Contains the chapter hall.

The palace was already in shambles, with thrones, imperial cases, screens, bookshelves, and other utensils broken or torn, and almost none of them were intact. The walls of the palace were strewn with cracks of various sizes and scratches from the clashing of swords, as if some kind of giant monster had been torn apart in a frenzy.

There were more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground, either with broken bones and paralyzed like mud, or their flesh turned out, and it was terrible to see. For many years, the Great Grandmaster was high in the clouds, only to look up, not to blaspheme, and the Little Grandmaster had already represented the highest personal force that could be attained in the world. It is precisely because of this that if there is no complete certainty of killing, and in order to avoid losing both sides and being taken advantage of by a third party, there are very few confrontations between the little grandmasters, let alone falling into a situation of endless death. Like Lu Tai, who was ordered to intercept and kill Xu You back then, he was injured in the fight with Zuo Yan and immediately fled away, without nostalgia for the results.

But tonight, in order to compete for the ownership of the imperial power, even the great grandmasters can't stand alone, and these little grandmasters who are their masters naturally can't take half a step back, only to show what they have learned, not to survive, only to win!

Force, after all, must serve power!

There is only one little grandmaster who is loyal to the emperor, named Tan Yao, who is tall and heroic. On the prince's side, there are also Bai Changjue, Fan Changyi and Wei Chang'an, and the battle situation is tragic and abnormal. Wei Chang'an fell to the ground, his hands and feet were broken, although he was still alive, he completely lost his combat strength and was unconscious. Fan Changyi was slightly better than him, but he was not lightly injured, his left shoulder was slashed by the opponent, if it wasn't for Wei Chang'an desperately saving him, I'm afraid his entire arm would have been cut off.

Bai Changjue is the pinnacle of the second grade, standing at the top of the food chain, from the outside, he didn't suffer any injuries, but after facing Lin Shuanghu, he didn't have a good time, and the internal injuries were very serious, otherwise he had six little grandmasters to help, so he wouldn't have completely solved the enemy by this point.

Cultivation has reached his level, and the comparison of force is no longer a simple number superposition, and the role played in the melee is even greater than the encirclement of ten junior grandmasters. Therefore, under the control of his rhythm intentionally or unintentionally, the three little grandmasters under the command of the prince also died one after another after fighting six opponents, as for the master of the Heavenly Master Dao Lutang, he died of exhaustion, but he did not deliberately make it bad.

Tan Yao made two guns, five feet long, the head of the gun into a wheat ear, Jin Qifeng and with wood as the handle, has reached the realm of the heart can forget the hand, the hand can forget the gun, unpredictable, infinite deification, his three-grade peak, half of the cultivation on this gun.

Facing Bai Changjue and Fan Changyi alone, Tan Yao had no fear, he came from a humble background, and by chance he became a little grandmaster, and was later 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 peak of the third grade in twenty years and become the leader of the hidden guards.

Knowing the grace of retribution, what is the regret of dying?

Only by dragging Bai Changjue in Hanzhang Palace, the chances of the emperor escaping are a little greater. As soon as he thought of this, Tan Yao stabbed at Wei Chang'an with two guns, the cold stars were dotted, and the silver light was shining, as if Danqing was a wonderful hand, in this hall, he drew a deadly night curtain that enveloped the heavens and the earth.

Attack the enemy and save it!

Fan Changyi snorted coldly, bent down in front of Wei Chang'an is body, cut horizontally with the long knife, broke through the night, and accurately found the weak point between Tan Yao's two guns.

Boom!

The gold and stone clashed, but there was the sound of a mallet beating the leather drum. Thirteen times in a row, Fan Changyi pulled the wound, his true anger was unsustainable, and his internal breathing back and forth was interrupted for a thousandth of a second, but Tan Yao found an opportunity, so he made a long knife to wrap the word, rubbed his body and rushed forward, and the tip of the gun went straight to his throat.

Fast as thunder, indomitable!

"Bai Changjue! You still don't make a move? ”

Fan Changyi shouted sadly, only had time to put the long knife up, took the shot hard, his body flew upside down, and hit the thick temple pillar heavily, the muscles and bones of the whole body did not know how many were broken, and he spit blood in a big gulp, and almost died on the spot.

Almost at the same time as the knife and gun touched, Bai Changjue appeared behind Tan Yao, centered on the place where he was standing, and suddenly the wind howled, rolling up countless broken wood debris, forming a unique second-grade realm, firmly locking Tan Yao, and pointing like a knife, extremely slowly pointing to the back of his head.

Tan Yao's face showed a painful look, and the whole person seemed to be bound by countless iron chains, let alone turn around, his neck was stiff and clumsy, and he couldn't even turn back. Seeing that he was about to succeed, he suddenly laughed loudly, and it seemed that he tried his best to defeat Fan Changyi neatly with one shot, but in fact, he withdrew seventy percent of his true qi at that moment, just to trick Bai Changyi into making a move.

However, he originally thought that with Fan Changyi's strength, he would be forced back a few feet away at most, but he didn't expect that his injuries were so serious before, and he couldn't even catch the three successes, and he almost died.

In the laughter, the two guns merged into one, and suddenly appeared at the left waist eye, the tip of the gun trembled slightly, and it roared violently, like a dragon's roar, and like an eagle's roar, full of the determination to die together.

Others can't move, but their marksmanship has been perfected, and just relying on the tremor of muscles to make such a powerful blow is breathtaking.

Medium!

Bai Changjue's hands slashed with lightning and crackled, and the hundred-year-old Tuomu from Yanzhou was broken in two, but the head of the spear was not frustrated, and the poofs sank into the abdomen.

The realm disappears!

The body of the gun was divided into two again, Tan Yao regained his ability to move, grabbed the back half of the gun, threw away all the fancy moves, and stabbed Bai Chang in the heart again. Bai Changjue turned sideways slightly, the head of the spear pierced into his shoulder three inches, and he was caught by the bones, and the real air swirled, surging out, and the two began to compete for internal strength, and there was no possibility of compromise.

After a few breaths, Tan Yao's face turned red and white, his eyes bulged, and he seemed to be about to burst, looking very terrifying. Bai Chang is also uncomfortable, his face is full of green energy, his facial features are distorted, and he looks like a ghost.

At this time, there was movement next to him, Fan Changyi staggered to his feet, saw the situation in front of him, picked up the long knife with difficulty, and moved closer step by step.

Knife flash!

Tan Yao was discouraged, he finally pulled Bai Changjue into a dead end, but people are not as good as heaven, who knew that Fan Changyi, who seemed to be no longer a threat, still had the strength to fight.

Lord, Long Grace is kind, and Rong Chen will repay in the next life!

The will to die is set, and there is no reservation, Tan Yao wants to hit Bai Changjue hard at the cost of his life in the moment of the long knife and neck, at least let him lose the ability to participate in the pursuit of the emperor.

The pinnacle of the second grade has a strong combat power that affects the battle situation, and he must not be allowed to leave Hanzhang Hall unharmed!

Sudden mutation!

Fan Changyi's eyes were cold, and the long knife was directed, but it was not Tan Yao, a mortal enemy, but Bai Changjue, who was a fellow disciple and fought side by side.

A smile seemed to appear on Bai Chang's youthful face, and he disappeared in front of Tan Yao's eyes, and when he reappeared, he was behind Fan Changyi, his left hand was lightly printed on the back of his heart, and Fan Changyi staggered forward, just when Tan Yao burned all the true qi of the dantian and hit his chest.

Like a Taoist soldier, Fan Changyi's whole person was shattered, and his flesh and bones were mixed with bloodstains, sprinkled all over the hall. Tan Yao ran out of oil and the lamp dried up, sat on the ground dejectedly, looked at Bai Changjue, and said, "Good calculation, Heavenly Master Dao from now on...... Cough, cough, respect you......"

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

Taicheng, in front of the Xianyang Palace.

Under the heavy reward, everyone is not afraid of death, and they all know that at the last moment, it is the right time to receive a reward for meritorious service. How brave the sword swingers are, forming a knife formation in a fan shape, protecting the emperor behind him, five hundred people are in the same breath, like a hard-shelled turtle when defending, no matter how turbulent you are, it is difficult to shake half a step. Then suddenly open the shield and swing the knife, the special sword is extremely sharp, every time it is swung, it will take a life, it can be said that it is indestructible and fierce.

But there were thousands of archers led by the general of the prince's army, and after several waves of infantry failed to attack, they immediately dispersed into three rows of troops, shot with short bows, covered the clouds and the sun, and so on, and tore open the shield array, and then covered up the infantry like a tide, so the sword swingers also persisted for half an hour before fighting to the death, no one surrendered, no one retreated, all were heroic.

The prince suffered more than 2,000 casualties, a four-to-one battle loss ratio, severed limbs and a sea of blood all over the ground, which was shocking. An Zidao pushed away the two sword swingers who were lying on his body to block the arrows for him, looked at the complacent prince, and said lightly: "Which of you will take my life?" ”

The prince stopped moving, his heart was afraid, his eyes swept over everyone, and his subordinates Cao Shu, Yin Su, Shu Shu, Ren Jian, etc. all dared not look at each other, not to mention the subordinates who were not afraid of death just now. An Zidao has been in power for many years, and he is known for his authority, and he has not been reduced in the slightest because he has become a prisoner, this is imperial spirit, which is very shakable!

Seeing that his subordinates were so unbearable, the prince was furious, looked back at King Hengyang, threw the sword hanging from his waist to the ground, and said, "Didn't you say that you want to slash others?" I'll give you a chance, go! ”

King Hengyang's hands and feet trembled, sweating through his shirt, how dare he respond? But the prince gave an order, if he didn't carry it out, in front of so many people, I am afraid he would be blamed...... Although he conspired with the prince, he knew this person's heart and temperament, and when he had no idea, the handsome young man who had been following him slowly came out, bowed down and picked up the prince's saber, and said: "Your Highness doesn't have to dirty your hands, I will kill this tyrannical king and avenge the suffering people of the world!" ”

The king of Hengyang was overjoyed and said: "Okay, Shoubai, if you succeed in this big thing, the prince and I will be rewarded!" ”

Zuoqiu Shoubai, that is, the scholar Qimo next to Yuan Jie, entered the palace of the king of Hengyang because of begging Yuan Qingqi to arrange, changed his name to Zuoqiu Shoubai, and became the prostitute and plaything of the king of Hengyang.

In this change in Taicheng, Qimo fought in armor, and in the name of protection, followed the side of King Hengyang, how could he hesitate, draw out the treasure knife, and walk towards Anzi Road.

A distance of more than fifty steps, but he has walked for more than twenty years!

The crying in the deep house, the family in the firelight, the humility of his mother kneeling and crying, and the look back of his father before he was taken away, he was still young and couldn't remember these, but he could listen to the scene described by his sister, as if vividly.

The culprit is the emperor in front of him who does all kinds of evil!

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

He didn't feel much pain, and An Zidao seemed to remember in a trance that many years ago, in order to fight the power of his third brother An Ziqi, the king of Pengcheng, he used the excuse that An Ziqi had fornicated with demons and practiced witchcraft to rebel, and demoted him to a common man and sent him to the bitter cold land of Ningzhou. This case is widely implicated, An Ziqi's wings were almost swept away, Guanglu doctor Li Lan, Zhengdong general Han Wei, Liangzhou assassin Pan Yunzhi, oh, there seems to be a person named Lu Xizhong, who is the history of Pengcheng Wang......

The way of heaven is repeated, he once pretended to cut his younger brother by witchcraft, and today he was also killed by the prince with witchcraft, a hundred years later, but I don't know what the history books will say?

Qi Mo drew his knife and was unable to sit on the ground.

The prince cautiously stepped forward, touched An Zidao's corpse lightly with a horsewhip, and when he saw him fall to the ground, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, stepped on the steps of his father's hot blood, and turned to stand still.

King Hengyang was the first to react, turned over and dismounted, and shouted long live. Xiao Xunqi's eyes burned, the corners of his lips smiled, and he knelt down, and then countless people bent their knees like waves, and the voice of long live soared into the sky.

When the wind rises, a few people are proud, a few people are frustrated,

The most ruthless is Taicheng Willow, which is still a ten-mile embankment!