Sword swinging rivers and lakes!
In May of the forty-third year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, it was still early, and it was obviously the time when the fatigue was sprinting the nerves, but the Ciqing Palace where the crown prince lived at this moment was overcrowded, and the killing machines were everywhere, which made people shudder.
Hundreds of large internal brocade clothes and guards all gathered in Ciqing Palace, surrounding Ciqing Palace, and among this crowd, there was a man who was particularly eye-catching.
It's not because he wears his messy hair and wears ...... The shabby black robe looked out of place with the brocade guard, but the man was holding only a wooden stick in his hand!
All the things in the hands of Ouchi Jinyi Wei are good swords and swords, but now they are all defeated in the hands of this ordinary wooden stick.
And this person even dared to break into the palace alone with this wooden stick, all the way from the Donghua Gate of the Great Inner to the Ciqing Palace.
Standing proudly and straight, the wooden stick swept down, the eyes as sharp as death, staring at the gate of Ciqing Palace...... [Expand] [Close]
