In the Heyin Palace, Yuan Ziyou and his party, together with Yuan Ji and other courtiers and relatives who had to come with him, had a total of more than 100 people. Seeing the tragedy on the riverside today, although it is late at night, who can sleep?

Although he is still alive at the moment, who knows what the mind of the murderous demon king is in Er Zhurong? The faint-hearted have long cried and wept, and the bolder ones have lost their souls. Even if Yuan Ji is like this, he thinks that he has some friendship with Er Zhurong, and he doesn't dare to rely on the old and sell the old anymore at this moment, so he only hangs his head and sighs for a long time.

I was really afraid of something--- suddenly there was a noise outside the palace, which had already shocked everyone; When it was closer, it was clear that someone was shouting and shouting to kill, and the ministers looked at each other, their faces turned white.

The yellow-bearded Qihu Jiashi swarmed in, and in the shouting and scolding of Uriwala, more than 100 officials scattered throughout the palace were pushed and driven to the front hall. A few walked a little slower, and the whip behind them crackled, and they were unceremoniously pumped up.

The candle flame was bright, and the handsome face of Del Zhu Rong was full of evil light, but the ministers saw it in their eyes, and they only saw infinite ferocity, so there was no trace of blood on their faces.

Yuan Ji bowed his back and coughed. He peeked behind him, half mourning, half luck: Your Majesty is not here, it's okay, it's okay...

"Click", behind Yuan Ji, a Qihu warrior with bared teeth and was about to whip fell on his back, unconscious, and blood gushed out between his mouth and nose.

Yuan Ji was stunned, and when he turned his head, Er Zhurong withdrew his blood-stained fist, and said with a smile: "This guy is rude, King Jiangyang is not strange!" With a wave of his hand, someone had already brought a Hu bed and waited for Yuan Ji to sit down.

Yuan Ji didn't answer, closed his eyes, and sat quietly, as if he was asleep...

There was silence for about half a pillar of incense.

This is really the hardest half-pillar incense in his life, perhaps, this is the only thought that haunts the ministers at this moment. Immediately after, they heard Er Zhurong's high-pitched voice:

"Those who can write Zen books will not die!"

A sentence like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, but it did not make many waves among the ministers. On the contrary, some of them looked up at the sky, some looked down at the ground, or Xue Yuanji generally closed his eyes, and even the commotion was very quiet.

Yuan Ji narrowed his eyes, it seemed, as if, as if, he saw Er Zhurong shake for a moment.

Erzhu Zhao's irritable roar sounded, and the warriors in a circle drew their swords in their hands, and the cold light was snowy.

Sen Leng's long knife approached his neck, and finally someone fell to his knees, crying and shouting: "I can write!" I'll write! ”

Yuan Ji fixed his eyes and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing--- this person's surname is Cui Mingxian, when the six towns were in turmoil, Li Chong was already in a good situation, it was Cui Xian who refused to accept Li Chongjiedu, and fought for merit and attacked alone, but was beaten by Wei Kegu in Baidao, which led to the deterioration of the overall situation in the north. His character is not good, he has been a number of assassins, and he was dismissed because of greed, just because he had an old relationship with Yuan Tianmu, so he was included in Yuan Ji and his party, and he never died on the bank of the Heyin embankment today.

The smile on Er Zhurong's face bloomed, and he took it back in an instant--- there was a person, but Cui Xian was the only one, looking around the hall, he couldn't find a second person.

Cui Xian should be a little literary, spring worm and autumn snake, with a wave. But when it was presented, Er Zhurong looked at it in his eyes, but he felt how awkward it was... Finally, as soon as he raised his hand, the Zen let the book flutter in the air...

Er Zhu Zhao copied his hand, caught the Zen book in the air, and smiled fiercely: "Tianzhu!" This matter will be handled by Tu Wan'er! ”

Er Zhurong was inexplicably excited for a while, but he didn't say yes, and he didn't say yes.

Er Zhuzhao didn't ask, turned his head sharply, and walked away quickly with the Zen book. Dozens of guards had steel knives in their hands, followed closely behind, and Hou Jing and Liu Gui were also among them.

He Bayue was the first to follow and rushed out, and the brothers would not fall behind.

Yuan Tianmu and Fei Mu glanced at each other, and then looked at Er Zhurong at the same time, but found that Tianzhu had actually closed his eyes, as if he was in a fugue. One of them stomped their feet, the other gritted their teeth, and both ran out.

Erzhu Shilong wanted to pull a few brothers together, but after pulling twice, several of them did not move. So he sighed and went on his own.

。。。。。。

"The Yuan clan is extinguished, and the Erzhu clan is prosperous!"

The shouts resounded throughout the palace, from the front hall to the back hall.

The situation in the hall was unknown, and a group of people stood up and blocked in front of the new emperor Yuanziyou. Yu Jin is calm on weekdays, and he can't help but tremble his fingers at this moment.

Zheng Jiming was brave and brave, and volunteered to go out of the palace to check, before stepping out of the palace door, Liu Gui struck with a knife and split Zheng Jiming in half obliquely.

Dozens of armor soldiers rushed into the apse with Erzhu Zhao in their arms, baring their teeth and claws.

Supreme Wang Yuanshao was angry, and stepped forward to point at Zhu Zhao: "Your Majesty is here, is you rude?" ”

Before the words fell, Erzhu Zhao's long knife stabbed straight and stabbed Yuan Shao's chest.

In the exclamation of Shiping Wang Yuanzi, he threw himself on Yuan Shao's body, not wanting Hou Jing to chase after him with a knife, and almost cut off most of Yuanzizheng's neck.

All the armor soldiers shouted and rushed over together.

Yuan Ziyou, in addition to Yu Jin, Zheng Xianhu, Yuan Xiu, and Yuan Bao Torch, there are also one or two dozen loyal guards. Everyone knew that it was inevitable, but they were unwilling to die, so they pulled out their waist knives and fought hard. Ping Pong, and the Chihu Jiashi are inseparable.

Yu Jin rushed ahead, it turned out that he was not only broad and strategic, but also extraordinary under his hands. With one hand, brush two knives, and easily cut down two armor soldiers.

Hou Jing made meritorious contributions, and rushed over to fight with Yu Jin, and he didn't know the winner for a while. Sima Ziru was not proficient in martial arts, so he repeatedly beckoned Sun Teng to come over to help. The two doubles fought in a hurry, and suddenly they couldn't help but retreat.

When Liu Gui grabbed it, Pingyang Wang Yuanxiu snorted coldly, and stepped forward to catch it in a few steps, you come and go, both offensive and defensive.

Er Zhu Zhao was already impatient, and with a hula, he slashed to death a royal guard in front of him, and pointed a knife at Yuan Ziyou in the cracks of the people. After the crowd, Zheng Xian guarded Yuan Ziyou in front of him, and his vest was in a cold sweat.

Nanyang Wang Yuanbaoju's face was flushed, and he had the intention to hide in Zheng Xianhu, no, behind Yuan Ziyou, he was really not that cheeky, so he went around the pillar to dodge for a while, and fell down on his stomach for a while, but he was also busy working.

Everywhere in the battle situation, Er Zhu Zhao's side has the advantage, especially Yu Jin, the more the battle becomes, the more tense it is, and he sees Hou Jing and Sun Teng advancing step by step, smiling again and again.

Yuan Xiu was still able to resist Liu Gui, but Zheng Xianhu was red-eyed--- Er Zhu Zhao killed the Quartet, and he was invincible, and he broke out of the formation in a moment!

Er Zhu Zhao slashed with a bloody long knife, bringing a whooshing wind. Zheng Xian protected the horizontal knife, rubbed it, and took three steps back.

Erzhu Zhao was unforgiving, and the second knife struck again. Zheng Xian protects the life support, dang! Hands tingling.

Erzhu Zhao backhanded and slashed out the third knife, faster than lightning. Zheng Xianhu's movements were a little slow, and the blood from the knife in his forearm flowed for a long time, and when the sound sounded, the knife in his hand fell into the dust.

Er Zhu Zhao did not give up, and the fourth knife made a comeback. Zheng Xian couldn't resist and closed his eyes to die. Behind him, Motoko let out a long sigh...