At this moment, 1,800 Tang Xuanqi entered the border of Qingguo.

Tang King Li Zhaoyi sat in a simple carriage that could be called shabby, holding a book under the dim candlelight and looking carefully, the warm fragrance of the incense burner under his feet was refreshing, making his face more and more obscure, he occasionally licked his fingers and turned the pages, muttering to himself.

It wasn't until the curtain of the car was lifted that a young man with a similar appearance to him came in and asked with a smile: "Father, I always get tired of reading books in the carriage, or come out and ride a horse, and I need to exercise more to live a hundred years." ”

Tang Wang smiled and said: "If your father is a hundred years old, your brother will not be annoyed to death, and every time my father reasoned with him, he couldn't wait to close his ears." ”

When the prince Li Pei heard this, his scalp tingled and said: "My son will not be as small as my eldest brother, I can't hope that my father can accompany us for the rest of my life, hey, father, do you think I really want to marry that Qingguo princess, when I was a child, I heard that the people of the Zhao royal family eat people like dragons, will she eat me?"

Tang Wang said: "Eating people is a trivial matter, I'm afraid that they want to eat more than just people, do you think you really have the ability to tame that female dragon? besides, my father doesn't want you to be the master of Daqing, this place in Luoyang City is a dragon's lair, and living people will be eaten at any time when they enter the dragon's lair." ”

Li Pei said: "I will be careful, but I don't know what they are calling my father to go to Sunset City for?"

"You don't have to worry about this matter, my father has his own way to deal with them, hurry up and read to my father, my eyes are a little tired after reading for too long. ”

"Okay, I'll read to you. ”

Inside the carriage, the sound of books is abounding.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes and rested his hands on the black sword at his waist, and when he was unsheathed for half a minute, he was stunned to feel the amazing sword qi that appeared in the carriage, and then he opened his eyes and looked outside the carriage.

"Sunset City, ......"

"After Zhao Huailong, the old dragon died, his descendants may not necessarily be real dragons, otherwise they would not need the help of our old guys, and they would be able to solve the threat of the Yinguo people by themselves. ”

"Zhu Gaotao of Zhejiang and Han should listen to them more, and the lioness who left the court can't say for sure, this time there should be a bloody storm in the sunset. ”

"Do you want the Tang Xuanqi in the hands of this king? This time, I don't want your Zhao family to be proud. ”

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Guns and halberds are like a forest, and Zhu Gaotao, the king of Zhejiang and Han Dynasty, galloped north with a thousand Kui Xiong Iron Horse, and the cloak of the Kui Xiong Iron Horse fluttered and flew.

In one of the largest carriages, Zhu Gaotao, the king of the Zhejiang Han Dynasty, and Zhu Zhai, the prince of the Zhejiang and Han dynasties, sat on it.

The man, who was as fat as a pig, was shrouded in a pitch-black iron armor, and he lowered his head and stroked the wide knife on his knee, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

The king of Zhejiang and Han weighed nearly three hundred

Jin, because he is tall and does not look cumbersome after putting on armor, when he stands up, it is more like a steel mountain, the man caresses the blade of the knife with one hand, and a string of prayer beads hangs on the hilt.

The two glamorous maidservants leaned on his side left and right, looking at the bloated face of the King of Zhejiang and Han, smiling non-stop, and from time to time throwing their eyes to Zhu Zhai, the prince who was sitting opposite the King of Zhejiang and Han, and inadvertently his eyes flowed.

Zhu Zhai's appearance is unusually handsome, he is a famous beautiful man in Zhejiang and Han Dynasty, his strong chest muscles are slightly exposed under the plain white robe, and his majestic and heroic strength is not as bloated as a pig of the King of Zhejiang and Han Dynasty, his eyes are as bright as a mirror, and the giant knife tied with red rope rune paper is placed aside, and the blade is as long as a bright moon.

Zhu Zhai looked at the wisps of cigarettes rising in front of him, and played with his palms from time to time, as if he was not tired of being happy, and turned a blind eye to the charming eyes thrown by the maidservant.

Zhu Gao's gluttonous son inherited his father's business and became the queen of the Zhejiang and Han dynasties, built many gorgeous palaces, and even opened up a jade pond filled with fine wine in the palace, so that the best maids chased each other in the wine pool, and invited the courtiers to take a boat in this meat forest wine pool, and the three thousand ** beauties soaked in the wine pool, singing and dancing, and absurdity.

Compared with his father, the lustful gluttony of the King of Zhejiang and Han, the prince Zhu Zhai seems to be more pure-hearted and has few desires, loves to read romance and likes to practice knives, but he has no desires and no desires to the point where he is not like a young man.

He led the Kuihu Iron Cavalry to conquer the Liukou in Zhejiang and Han many times, and went straight to break the enemy's Koukou after cutting off all their heads and putting them on the horse bag, on the way back to the city of cavalry, he hung ten heads on the trees on the side of the road every time he advanced a mile, and treated the enemy cruelly to the point that it was terrifying, and the people of Zhejiang and Han admired the deeds of the prince to kill the Liukou, and also deeply felt his cruelty and terrible.

The father and son form a strong and stark contrast, one likes beauty and loves wine, and the other loves murder and loves tea.

The King of Zhehan looked up at his son's face and said lazily: "I heard your mother say, the sword master in Shuntian and Pingyang Sword Mansion tried a few times before, what was the result?"

Zhu Zhai said: "Back to his father's words, although the people of Shuntian are wearing the sword skills of the difficulty, but in the eyes of the son, this difficulty may not even be able to catch the father's knife, and the son did not have the opportunity to use that trick at that time, otherwise he would have died a long time ago." ”

The king of Zhejiang Han patted the slender thighs of the maidservant, and said with emotion while kneading: "You are patting your old man's ass, although the difficult knife skills are powerful, but the city of Luoyang is full of talents, this time my father took you to Luoyang Mianjun, in addition to the emperor's order, I want you to come out to see, the frog at the bottom of the well sits in the well and watches the sky, and the people outside the well want to eat it, even if we are willing to sit in the well and watch the sky, but this world is destined to have a battle in troubled times, and no one can be alone." ”

Zhu Zhai said in a deep voice: "We are not frogs at the bottom of the well, we are tigers in the painting, and we can eat people outside the painting at any time." ”

After hearing this, the king of Zhejiang Han laughed and said: "What a tiger in the painting, in case of the emperor."

If you want us to send troops to the king of Qin, we are determined to fight to the end with the countries of the Northern Regions, how many princes and kings are willing to send troops at that time? Not to mention our Zhejiang and Han Dynasty, even the Tang State is unwilling to send troops to help, let alone leave the court, Murong Shanyu became a widow because of the Zhao family's gang, and I can't wait to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight and watch the Yinguo Iron Horse rush in, that is, Yang Yu and Zheng Mian, the two nerds, may listen to the emperor's words, the troops of the Daqing Dragoon in the First Battle of Concubine Guan were completely wiped out by the people of Yinguo, Zhao Wentian, this kid is desperate to ask us for help, but it is really a house leak that rains overnight. ”

Zhu Zhai looked at his father's eyes, not knowing what to say.

The King of Zhehan let out a slug laugh and sneered: "The emperor's position takes turns, and today it is our turn in our village, I forgot which person in the house said this sentence, and now I think about it, it's quite interesting." There are not many days left for the Zhao family to on our heads, if one of Murong Shanyu and Li Zhaoyi dares to take the lead in rebelling, then I will also rebel. ”

Zhu Zhai glanced at the incense burner that was about to be extinguished, and said softly: "Father, be careful of catching a cold." ”

A maid willingly put the brocade robe on the body of the king of Zhejiang and Han, and the man shook his head and said, "What is this cold, it will be even colder in the future." ”

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Compared with the thousands of horsemen accompanying the King of Zhejiang and Han and the King of Tang, Murong Shanyu's cavalry looked much shabby, with only a few 200 people, but she was the only woman among the princes and kings who faced the king.

The Empress of the Leaving Court did not hide in the carriage to avoid the cold, but rode alone in the cavalry, carrying a pot of rice wine that had already been cooled, and holding an eighty-two-pound green steel tow knife in the other hand, singing a tragic and heroic funeral song in her mouth, showing her heroic spirit.

Murong Shanyu's figure is tall and sturdy, unlike ordinary women, wheat-colored healthy skin is exposed under the red armor, long arms are as strong and heroic as apes, and the woman's heroic face gives people an indescribable absurdity.

She sang a funeral song, and the song came from her mouth as if only those peasants who could not speak could sing such a song, but the soldiers accompanying her were silent under this song, and no one dared to let out a trace of laughter, because the souls of the soldiers who had died in battle for thousands of years were sung in this song.

When the samurai wielded their swords and cut off the heads of their enemies, they did not care about their own life or death, and always sang this hymn while stepping on the corpses of their comrades and enemies, always singing and slashing all the way, stepping on thousands of mountains and rivers and not looking back until the moment of victory in the battle.

After the Empress finished singing, she raised her head and drank a sip of cold rice wine, allowing the wine to flow from the corner of her mouth.

Behind her, the red flag swept and hunted and flew, and on each red flag appeared the roaring black lion of the Murong clan leaving the court, if it was in the eyes of ordinary women, a woman made such a heroic and unrestrained move, it was an unthinkable behavior on them.

In hers

Behind her, a young woman with the same appearance as her, dressed in the same red leather armor as her, rode a charcoal-red steed, and followed her.

Murong Nuanyu, the lord of Liting, is the biological daughter of the Empress of Liting.

Murong Nuanyu's green silk like a waterfall was sprinkled behind him, his delicate face showed the texture of jade in the cold wind, heroic and gorgeous, and the red leather armor on his body could not hide the extremely slender and bewitching curves, and the thrilling richness held the cuirass high, this alone was enough to attract the attention of the soldiers around, but no one's eyes dared to aim at the county lord's body, and the same as the Empress of the Court, the world girl also held a cold and moon-like drag knife in her hand.

This time she went to the sunset face king, she didn't bring the well-deserved prince of the knife from the court, Gongsun Zhan, but just brought this baby daughter who was wearing red leather armor like her, in the final analysis, it was still the will of Emperor Qing, this time the princes and kings of the face monarch need to bring their own children, at least one of them.

"Daughter, if you go to Luoyang this time to kidnap a shrewd and capable son-in-law back to the court, it will be worth the trip. After singing the song, the empress of the court suddenly felt refreshed, and couldn't help but joke with her daughter.

Murong Nuanyu said helplessly: "Mother, we went to Sunset this time to see the emperor. ”

The Empress of the Leaving Court restrained her smile and said seriously: "It doesn't matter if you see the emperor or not, don't let him fall in love with you, you have to resist not seeing him and kill him, at least not for now." ”

"Dad died at their hands, mother, you told me that since I was a child. ”

The detached empress, who had never claimed to be a widow in front of her daughter, laughed at herself: " Yes, so we have to endure this time, after all, it is on their territory, your father insisted on rebelling back then, but it was thankless, that is, he lost his life and ruined his reputation, leaving such a big mess for us, so that our mother and daughter are even more sinful, anyway, we have endured it for almost twenty years, we might as well endure it for a while, we can come to Luoyang this time, and we have to thank the prince of Yinguo called Chu Xianzhao, if it weren't for him to let the dragoons suffer a big defeat at the Concubine Pass, so that the people of the Zhao family were on the verge of catastrophe, we may not be able to take Luoyang in this life, and you don't know what the person who killed your father looks like until you die...... Big Yin Dragon Sparrow, a good Big Yin Dragon Sparrow, swallowing the dragon and eating it, plus that Iron Emperor Chu Xiaohua, they may really have the ability to subvert the Daqing Dragon Rider. ”

The Empress of the Court then laughed loudly: "Such a person is worthy of my daughter." ”

Murong Nuanyu, who didn't like to smile in the past, turned slightly red, and he didn't know if he was frozen.

The Empress of the Court shook the remnants of the wine in the wine jug, and laughed softly: "Your father longed for those people of the Zhao family to die early and live many years ago, so as not to point fingers at us, if your father can be a little more forbearant and not reveal any point, if your Zhao family forces us to leave the court, it will be a big deal, and the end will not be so miserable." And I've heard him say a long time ago about the Yinguo Iron Riding Armor

This sentence in the world, your father was very disdainful of this sentence at the time, and he was not afraid to laugh at it if he was so exaggerated, if he was still alive now, he must have been convinced. ”

Murong Nuanyu nodded, her crystal jade eyes flashed with a resolute light, and said, "My daughter is not afraid of the Daqing dragon ride, nor is she afraid of the Yinguo iron ride!"

The Empress of the Leaving Court suddenly twisted the horse's hooves and smiled at her daughter: "Well said, you must know that the reason why my mother took you to Luoyang this time is that in addition to wanting to help you find a son-in-law, the most important thing is that I want you to see them." ”

"You must know that we are not going to see the emperor this time, but our enemy!"

Murong Nuanyu clearly saw that when her mother said this, there was a rare trace of emptiness in the eyes of this detached empress whose eyes were always more resolute than that of men, as well as hideousness and pain.

With the character of the Empress of the Court, of course, she will not forget that her husband died so tragically under the dragon flame, and she will not forget those who have hurt their family.

She took her daughter to Luoyang* this time not to kneel for the emperor at all, but to come and see their enemies.

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Yang Yu, the king of the Eastern Sui Dynasty, led 3,000 unicorns to ride north, and was the one who led the most troops to Luoyang among the six princes.

Even so, he still lifted the curtain from time to time to look out the window, worried, for fear of the rogue horse thieves he encountered on the road or something.

The procession to Sunset was passing through a valley filled with death, and in the valley there were piles of bones, as if a cold voice was coming from afar.

The king of the Eastern Sui lowered the curtain and leaned on the carriage, and twisted the Buddha beads in his hand with an unusually reverent face, until the yin wind blew and lifted the curtain.

The eldest son, Yang Tao, escorted his father's carriage, and led the cavalry through the canyon with a solemn expression, dressed exactly like an ordinary cavalryman.

Compared with his father, who was timid in the eyes of the minister, Yang Tao was not afraid of this journey to Luoyang, and looked in the direction of Luoyang City with slightly sunken eyes.

"I heard the master say that there are masters in Luoyang, there must be many people who are stronger than me in swordsmanship, and it shouldn't be too boring after I go. ”

The red sword behind his back trembled slightly, emitting a sonorous sword qi like gold and iron, as if he couldn't wait to bathe in blood.

He once used this sword to break the enemy with one sword and level the mountain gate of the Eastern Sui Demon Sect, and since then he has never produced a sword and cannot produce a sword.

"I need someone who can really push me to the death, and only then can I break through to the top of the kendo bottle. ”

After a few moments, he withdrew his gaze and forcefully pressed the half-unsheathed red sword back into its scabbard, as if to re-lock a dragon that was about to break through the cage.

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There was no cavalry in the ranks of Zheng Mian, the king of the Southern Buddha, and he was held on a lotus sedan chair by the Buddhists of the Bodhidharma Holy Order, and the lotus leaves at the base of the sedan chair were engraved with obscure golden characters of Buddhist scriptures, exuding wisps of golden light.

A breeze blew the curtain of the car, revealing a delicate and pale young face, the king of the Buddha was dressed in a royal robe and embroidered trousers, and a crown made of gold and precious stones, with a compassionate brow of brows, wisps of purple air rising from his body, and a swastika engraved on his forehead.

The King of the Southern Buddha sat cross-legged, and the sound of Buddha in his mouth was endless.

Sit on the ground to become a Buddha, and stand on the ground to become a Buddha

There are three dynasties in the world, and the only dynasty that can achieve Buddhism in the whole country is Southern Buddha.

There is no army in the Southern Buddha Country, only the Dharma Holy Order that maintains the order of the country, and no one has dared to invade this holy country of Buddhism for thousands of years.

The children of the Holy Order were dressed in white, shaved off the top of their heads, but they did not burn scars, and they held sin sticks to punish sinners, and walked barefoot on the road of thousands of miles on earth.

In the white-clothed bushes, a black-clothed monk appeared very suddenly, with his hands folded and the Buddha chanting in his mouth.

The black-clothed monk recited the Diamond Sutra word by word, and every step he took was extremely reverent.

More and more passers-by faced this team that went to the sunset, kneeling reverently, densely packed, and it had already exceeded 10,000.

After the black monk finished reciting the Diamond Sutra, he said softly, "Amitabha." ”

King Nanfo also saluted: "Amitabha." ”

Except for the sound of the Buddha's voice, it seemed that the whole passage began to fall silent, and the devout believers could not help but hold their breath.

It wasn't until the team slowly moved away that they dared to get up and salute back, relieved.

What they are afraid of is not the king of the Southern Buddha, who claims to have thousands of Buddhas, but the black-clothed monk Yao Guangling under the sedan chair of the king of the Southern Buddha.

Fifteen years ago, when Feng Chengqing, the sword hero of the Eastern Sui Dynasty, who was known as a sword breaking ten thousand laws, traveled to the Southern Buddha, he specially went to Jinchan Temple to challenge Yao Guangling, who was known as King Kong immortal and known as the Black Lotus monk.

According to the records of the do-gooders, Feng Chengqing's sword qi almost leveled several pagodas outside the Golden Cicada Temple, and he was stunned that he failed to hurt a single hair of the black-clothed monk, and his strength was invincible.

Yao Guangling faced Feng Chengqing's fierce sword qi, just folded his hands, sat cross-legged, and recited the Diamond Sutra, Rao is so that he could not get close to the sword.

After all, the sword qi of Feng Chengqing could not overwhelm the Buddha qi on the body of the Black Lotus monk, and finally the sword broke in front of the Golden Cicada Temple and died.

There is only Yao Guangling in the world who is immortal King Kong.

The Buddha's energy lasts forever.

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The Southern Continent countries have the least number of monarchs, and Zhou Li, the king of Dayue, who is laughed at by the princes and kings as the Southern Barbarians, rode alone at this time.

Zhou Li, the king of Dayue, who occupies the land of the Southern Barbarian Poisonous Camph, has long been bare on his head, and a long-tailed poisonous scorpion is tattooed on the top of his head.

Zhou Li rode a thin horse, moving slowly, and seemed to be unafraid of delaying the time of the face king.

Behind him, a horse was ridden

Zhou Xian, the son of the world, who was as shabby as his father, held a long rope in his hand, and the hair of a human head was tied behind the rope, dragging all the way on the road, most of his face was blurred with flesh and blood.

These heads were all horse thieves who attacked their father and son on the road, and after being killed by the prince Zhou Xian with poison, he suddenly cut off their heads together to form this long line of heads, and Zhou Li was too lazy to care about his son's childish behavior.

As the father and son marched along, the prince held this shocking long line in his hand, which seemed to be connected to the end of the horizon.

If there were still horse thieves who wanted to rob their father and son of their horses and money before the sunset, Zhou Xian could let this rope go down all the way, replace those bloody heads, and connect them with new heads.

Zhou Xian's bloodless face, coupled with the endless long line of human heads in his hand, made people shudder.

In a place where the father and son could not see, there was still a team of 100 people escorting them.

The Gu worm poison carried by this team can quietly poison the people of a city.

Dayue Witch Gu Poison Warriors.

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At this moment, there was a girl in white holding a sword in both hands, facing the surging sword bandits, gently spitting out the dirty blood that had been in her mouth, and behind her was the abyss.

Even in the face of a desperate situation, the girl is still heroic and moving, and her eyebrows are like distant mountains.

Just as her parents walked the rivers and lakes hand in hand, they were always besieged by swordsmen who were not long-sighted, trying to snatch the sword in their hands.

But she was alone and helpless.

How nice it would be if he could be by her side, she thought to herself.

"Damn, you've been surrounded by hundreds of our brothers, hurry up and lay down your arms and surrender, maybe our boss can spare your life, otherwise don't blame us for not knowing how to pity the jade." A certain fierce swordsman shouted at Guan Ju in the air, waving the big sword in his hand.

I used to ask you if you would bring an army to rescue me if there were thousands of troops trying to besiege me, and you said yes.

I didn't believe it with my lips, but I believed it in my heart.

So Chu Xuanzhao, you still owe me a chance to fulfill my promise.

Don't die when I'm not with you.

You must be safe and happy, after all, there are so many girls with you.

She used her sword as a mirror, looking at her blood-stained face, and her eyes gradually sharpened.

"You were wrong at the beginning, it wasn't you who surrounded me, I surrounded you, and now you deserve to die. ”

She slowly raised her arms, her long sword rose like a bird, and the qi in her body skyrocketed in an instant, making hundreds of sword bandits suddenly feel like they were facing a great enemy.

In an instant, the ground under the feet of the sword bandit cracked, and the girl's green silk flew, the sword light in her hand flashed, and the snow-white sword qi was shining

It's horrifying.

The bodies of the sword bandits in the distance were all shrouded by the surging sword qi, as if they were shrouded by a huge net that came out of thin air, and the sword qi broke through the armor like broken paper, and in the end, they didn't even know how to die.

"I really want you to see this sword, what does it mean to break a hundred armors after a sword, and then decorate with sword qi"

"Hahaha, what about the son of Da Yin, if you want to be worthy of this woman, you still have to practice swords for a hundred years!"

"This woman can fight a hundred big Yin sons with a sword, maybe you can use your fists, if you want to surpass this woman in swordsmanship, it's very rare!"

After a sword, it was like a hundred years, and the girl was bathed in the rain of blood falling from the sky, and the smile on her face was extremely happy.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "The Throne of the Apocalypse" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~