"Today's weather is particularly gloomy...... said helplessly, one of the people sitting on the Supreme Throne.

"Son of Heaven...... Son of Heaven!" At that time, a servant outside the walls of Chang'an Palace was hurrying to the main hall, looking nervous, and his mouth kept shouting for the Son of Heaven.

Before the others could rebuke him, he had already fallen on top of the main hall, and an iron arrow shot into his chest, spitting blood from his mouth. He hesitated and said, "Son of Heaven, ...... quickly Let's go!" everyone in the hall was shocked, and they all looked in the direction where the iron arrow was fired.

"Who is making trouble here!" said the Ninety-Five Supreme Man above the main hall.

In an instant, a large number of ironclad sergeants poured into the main hall, each holding an iron sword, and the iron sword was also dripping with blood, they stood on both sides, as if waiting for someone to arrive. No matter what the Son of Heaven asked, he would not be silent or answer.

Some of the ministers who were in a hurry to flee had not yet taken a few steps before they were already in a different place. Until death, it is not clear.

The Son of Heaven pretended to be calm and carefully took out the sword under the dragon chair. The surviving ministers did not dare to approach the temple gate, so they had to gather around the Son of Heaven to show their loyalty.

"Hahaha, what a scene of loyal ministers protecting the lord, I was moved to see it, hehe. A year-old man slowly stepped in from outside the temple gate, with a dangerous smile on his face. His hands were still applauding the scene in front of him.

"Zhang Bu, today you are guilty of peace and intentions!" After that, the head of the sword had already been stabbed in front of Zhang Bu, the person holding the sword. It is when today's son - Shun Renhe.

Since the establishment of the Dashun Dynasty, the feudal kings have been divided, but the heirs of the dynasty are all greedy for comfort, and no one is prepared for danger in times of peace. As a result, the vassal king's strength was too great, and he was no longer willing to obey the will of the Son of Heaven, and the final outcome was the current chaotic world. And in this troubled world, there will always be several powerful vassal dynasties.

The Zhang dynasty of Zhangbu was one of these powerful vassal kings. Zhang Chao has eight big cities and hundreds of small cities in Xicheng, Nanguo, Wujun, Linzhao, Wenshan, Guanghan, Gezhong, and Juren. He is the most powerful vassal king in the central region of the world. The geographical location of the Zhang Dynasty is close to Chang'an, the capital of the Shun Dynasty. Therefore, Zhang Bu had already mutined in Chang'an in his early years and coerced the Son of Heaven to order the princes. For a time, there was no one in the world who could beat it, and there was no other person in the limelight.

"Can't the Son of Heaven see what I want to do today?" Zhang Bu asked rhetorically, his expression very uncomfortable, insidious, and with a slight evil smile. With that, little by little, he moved forward to get closer to the long sword in Junren's hand.

The closer Zhang Be, the more Shun Renhe retreated. In the face of this situation, asking him to hurt Zhang Bu, he doesn't seem to be able to do it.

The "Bang Dang" long sword fell to the ground, just like Shun Renhe's heart. His face was full of unwillingness and shame. In the past, Zhang Bu asked to interview him in private, which allowed him to retain his face as the Son of Heaven in front of others, but now he is disgraced and gone.

The ministers who saw all this were also ashamed, and some people were insulting Shunren and disappointing their ancestors and Dashun.

These are like a cold and piercing ruthless sword, deeply inserted into Shun Renhe's heart. But at the moment, he has no room for resistance.

Zhang Bu walked up to the most lofty supreme position above the main hall, but this short tens of meters was like a portrayal of Shunren and so many years, full of humiliation and sadness.

"Bold, how can you covet the supreme position of Zhang Bu!" There are finally some people in this group who really think about this Dashun.

But what's the use.

Zhang Bu stopped, smiled helplessly at the young man in front of him, and slowly closed his eyes. Immediately, the long knife had penetrated deep into the young man's chest.

One, two, three......

In just a dozen meters, there were dozens of people blocking Zhang Bu, and the result was the same. Senseless death by the sword of the ironclad sergeant. And they could only watch Zhang Bu sit on this supreme position at the last moment of their lives.

"Ah...... It turns out that this feeling is so good, no wonder so many people have to fight for this position, but it seems that for now, I am the first to get there! ”

Shun Renhe always turned his back to He Zhangbu, and he didn't want to see a person with a different surname sitting on the supreme throne, but this could only deceive him.

The silent clouds suddenly spit out a dazzling firelight, and the explosion thunder rang out, echoing within the palace walls for a long time. When the thunder stopped, another slender zigzag electric light plunged down like a sharp sword at the lower place overhead, and its front end was not hidden in the thick black clouds, but turned into a terrifying spark of lightning that quickly shot straight towards the ground, and before I saw it, the thick electric light hit the golden dragon on the dragon platform, bursting out countless sparks. The roar of thunder was at first dull and sluggish, rolling low, and then as the wind raged and stirred up the vegetation all over the mountains, a thunderbolt shot out from the depths of the vast sky and exploded in the ears. The yellow mist in the sky had already merged with the black clouds, covering the sky and exuding a hideous momentum. And the golden dragon was already shattered after only a lightning strike.

Zhang Bu came to the outside of the temple gate, admiring the spectacle in front of him, and his face was satisfied. A gesture gestured to the ironclad sergeant present.

The door of the temple was slammed shut, trapping the lives of everyone inside. Listening to the sound of the raindrops hitting the window outside, Zhang Bu's heart was also very restless, and the "rumbling" thunder in the air from time to time completely covered all the sounds in the hall, so that Zhang Bu could devote himself to this match made in heaven.

The scene in front of him constantly stimulates Shun Renhe's heart. Years of humiliation, the screams of the ministers and the mutilated corpses are constantly attacking this Shun Renhe's heart. His own incompetence created all this in front of him, which made him regret it, Zhang Bu's inability was his hate, and the minister's cowardice and fear of death were his heart, and the foundation of the Dashun Dynasty for so many years was also cut off in his hands, which made him feel heartache.

The sword that had fallen from his hand earlier seemed to summon him, making his eyes lock on and unable to leave.

Thunder and screams all poured into Shun Renhe's brain in an instant......

"Ahh The ironclad sergeants were all surprised, and in an instant, Shun Renhe had already killed several people in a row.

At this moment, killing made him happy, and the smell of blood was his inexplicable excitement.

Like a madman, he splashed the flesh and blood of the ironclad sergeant in front of him and separated his limbs, and then frantically disposed of the next prey. The more people who came near him, the more people fell.

When one fell, he took the man's sword and stuck it at his side. And now the sword beside him has formed a big circle, surrounding himself. With each blunt sword, he pulled out the other and continued to fight frantically.

For a while, there was nothing that could stop him.

There is one kind of person in this world who is terrible, and that is the madman. A madman is not without pain, without feelings, without any restraints, and does whatever he wants. And at this moment, Shun Renhe is like a madman, a madman who was driven crazy by this troubled world and driven crazy by Zhang Bu!

Lightning flashes, thunder, and chariots rumbled in the sky like two armies were fighting. The sword light and sword shadow, the sound of the occupation is non-stop, the violent rain washes the earth, Shun Renhe seems to be the embodiment of this thunderstorm, those who are close are all dead, and this rainstorm seems to be to cooperate with Shun Renhe's soundtrack, which is extremely appropriate.

"Ahh......h

The rain blurred his vision, and he slipped and fell to the ground again and again, getting up again and again as usual. Zhang Bu stopped the sergeant who was going to arrest Shun Renhe, but looked at Shun Renhe with an evil smile.

"Boom" A thunderbolt fell from the sky, illuminating the entire gloomy sky, and slashing straight at Shun Renhe's body.

For a moment, there was only the sound of rain and thunder between heaven and earth, and the screaming came to an abrupt end. And Shun Renhe stood in place, stalemate for a few seconds, and then fell into the pouring rain.

Zhang Bu came to Shun Renhe's side in the rain, quickly drew his sword, and Shun Renhe's head rolled down under the dragon platform......

In the 15th year of the Great Shun Dynasty, in mid-June, the vassal king Zhang Bu mutinied in Chang'an, and the son of heaven Shunren was outnumbered and was defeated and killed. The Great Shun Dynasty fell, and the chaotic situation became more and more chaotic and turbulent......