Hanzhang Palace.

The palace was already in a mess, with imperial thrones, imperial desks, screens, bookshelfs and other vessels broken or cracked, and almost none of them were intact. The walls of the palace were covered with cracks of different sizes and scratches of swords fighting each other, as if some huge monster was tearing wildly.

There were more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground, either broken bones and limp as mud, or blood and flesh were turned out, which was terrible. For many years, the Grand Master has been high in the clouds, only looking up and not blasphemy. The Little Master has represented the highest personal force that can be achieved in the secular world. For this reason, if you are not sure of being able to kill, in order to avoid losing both sides, and to take advantage of the third party, the Little Master rarely confronts, let alone fall into a situation of never ending. For example, Lu Tai was ordered to intercept Xu You, and was injured in a fight with Zuo Tsu, and immediately flees away without any nostalgia for the results.

But tonight, in order to compete for the ownership of imperial power, even the Grand Master could not survive alone. These young masters who were their own masters naturally could not take a step back. They could only show their knowledge, not seek survival, but only seek victory!

Force must serve power in the end!

The only one remaining master who was loyal to the emperor was named Tan Yao, who was tall and heroic. There were Bai Changjue, Fan Changyi and Wei Chang'an on the side of the prince, and the battle was extremely tragic. Wei Chang'an fell to the ground and broke his hands and feet. Although he was still alive, he completely lost his combat power and was unconscious. Fan Changyi was slightly better than him, but he was also seriously injured. He was hit by his opponent with his left shoulder. If Wei Chang'an had not tried his best to save him, he would have cut off his entire arm.

Bai Changjue is the peak of the second grade. He stood at the top of the food chain and was not injured from the outside. However, after facing Lin Shuanghu, he was not at a loss. He was seriously injured inside. Otherwise, he would have six young masters to help him, so the enemy would not have been completely solved by this time.

When his cultivation reached his level, the comparison of force was no longer a simple superposition of numbers, and the role played in the melee was even greater than the siege of ten little masters. Therefore, under his intentional or unintentional rhythm control, the three little masters under the prince also died one after another after defeating six opponents. As for the master of the Tianshi Daolutang, who died in a desperate battle, it was not his intentional destruction.

Tan Yao used two guns, five feet long, the spear head was like wheat ears, and the gold tip was made with wood as the handle. He had reached the state where the heart could forget his hands and the hand could forget his gun. It was unpredictable and the deification was infinite. His third-grade peak was half of his cultivation.

Facing Bai Changjue and Fan Changyi alone, Tan Yao was not afraid. He was born in a humble background and became a little master by chance. Later, he was summoned to the palace and became one of the sixteen hidden guards. Lin Shuanghu spent countless material and financial resources on him, and only then did he send him to the third-grade peak in twenty years and become the leader of the hidden guards.

If you are grateful, what’s the regret of death?

Only by dragging Bai Changjue to Hanzhang Hall, the chance of the emperor escaping from heaven was even higher. At this moment, Tan Yao stabbed his two spears at Chang'an. The cold stars dotted and the silver lights were like a brilliant hand of pyramids. In this hall, he drew a deadly night curtain wrapped around the world.

Attack the enemy and rescue you!

Fan Changyi snorted coldly, leaned over and stopped Wei Chang'an, cut across the long sword to break through the night, and accurately found the weakness between Tan Yao's two guns.

Dong!

The metal and stone attacked, but the sound of a wooden hammer hitting the skin drum. Thirteen consecutive strokes, Fan Changyi touched the wound, and the true energy was unsustainable. The inner breathing back and forth was broken for one thousandth of a second, but Tan Yao found the opportunity, used the word "Zangzi Zhi" to swing the long knife, rubbed his body and rushed forward, and the tip of the gun rushed straight to his throat.

As fast as thunder, moving forward!

"Bai Changjue! You haven't taken action yet?"

Fan Changyi shouted sadly, and had no time to raise the long sword. He took the shot, and his body flew backwards and hit the thick hall pillars. He had no idea how many bones in his body had broken. He spitted blood in big mouthfuls and almost died on the spot.

Almost at the same time as the sword and gun touched, Bai Changjue appeared behind Tan Yao. With the place where he stood as the center, suddenly the wind howled, rolling up countless broken wood ruins, forming a unique second-grade field, locking Tan Yao firmly, and pointing like a knife, pointing to the point behind his head slowly.

Tan Yao's face showed a painful look, and his whole body seemed to be tied up by countless iron chains. Not to mention turning around, his neck was stiff and clumsy, and he couldn't even turn around. Seeing that he was about to succeed, he suddenly burst into laughter. He seemed to have tried his best to defeat Fan Changyi with one shot, but in fact he took back 70% of his true energy at that moment, and was trying to lure Bai Changjue to take action.

However, I thought that Fan Changyi's strength would force him back several feet at most, but I didn't expect that he was so seriously injured before that he could not even catch the three successful forces, and almost died.

Amid the laughter, the two guns were combined into one, and You suddenly appeared at the left waist eye. The tip of the gun trembled slightly, and hissed and roared, like a dragon's roar, or like an eagle's roar, full of determination to die together.

Others cannot move, but their gunshot skills have reached the level of enlightenment. They use such a fierce and fierce attack just by relying on the trembling of their muscles, which is amazing.

Being trapped!

Bai Changjue's hands slashed down with lightning, crackling, and the century-old Tuomu from Yanzhou broke into two pieces, but the gun head was not frustrated and it scattered into his stomach.

The realm disappears!

The gun body was split into two again. Tan Yao regained his ability to move, grabbed the second half of the short gun, threw away all the fancy moves, and stabbed Bai Changjue's heart with another shot. Bai Changjue turned slightly, and the spearhead pierced three inches into his shoulder, clamped by the bones, and the true energy flowed out. The two began to compete for internal strength, without any possibility of compromise.

Within a few breaths, Tan Yao's face turned red and white, his eyes raised, as if they were about to burst, and he looked very terrifying. Bai Changjue was not feeling well, his face was full of green energy, his facial features were distorted, and he looked like a ghost.

At this time, there was a movement next to him. Fan Changyi stood up staggeringly. Seeing the situation in front of him, he picked up the long knife with difficulty and moved closer step by step.

Blade lightning!

Tan Yao was completely disappointed. He finally pulled Bai Changjue into a dead end with death. But man's calculations were not as good as God's calculations. Who knew that Fan Changyi, who seemed to be no longer threatening, still had the power to fight.

Lord, I will repay you with kindness and kindness in the next life!

With his determination to die, he has no reservations anymore. Tan Yao will hurt Bai Changjue hard at the cost of his life in the moment when he grows his sword and his neck, and at least he will lose the ability to participate in the pursuit of the emperor.

At the peak of the second grade, he has the powerful combat power to control the situation, so he must not leave Hanzhang Palace safely!

Abnormal mutations occur!

Fan Changyi's eyes were cold, but the sword was aimed at, but she was not a mortal enemy Tan Yao, but Bai Changjue, who was a fellow disciple and fought side by side.

A smile seemed to appear on Bai Changjue's face, which disappeared in front of Tan Yao's eyes. When he appeared again, he came behind Fan Changyi, and his left hand was lightly printed on his back heart. Fan Changyi staggered forward and was hit in the chest by Tan Yao's entire qi burning out of his dantian.

Just like a Taoist soldier, Fan Changyi was shattered in shattering, and his flesh and blood were mixed with all over the hall. Tan Yao had finished his oil and was sitting depressedly, looking at Bai Changjue, and said, "It's so scheming. Tianshi said... from now on... cough, cough, take the lord as the respect..."

The sword light flashed again, and Tan Yao's head flew up.

Taicheng, in front of Xianyang Hall.

With heavy rewards, everyone is not afraid of death. They know that at the last moment, they have made merits and received rewards. At that time, the sword scatter is so brave that it forms a sword formation in a fan shape, protecting the emperor behind it. Five hundred people are in the same spirit, and they are like a hard shell turtle when defending, and they can't shake it for half a step. Then they suddenly open the shield and swing the sword. The sword with its characteristic sword is extremely sharp. Every time they swing it out, it will take a life. It can be said that it is invincible and fierce.

However, there were thousands of archers led by General Accumulative Shooting in the Crown Army. After several waves of infantry attacks, they immediately scattered into three rows of soldiers, with short bows slashing, covering the clouds and sun, and then tearing the shield formation apart, and then hiding them like a tide of infantry. In this way, the sword-killing scatters persisted for half an hour before they fought to death. No one surrendered, no one retreated, and they were all heroic.

The prince's side suffered more than 2,000 casualties. The four-to-one battle ratio, the broken limbs and a sea of ​​blood on the ground were shocking. An Zidao pushed away the two sword scammers who were lying on his body and blocked the arrows for him. Looking at the proud prince, he said lightly: "Who will take my life?"

The prince stopped his horse and was afraid. He glanced at everyone. Cao Shu, Yin Su, Chen Shu, Ren Jian and others all promised not to look at each other, let alone the troops who were not afraid of death just now. An Zidao was in power for many years and was authoritarian. He did not lose a little because he became a prisoner. This is the spirit of an emperor and is very shocking!

Seeing his subordinates so unbearable, the prince was furious and turned to look at King Hengyang, threw the sword hanging on the ground, and said, "Didn't you say you want to kill him? I'll give you a chance, go!"

The King of Hengyang was trembling with his hands and feet, and his clothes were sweating heavily. How dare he respond? But the prince issued an order. If he did not enforce it, he would probably be blamed in front of so many people... Although he was accomplice with the prince, he knew his mind and temperament well. When he was not interested, the handsome young man who had been following him slowly stepped out, bowed and picked up the prince's sword, and said, "Your Highness, don't be dirty with his hands. I will kill this tyrannical king and avenge the suffering people in the world!"

The King of Hengyang was overjoyed and said, "Okay, Shoubai, if you accomplish this great event, the prince and I will definitely be rewarded!"

Zuoqiu Shoubai, the book boy Qimo, begged Yuan Qingqi to make an arrangement, entered the Hengyang Palace and changed his name to Zuoqiu Shoubai. He became the prince and plaything of the Hengyang King. He has been praising his trust and favor for many years, and finally won his trust and favor, and became a trustworthy confidant around him.

During this Taicheng Incident, Qi Mo wore armor to fight, following the King of Hengyang in the name of protection. How could he hesitate, draw out his sword and walk towards Anzi Road?

He walked for more than fifty steps away for more than twenty years!

The crying sounds in the deep house, the family in the fire, the humbleness of my mother kneeling on the ground and crying, and the look back before my father was taken away. He is still young and can't remember these, but the scenes described by my sister seem to be vivid in my mind.

The culprit is the emperor who does everything he wants!

The tip of the knife stabbed into the heart, and the pleasure of revenge made Qi Mo's eyes become a little weird, attached to his ears, and whispered: "Lu Xizhong, do you still remember it?"

He didn't feel much pain. An Zidao seemed to remember in a trance that many years ago, in order to attack his third brother, An Ziqi, he used the excuse of An Ziqi's affair with demons and witchcraft to rebel, demoted him to a commoner and sent him to a commoner and sent him to a bitter and cold place in Ningzhou. This case was very involved, and An Ziqi's wings were almost swept away. Guanglu doctor Li Lan, General Han Wei, General of the East, and Liangzhou Governor Pan Yunzhi, Oh, there seems to be a named Lu Xizhong, who is the inner historian of the King of Pengcheng...

The way of heaven has been repeated. He once used witchcraft to slap his brother, and today the prince was killed by his father with witchcraft. A hundred years later, he didn't know what the history books would say?

Qi Mo drew his sword and couldn't sit on the ground.

The prince stepped forward carefully and touched An Zidao's body with a horse whip. Seeing that he fell to the ground, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He walked up the steps with his father Shangre's blood, turned around and stood still.

The King of Hengyang was the first to react, turned over and dismounted, shouting long live. Xiao Xunqi's eyes were burning, his lips were smiling, and he knelt down, and then countless people bent their knees like waves. The sound of long live rushed to the sky.

The wind suddenly rises, and a few people are proud, and a few people are frustrated,
Chapter completed!