" The patrol guards drew their swords together and pointed at Zhan Zhao.

Zhan Zhao stopped a few meters ahead, looked at the Khitans coldly, and the long sword in his hand trembled slightly.

The guard leader looked at him coldly and said disdainfully: "This is my Khitan station. No matter who you are, retreat quickly, otherwise you will be responsible for any disputes."

Zhan Zhao sneered: "Dispute? What kind of dispute can I have with the dead?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped in. The long sword in his hand was unsheathed with a "snap", and a sword slashed down obliquely, and blood flew everywhere. A Khitan soldier standing in front could not react. His body and head were broken, and blood gushed out from his neck like a spring. Zhan Zhao did not dodge or avoid it, and his body was covered in blood in an instant.

The guard leader was furious and shouted: "Kill!"

"Kill!" When the Khitans saw their companions die, they were furious and shouted in unison, raised their weapons and rushed forward.

Zhan Zhao's head and face were covered with blood. He grinned, revealing his bright white teeth, and grinned, like a bloodthirsty beast, kicking his feet and rushing into the crowd.

He saw his long sword constantly waving, and each sword was released, carrying a piece of blood, like a Shura who had just come from hell, cold and cruel.

Not long after, there were corpses everywhere at the entrance of the inn, and blood flowed into a river. No one could stand up.

Zhan Zhao, covered in blood, stood in the middle of the corpse, looked up at the Khitan Inn in front of him, licked his lips with a grim smile, swung the long sword in his hand, wielded the blood drops, and rushed in with great strides.

As soon as he entered the door, Tai Sui had arrived. Looking at the scene of corpses everywhere, he couldn't help but stop being shocked. At this time, screams came from the Khitan Inn. Tai Sui was shocked and immediately got up and rushed in.

In the inn, Zhan Zhaozheng, who was covered in blood, fought with Khitan deputy envoy Yi Xin. Yi Xin used a half-person-high mace, and the black mace was covered with sharp thorns. When he waved, he was whistling and sharp wind, which was amazing.

Although Zhan Zhao's martial arts prevailed, Yi Xin's weapons were heavy and he could not retreat. For a moment, the two of them were in a stalemate.

At this time, Ha Fan led several Khitan soldiers to come.

Seeing the arrival of the national teacher, Yi Xin couldn't help but feel happy, but the moment he was distracted, his shoulder suddenly hurt and he was stabbed.

He groaned, suddenly lifted the weapon, and knocked Zhan Zhao's long sword. When he heard a clang, Zhan Zhao's long sword trembled rapidly, and a powerful force surged in, and Zhan Zhao couldn't help but take a few steps back.

But although Zhan Zhao retreated, he took the opportunity to lift the sword in his hand and cut a wound on Yi Xin's shoulder.

Yi Xin, who was originally trying to take the opportunity to step forward, was startled and jumped behind him and landed in front of Ha Fan.

The long sword in Zhan Zhao's hand trembled constantly, and his arms trembled, feeling like he could not grasp the sword. He was shocked and his palms quickly exerted force. But after all, he had been fighting for a while, and his true energy was consumed a lot. At this time, he resisted the opponent's strength head-on, and his body couldn't help but tremble. He knelt on one knee, leaned on the sword in one hand, and gasped quickly.

At this moment, Tai Sui arrived. Seeing the situation on the field, she didn't have time to think about it. She flashed and hurriedly stopped Zhan Zhao in front of him.

Ha Fan glanced at the two of them with his eyes, slowly walked forward with his hands in his arms, walked to Yi Xin and paused, looked at Tai Sui and Zhan Zhao, and said with a dark face: "What does the State of Song mean?"

Zhan Zhao raised his head, licked the corner of his mouth, and said coldly: "Zhan is a man from the martial arts world and has nothing to do with the court!"

"Is that right?" Ha Fan was stunned at first, then laughed wildly: "Okay! Then... I want to kill you, it has nothing to do with the Song Dynasty court!"

As he said that, Ha Fan raised his arm and Khitan soldiers rushed out around him, holding bows and arrows, pointing at Tai Sui and Zhan Zhao.

Zhan Zhao stood up hard and pushed Tai Sui away: "You go away, this is my own business!"

At this time, Yaoguang and Xuanxuanzi had also arrived.

"Disciple!"

"Tai Sui!"

The two exclaimed in unison and jumped in front of Tai Sui at the same time. At some point, Yaoguang had already added a demon-subduing pestle in his hand. He stood in front of Tai Sui, majestic, like a heroic general.

Yaoguang looked at the opposite side and shouted: "I see who dares to shoot arrows! This girl's big iron pestle won't forgive him!"

At this time, someone had already stepped forward to help Yi Xin bandage the wound. After hearing Yao Guang's words, he sneered on his face and pointed at everyone and ordered: "If you dare to break into my envoy, you will die in vain if you die! Shoot them to death! Shoot them all to death!"

But the Khitan soldiers did not shoot arrows immediately, but looked at the national teacher Ha Fan. Ha Fan glanced at Yi Xin coldly. Yi Xin was stunned at first, then sweated coldly on his forehead, and hurriedly bowed to accompany the crime, saying, "National Master, I have surpassed my subordinates!"

"Hmph!" Ha Fan snorted lightly, turned his head to look at Yao Guang and others, and slowly raised his arms.

"Squeak..." As he raised his arms, the archers pulled out their longbows and waited for him to wave his hand to order.

Tai Sui and others became nervous, their muscles tightened, and Yaoguang's eyes were gradually becoming bloodshot.

Everyone knew that although his martial arts were good, he did not have an advantage in the face of these archers. If the opponent fired arrows at once, he would probably be able to shoot himself and others to death in an instant.

"Master Havana, let's do it slowly!" At this moment, Dongming's urgent voice came.

Ha Fan tilted his head and looked out the door. He saw the Eight Kings, Dongming, and a team of Song troops, walked over.

Ha Fan narrowed his eyes and waved his hand gently to the back, signaling his subordinates not to act rashly for the time being. Then he sneered at the Eight King and said with a gloomy face: "Eight King, as a guest of your country, I would like to ask, what are you going to explain this scene now?"

The Eight Kings stepped in and stood there not far away. They frowned and looked at the scene, without rushing to speak.

At this time, Yi Xin pointed at Zhan Zhao and complained to Ha Fan in anger: "National Master, he killed many of us."

Ha Fan's face darkened and he looked at Zhan Zhao: "Break into my inn, kill my soldiers, and kill him!"

He ordered the archers raised their arrows again to aim at Zhan Zhao, and Tai Sui and Yao Guang hurriedly protected them.

"Hmph!" The Eight King snorted lightly, stepped forward calmly, and said in a deep voice in front of the archers: "I want to see, who dares to take action?"

Ha Fan took a step forward and his expression turned cold and harsh: "We Khitans can die, but we must die to understand that we have dignity! Every warrior dies, we must use the blood of the enemy to pour the tombstones, and use the bones of the enemy to build the coffin. If the prince wants to protect the murderer, no matter how noble your status is, even on your Song land, our Khitan men will never agree."

The Khitans behind Ha Fan were all excited and excited, and they all raised their weapons and yelled.

"Don't agree, don't agree, don't agree!"

The Eight Kings and other Song people all changed their colors, the imperial guards were alert and held their shields and raised their swords to face the Khitans.

The two sides confronted each other and the scene became quiet for a moment.

Dongmei and others frowned, and they all looked at the Eight Kings.
Chapter completed!