Lone's robe soaked up the blood and slapped heavily against his legs. The distance from the carp gate to the main gate was so long that Lone almost felt like he would never be able to run there.

Chang'an, the capital of two generations, the nobles gathered, the businessmen gathered, the ancient and modern east and west converged, and the Huanghuang Celestial Empire weather, and now it has finally come to an end.

It was Lone who ended Chang'an with his own hands.

"Pei Huan!" Lone shouted while slashing, "Pei Huan!"

The closer you get to the main entrance, the more difficult it is for the team to advance. Outside the Liyue Gate, there are mainly palace attendants and government soldiers, but the main gate is full of unknown soldiers. There are not many people, but the martial arts are extraordinary, and all of them are wearing silk clothes, with long belts tied to their foreheads, and they are dressed as dead soldiers. They saw that Lone's clothes were noble, and they gradually gathered around Lone, and the people on the left side of the sword brought out by Lone were like seven or eight-year-old children who could only be killed by the neck.

The lone head, face, neck, and body were covered with blood, and they didn't know whether it was their own or someone else's, and the group of dead soldiers in the clothes pressed forward in an orderly manner, gradually forming an encirclement trend, and slaughtering the people in the encirclement step by step. Lone tried several punches, but was blocked.

The Dead Men did not kill Lone, although it was easy for them to kill Lone. So, is it going to live? In Chang'an City, who wants to live alone? Is it really as Ji Fufeng said, is it really the Zhao family?

Don't...... Is it Zhao Gou?

He, he ......

"Pei Weizhong!" "Lonely voice hoarsely, "Your master is about to be captured alive!

"Boom-"

A round of ammunition hit Lone twenty paces away, and Lone lay down in the air flow that suddenly exploded, and quickly grabbed a corpse on the ground for cover. Dirt, masonry, stumps, and shredded flesh crackled like raindrops on the ground, splashing onto Lone's face. Lonely covered his legs and teeth scratched by flying tiles, and looked out through the bloodstains, the dead man in the clothes was fighting with people.

Pei Huan was covered in blood, his face was pale, and his movements in his hands were clean and neat, killing all directions with one enemy and ten, like a white yaksha. The clad dead men were at a standoff with him for a moment, and several of them turned to rummage through the wreckage for something.

They're looking for Lonely!

The dead body on Lone's body had been blasted to pieces by the blast current, almost reduced to minced flesh and bones, and the warm blood soaked Lone, quickly cooling down in the cold wind. Lone gritted his teeth, slammed open the corpse, and ran towards the main entrance of the East Palace.

To control the cannon is to control the battle!

The palace walls are high and deep, and the dark night is deep. I don't know which side is full of bowstrings, and the arrows are like Yama reaping human lives, and the near and far are dead, and they don't distinguish each other.

Among the remnants of the defeated soldiers brought by Pei Huan, they immediately followed Gu and fought with flesh and blood to clear a way for Gu. Lone led more than a dozen people to fight and walk like a sharp knife, trying to get close to the artillery, but the dead soldiers in the clothes quickly reacted, they immediately gave up Pei Huan, and all rushed in the direction of Lone.

Lone stepped on the bloody stump, fighting hard, seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the place where the cannon smoke was rising, but the distance between the two sides was too great, and the people around Lone fell one after another, and soon Lone's eyes were black and pressed clothes everywhere.

Lone could already see the artillery, the whole body was made of 800 pounds of brass, and it shimmered with a cold and brilliant light under the torches. With the great strength of the Great Zhou Dynasty, it was only possible to cast twelve such artillery, and each artillery piece was equivalent to 200,000 soldiers! Who was the one who attacked the East Palace tonight? Who had the ability to call in artillery from the armory? Who could drive those who knew how to use artillery?

Zhao Gou?

Father?

Who is it? Who is it? Who is Lone defeated?!

The brass cannon didn't know the roar in Gu's heart, and the barrel of the cannon that had just been fired was hot and red, and even the cold air in the air was dispelled a lot by it.

One step away, defeat here.

Lone understood that he was no longer able to return to the sky, and under the great sorrow and anger, he looked up to the sky and laughed: "Happy! Gamble on the hegemony of the country, and there is no fear of death! It's a pity that the heroes of later generations don't know me!"

Prince Zhao's nickname is Shen, but he didn't rebel with a real knife or a gun. What will be Prince Tian's nickname?

Lonely for several years, forbearance, and folded in the first voyage. The dead man in the clothes pressed up, dozens of swords threatened Gu, someone slammed Gu's wrist, and Gu was hurt and let go of the long sword, Pei Huan was besieged in the distance, and the soldiers who poured out of the East Palace were constantly slaughtered.

Rather than being captured alive and humiliated, it is better to kill yourself!

Thinking like this, Lone closed his eyes and slammed into the tip of the knife on his chest, but accidentally hit a cold and hard back.

"Your Highness, the grass people have promised you that they will help you ascend to the throne. If you do, who will the grass people help you to go?"

Lone was thrown on his back, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that it was the strong man beside Ji Fufeng.

Ji Fufeng stood with his sword in the wind, his clothes fluttering, as if he was a fairy, not at all like he was on the battlefield. He turned around and smiled at Gu: "Your Highness, rest assured." ”

The strong man roared angrily, his whole body trembled, and Lone was almost thrown down by him.

The dead soldiers around him seemed to recognize him, and he was frightened by the two people who suddenly rushed into the encirclement, and for a while it was like a great enemy. Ji Fufeng swept down with a sword, and even cut off more than a dozen blades of the dead soldiers in the clothes one after another, and even Gu was frightened at this time.

At that time, the lonely upstairs watched Ji Fufeng pushing people on the street, and he only knew how to do some three-legged cat kung fu. Why did it turn out that although this person had a long face, he had such advanced swordsmanship?

There have never been rumors of Fufeng Lang's extraordinary swordsmanship in Chang'an City, and I am afraid that even Zhao Gou does not know that Ji Fufeng is skilled in martial arts. If this is the case, this person is extremely unpredictable. What is his purpose?

Lying alone on the back of the strong man, he watched Ji Fufeng show his god-killing nature with cold eyes.

I have to say that his face is beautiful even if it is stained with blood.

The strong man was brave and brave, and in the face of the dead soldiers, he was like chopping melons and vegetables, and he quickly fought his way out, seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from the East Palace. It seems that Fang Cai is in Liyuemen, and these two people really have no intention of being alone as enemies.

"Wait, go back!" Lone shouted, "Pei Huan is still behind!"

The man did not obey Lone's command, and he turned a deaf ear to Lone's shouts. Lone pounded him on the back, trying to make him turn around, and when he punched down, he only felt that there was steel and iron bones underneath, and the man was not doing anything, but Lone was so shocked that his hand bones were about to crack.

"Ji Fufeng!" "Ji Fufeng!" turned to call Ji Xiang, who was surrounded by the dead soldiers, "Save Pei Huan!"

The black-clad dead soldiers came from nowhere, only to see more and more, and the more they fought, the more courageous they became. Ji Fufeng's single sword, in addition to the first moment just now, he couldn't help but fall into a one-to-many stalemate. And the strong man who was lonely blindly walked in the opposite direction of the East Palace, as if he didn't care about Ji Fufeng's life or death.

Suddenly, a scream broke out among the dead soldiers, and Ji Fufeng jumped above the crowd with his head tumbling down, like an immortal stepping on a swallow. His sword was like mist and lightning, stabbing in the air again and again, and the dead man in the cloth didn't even have time to raise his sword to resist, and his chest was cut open alive.

For a while, the hot and bloody internal organs flowed all over the ground, and Ji Fufeng leaned at the palace wall, and his body was weird, and he went to the rear. This series of movements is like a dance, strong and ethereal, and breathtaking. He even had time to answer alone: "Pei Huan is fine, Your Highness is not worried!" A few ups and downs went to the place where Pei Huan was, obviously to rescue.

And the big man didn't love to fight, and in a blink of an eye, he quickly got rid of the locust-like dead soldier and fled all the way away.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves in front of them came to the ground, the palace gate was wide open, and another group of soldiers appeared in front of them! Their military appearance was neat, there were many of them, the blades in their hands were unified, and their armor flashed with cold light.

Chang'an defenders!

Ji Fufeng said that Ji Xiang led 5,000 imperial guards and 10,000 Chang'an defenders to fight thirty miles outside Chang'an, so there were 10,000 defenders who came to the East Palace! Uncle was so bold that he actually divided his troops at this juncture!

No wonder even Ji Fufeng didn't know the truth in the East Palace, he had the government soldiers in his hands and the emperor's instructions, but he didn't dare to break into the East Palace. It is no wonder that the dead soldiers in the clothes would rather be attacked by fire than directly enter the East Palace to find out.

They all thought that these 10,000 Chang'an defenders were lurking in the East Palace!

It's just that the defenders of Chang'an came at this time, are they enemies or friends? Since my uncle has concealed it like this, does he still need the prince Gu?

Seeing the events in front of him, the big man paused his steps and swept to the side and back with Lone, looking like he wanted to take Lone directly over the palace wall.

"Stop!" "Pull the big man's ears in a hurry, "If I escape, Ji Xiang will definitely die!"

As soon as the big man stopped, he didn't know if it was painful or listened to Gu's words, he stood in front of the East Palace and hesitated, followed by the dead soldiers in the clothes to pursue, and there was a large army in front of the city to suppress the city, almost a desperate situation. Seeing that he really protected the master, he made persistent efforts and said: "Turn around and go to the brass artillery!

The big man was simple-minded, and when he heard this, he turned around and killed in the other direction. Artillery can kill dozens of people with one hit, and in the case that the defenders of Chang'an do not know whether they are friends or enemies, since there is artillery on the scene, at least the artillery must not fall into the hands of the enemy!

At this time, the dead soldiers obviously heard Gu's words, but they did not seem to have any command in the rear, and did not make any changes in deployment, only a group of people in the vicinity saw the big man killing the artillery, and rushed up to fill the gap, trying to stop the big man.

The man was so vigorous and powerful, bulky but light in his steps, and he tossed and turned, and soon rushed to the vicinity of the artillery. But the dead man in the clothes didn't care about his life, and desperately hugged the waist and leg of the big man.

Lonely was anxious in his heart, and suddenly heard someone shouting from the direction of the defenders of Chang'an: "The traitor Zhao clan dared to attack the East Palace in a vain attempt to kill the prince! Fortunately, the King of Qi was like a god, and he first closed the East Palace, and then ordered me to wait for help!"

"All the soldiers obey the order! Annihilate all the traitors outside the palace, and leave no one alive!"

"Bastard!" Lone roared angrily, "This palace is here, it's too late for you to save the car!" But the soldiers were in chaos, and Lone's voice couldn't reach the defenders of Chang'an at all.

The crossbowmen in the front were already in place, and they were about to shoot and kill the two teams fighting in front of the gate of the East Palace, regardless of dignity and inferiority. The crossbowmen of the Chang'an defenders account for one-tenth, and they have an absolute advantage, and when ten thousand arrows are fired, everyone in front of the palace gate will surely die.

"Grab the artillery!" Lone shouted in the strong man's ear, "Quick!"

The strong man was surrounded by a group, and when he heard the words, he roared, and his whole body was stimulated, and he actually shook the dead man in his clothes, and for a while the swords rang out in unison, and the sharp sound pierced his ears.

Seeing the opportunity, Lone jumped off the man's back, grabbed the ammunition on the ground and began to load the artillery. There was fire everywhere, the ammunition was hot, it could explode at any time, the barrel of the cannon was even red, and when he turned his head, his hands were burned to the point of scorching flesh, and he was moving in pain, but he could hear a scream in the air.

Long arrows rained down and flew towards the East Palace.