In front of everyone's eyes, when the sword in the hand of the Marquis of Yingchuan fell, everyone saw that he was ruthless. In the face of such a life-and-death struggle, no matter how innocent the little life under the sword is, it can't arouse any pity from him.

Looking at the sharp blade, many people couldn't help but exclaim. Although enough people have died today, if this child really died in such a way, it would be an extremely cruel act in any case.

This is Yuan Zhao's son, but no matter how noble his status is, and how famous his father is, there is no way to save his life. Perhaps, this is his calamity, like yellow leaves all over the ground, unable to escape the arrangement of Providence!

Say it's late, that's fast! In the blink of an eye, the Deadly Sword was about to cut through the child's immature body. Princess Suxi, who was watching from dozens of feet away, widened her eyes in horror, but found that she couldn't scream. When a heart falls into the abyss, she will lose her precious son! In this season of autumn winds.

Even Yun Bing, who was closest to each other, was too late to save him. Not to mention that she was seriously injured, who would have thought that Yingchuan Hou would be so ruthless, saying that he would do it, and he would not let go of even a child!

Countless pairs of eyes watched this scene, and perhaps, the next moment would be the end of this little life. However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred! A figure that appeared at an unknown moment rose from the crowd, as fast as lightning, and suddenly snatched the child from the unsuspecting Yingchuan Marquis Liu Zezhi and held him in his arms. However, saving people when he never allowed to do so was originally an act of sacrificing his life. How difficult it is to get out of the way!

Yingchuan Hou was surprised, although he couldn't react, but instinctively swung his sword as hard as he could, and the rescuer blocked it with his left arm for fear of hurting the child, and one arm was broken at the root, but it was exchanged for a glimmer of life. He rolled on the ground with Yuanfeng in his arms, dodging the next few knives. But I heard someone behind me roaring angrily.

"How daring...... Kill him! ”

The clan nobles and dead soldiers who were surrounding the Marquis of Yingchuan reacted at the first time. Someone actually disregarded life and death and rescued people from the sword of Yingchuan Hou? It's worth it! In the midst of the angry shouts, the swords were thrown together, and the rescuer was about to be cut into seventeen or eighteen pieces.

It happened so suddenly, and the people who were a little further away didn't realize what was happening. However, some people have already recognized it at the first time, and the figure that rescued Yuanfeng at the cost of sacrificing an arm is the white-clothed guard who had just fought a bloody battle at the gate of this palace not long ago.

It's just that he is dressed in white, and now he can't distinguish a little white. His whole body was already stained red with blood. Moreover, after he saved people, his body with countless injuries was cut off by another arm, and the blood flowed profusely, and when he held Yuanfeng tightly with one hand to dodge the slashing blade, he was already powerless to fight back, and when he saw that he couldn't escape, he was about to die.

It all happens in between a few breaths. Park Yongyeol, who was holding on to his last breath, faced the hideous face that rushed over, and a trace of sadness flashed in his heart. He endured it when he was seriously injured, and rushed out to save people at the right time. But I didn't expect that after all, I still couldn't save the little boy from escaping. When the gaze flashed,

But I saw that the child in my arms didn't know when he stopped crying, and his dark eyes were staring at him, and he didn't know what was going on, so he actually "giggled" at him.

Park Yongyeol's heart warmed. Although he knew that he would die in the next moment, this innocent smile made him feel inexplicably relieved. I've done my best...... If he dies like this, he will not be blamed for coming to Master Yuanzhao, right?

However, just before he fell. The knives that slashed at his back suddenly snapped in unison. The sword-bearers threw away their broken blades, covered their throats with their hands, let out hoarse cries of pain from their mouths, and rolled over and fell to the ground, blood gushing out, and they saw that they could not live.

Park Yongyeol felt a hand behind his back supporting his body, and when his body fell to the ground steadily, a blood-dripping sword swept past him and blocked in front of him along with its owner.

Then, I didn't hear anyone speak again, the murderous spirit soared, rolled up the fallen leaves, and the fierce fight began again. Park Yongyeol raised his head with all his might, his gaze crossed the body of Yuanfeng in his arms, and he saw clearly the person who saved him, it was Yun Bing. She pulled out the red-fire long sword that seriously injured her body, wrapped her wounds and fought again!

Immediately after, he heard angry shouts of murder in his ears, and the guards from the Han Mansion rushed over like mad tigers, along with the few surviving guards in the palace. They first protected Park Yongyeol and the little prince to safety, and then danced their swords to kill the clan nobles.

Park Yongyeol breathed a sigh of relief, and his gaze became blurred. Some distant memories inexplicably flashed through my mind. When he was a teenager, his hometown outside the East China Sea, the past was like smoke, and the love of the world was righteous...... The fallen leaves fell on his face, and the fierce battle in the courtyard was fierce, and he couldn't see clearly which was the enemy and which was his own people. Perhaps, the only thing he can do now is to hold Yuanfeng tightly in his arms, although the Xuandao in his hand can no longer kill the enemy, but if anyone dares to come over and hurt the little boy, he will also use his last strength to kill him!

"Thank you...... Xiao Lie! Thank you for saving Feng'er...... Hold on to ....... ”

Park Yongyeol felt someone hold his head and prevent him from sleeping on the cold ground. Then a pair of hands took Yuanfeng from his arms. Someone was scrambling to bandage his wound and stop the bleeding. He opened his eyes and saw Princess Suxi talking to him. Her face was full of tears, grateful and sad.

"As long as the little boy is fine......."

Park Yongyeol, who has always treated people with a cold image, has a rare smile on his face. Seeing the little boy return to his mother's arms, he was finally completely relieved. He felt that his body was too tired, so he closed his eyes and wanted to rest well, and go to a long sleep ...... this vast land.

The leaves are silent, accompanied by the splash of blood and the passing of life, everything is slowly drifting away.

A large number of red fire troops wearing red robes finally entered Weiyang Palace. They fought fiercely against the clan forces that occupied the various places. The battle between iron-blooded justice and the charm of the demon is endless!

Every soldier of the Red Fire Army who has come thousands of miles is a true warrior for the rest of his life. They carry the glory of the Empire on their backs, forged by the blood of thousands of their comrades. This belief or spirit is called "loyalty"! They will never allow it

People do anything that harms the interests of the state. Because this great and prosperous land behind them was fought by them and their predecessors with the knives in their hands. A hundred years of vicissitudes, the four seas have been opened, and only then have today's great power been achieved, how can the small people be allowed to do chaos and scourge!

"All troublemakers, no matter what their status, will be killed!"

All the soldiers of the Red Fire Army heard this order and obeyed it awe-inspiringly. From now on, Weiyang Palace and the entire Chang'an are their main battlefield. The sword in their hands will fight for justice and for the restoration of peace to the empire.

Liu Zezhi, the Marquis of Yingchuan, and the nobles of the clan did not expect that the situation would take a turn for the worse, and in the blink of an eye, the morale of the other party was greatly boosted, and they began to fight back.

If you talk about the strength comparison between the two sides, even if the clan forces that have entered the Weiyang Palace still maintain an absolute advantage, if you talk about combat effectiveness, how can they be the opponents of the Red Fire Army!

A hundred battles in the yellow sand, crisscrossing thousands of miles, have refined the military soul of this mighty army. Once they start fighting, they are invincible. Whether it is on the vast battlefield of thousands of troops or in this Chang'an City.

Under the fierce offensive of the Red Fire Army, the clan forces soon suffered heavy casualties, and they had to withdraw from the Jianzhang Palace, and began to gather forces in various parts of the palace, wanting to exit safely, and then find a way to settle down.

However, if you want to get out of it at this time, it will be really wishful thinking. Because someone has issued a kill order, every one of them will die without a place to be buried!

Yun Bing, who stepped out of the gate of Jianzhang Palace, jumped on his horse again and commanded the Red Fire Army to pursue separately. Her sword wound was deep and she was bleeding profusely. However, for people who have experienced nine deaths, since this sword can't kill her, it's not a big deal. The wound was temporarily covered with a gold-induced medicine to stop bleeding and wrapped in a battle robe. Although his face was a little pale, the light from the long sword was even sharper.

Before entering Chang'an the night before, Yuan Zhao instructed her to lead troops into the city to rescue Weiyang Palace, while he himself rushed to the direction of Zhongnan Mountain to trace the emperor's traces. Yun Bing didn't know what happened to Yuan Zhao's side, and the only thought in her heart now was to kill all the clan forces that participated in the rebellion, leaving no trouble.

To deal with the clan relatives and nobles in the city, a thousand Red Fire Army iron horsemen are enough! As for the guys in the Hosoliu Battalion, if they dared to show the slightest sign of confrontation, she wouldn't mind cleaning up with them. However, when this iron-blooded cavalry stepped on the war horse to fight, the soldiers and horses of the Xiliu Battalion outside the Weiyang Palace wisely chose to stay in place, and it was obvious that they could not advance or retreat before receiving new orders, so they could only choose to wait and see at a loss.

The clan nobles led by the Marquis of Yingchuan were defeated and withdrew from the Weiyang Palace, and after asking for help from the Xiliu Battalion Army to no avail, they already knew that something was wrong. They didn't even have time to rush back to their respective homes before the catastrophe struck. The cavalry of the Red Fire Army, which transformed into murderous demons, was ruthless, and as long as they caught up, whether it was a nobleman or a dead soldier, they would definitely die a miserable death.

On the long street, iron hooves are running, chasing and killing all the way, and the corpses of the rebels are everywhere. The relatives and nobles of the clan who fled in a hurry fought hard and finally came to the gate of the south city under the protection of the remaining dead soldiers.