Far away from the war, Pingzhou Mansion is exceptionally quiet and peaceful at night.

In an inconspicuous small inn not far from the Great Chu Palace, a guest room on the second floor was dimly lit and full of people.

Dozens of shadows in nightwear gathered around a wooden table, led by a burly man with a black mole on his face, pointing at a sketch on the table.

"This is the structural diagram of the Great Chu Palace, and everyone has memorized the entry and exit routes. Remember, fast in and out, fast and fast. A few of you are responsible for setting fires all over the city to create chaos, and the more chaos the better, and when we meet the soldiers who are watching the night, we will meet in the woods outside the city. ”

Speaking of this, he paused, raised his head and clasped his fists and said: "Ji Mou would like to thank all the martial arts heroes for their help, it is a matter of life and death for me, and I will thank you all in the next generation of my master." ”

More than a dozen people next to him clasped their fists and returned the salute, and one of them said: "The rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of the husband." My beggar gang leader was harmed by the Great Chu demons, and he has long hated the Great Chu thief, which is an unshirkable move. There are also ten thousand ghost doors and other famous and decent righteous people to help, this move is bound to win! It's a pity that the abbot of the old dragon temple Zhikong actually withdrew from the matter and was unwilling to help, which was really despised by martial arts people! ”。

The strong man with a black mole on his face sighed softly and whispered, "At this time of crisis, Fang shows his true colors as a hero." In fact, this can't be completely blamed on that Zhikong senior, my Great Qi Imperial Court is now getting less and less benefits! ”。

As he spoke, he took out a small porcelain jar from his bosom and said to the person beside him: "You open this and give each of the heroes here a pill, let them put it away, just in case." ”

The man in black on the opposite side said curiously: "What is this?" Could it be a panacea from the Holy Heaven? ”。

The strong man surnamed Ji, who had a black mole on his face, pinched the pill and smiled bitterly: "This is an instant life-defying pill, also known as the Stretching Legs and Staring Pill." One pill is enough to kill two strong bullocks in an instant. No matter whether this operation succeeds or fails, it must not be known to the world, it is related to the face of our Great Qi Imperial Court, and it is sent to you for last resort, such as being seriously injured and unable to escape or being encircled and facing capture, swallow it immediately! ”。

Everyone was holding pills in their hands, but their expressions were different. Some people are calm and calm, and they take it into their arms without saying a word; Some people looked around, their expressions hesitant and confused; There are even people with stiff expressions on their faces, crying and laughing, and they can't wait to find a corner where no one is there and throw it immediately.

The strong man surnamed Ji, who had a black mole on his face, saw that everyone had taken the pill, and he calmly put the pill in his hand into his arms, pulled the mask to reveal only his sharp eyes, and said in a low voice: "For the sake of the Great Qi Dynasty and the true dragon emperor, even if we go to the soup and the fire, it is our duty to break our bones!" Let's go our separate ways. ”

In the darkness, several sky-high fires accompanied by thick smoke broke the original late night tranquility of Pingzhou City, instantly reflecting the dark night into day.

The otherwise deserted streets soon began to be filled with the sound of shouting, neighing, and crying signs.

Since the rebellion of King Ruan Wu of Zhendong, Pingzhou, as the temporary capital of Great Chu, has always maintained a garrison of about 20,000 troops.

In stark contrast to the chaos of the streets, there is the tranquility of the Great Chu Palace. Under the crimson palace wall, dozens of black shadows threw a rope on the wall, and quietly went up the rope.

No one noticed that just above the high palace wall not far from them, a slender black figure was crawling there, blinking its long eyelashes and opening its bright eyes, curiously observing the group's every move.

The group clumsily climbed over the palace wall and gathered together in the shadows within the wall. After a short exchange of words, he quickly divided into two teams and quietly touched the direction of the inner palace against the root of the wall.

When they had gone some distance, the slender figure on the wall jumped down like a dead leaf to the ground, without a sound. The man stooped and followed, aiming at a group of dark shadows.

The daylight of the fire outside the palace alerted the guards of the forbidden palace, and they quickly lit torches, swords in hand, and intensified their patrol shifts.

"Who? Stand still or you'll be killed! ”。 A team of Inner Palace guards with torches in their hands saw a group of vague black shadows not far ahead, and couldn't help but shout loudly.

The leader of the group of black-clothed men was stunned for a moment, then said nothing, gritted his teeth and waved the bright steel knife in his hand and pounced straight at him.

The guards of the Inner Palace, holding torches, quickly raised their blades and rushed forward to meet the enemy, while sounding the gong of warning without hesitation.

The Praetorian guards who were patrolling other places rushed towards the place with torches held high.

The swinging blades "hissed" through the night air, and the icy swords reflected a biting cold light in the moonlight.

The men in black were ruthless and completely dominated at first, but as the Ouchi guards gathered more and more, they finally fell into the embarrassing situation of being outnumbered.

Liu Qian, the Great Chu Emperor who was studying the battle report in front of him in the imperial study, heard the crisp sound of swords colliding not far away, and was startled, and took two quick steps from the wall to pull out his bull ear big ring knife and held it in his hand.

Immediately afterward, a jumble of hurried footsteps came to a halt in front of the door.

Liu Qian held the big knife tightly in his hand, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and he shouted nervously: "What's wrong?" Who's outside the door? ”。

The person outside the door hurriedly faced the door and clenched his fists and replied loudly: "Don't panic, the leader of the Praetorian Guard, Mao Zhong, is here with more than a dozen brothers. The Assassins have infiltrated the palace, and the other brothers are working together to kill them. ”

Hearing this, Liu Qian let out a long breath, and at this time he realized that the palm of his hand holding the handle of the knife was covered with sweat, and his bulging temples jumped suddenly.

Mao Zhong was a playmate who grew up with Liu Qian in a village, and he was the first to respond when Liu Qian raised his arms and raised the flag to rebel. followed Liu Qian all the way through the pile of dead people, and was extremely loyal to him. This is also an important reason why Liu Qian arranged him as the commander of the Praetorian Guard.

After Liu Qian's whole body relaxed, he slowly shook his head, returned to the table, gently placed the bull ear ring knife in his hand on the corner of the case, sat down steadily, and buried himself again in the light of the light.

The first group of men in black who were besieged attracted the attention of almost all the Praetorian Guards, while the other group of men in black hiding in a dark corner was quietly approaching the target at this moment.

In front of the door of the imperial study, Mao Zhong stood straight, and his right hand never left the handle of the saber at his waist. When he suddenly found that he had jumped up from the darkness and silently raised his knife to chop a huge black shadow at him, he couldn't help but feel creepy.

He pulled out his saber with a "hurry", and shouted hoarsely: "Escort! ”。

The second team of people in black was led by the strong man surnamed Ji with a black mole on his face. At this moment, he had already made up his mind to die, and he gritted his teeth and picked up this knife with great strength.

With a sharp, piercing roar, the two broadswords collided hard together where the sparks burst out.

Mao Zhong, who was holding a knife in both hands, took several steps back one after another, and fell to the ground with a "thump", almost hitting the door and rolling into the house. Trembling, he raised the knife in his hand to his eyes, and was shocked to find that the blade had curled, and there was a large ugly-looking gap in the middle.

The dozen or so Praetorian Guard soldiers who were originally standing beside him didn't bother to help him up, but shouted in unison, each with his blade raised, and rushed forward to meet the enemy.

Mao Zhong had no choice but to get up by himself, and he didn't care about slapping the dust on his buttocks, let out a terrifying strange cry from his mouth, and rushed towards the enemy with the bladed steel knife.

The black-clothed men of the first team have been slaughtered under the siege of everyone at this moment, and the remaining few are still struggling to resist with missing arms and legs, covered in blood.

Hearing the call from the direction of the imperial study, the Praetorian Guards turned around and ran there with their blades in their hands.

The strong man surnamed Ji stared at the closed wooden door of the imperial study with his eyes intact, and waved the big knife in his hand like crazy, even if the blood of his companions splashed on his face, he fell to the ground screaming. He wants to desperately seize this fleeting opportunity and accomplish his mission at all costs.

The fire that broke out briefly between us and the enemy was unusually fierce.

When Mao Zhong, who was panting and covered in blood, looked up, he found that the brothers who had been standing beside him were empty, and only corpses were left on the ground.

Fortunately, the enemy was holding a blood-dripping steel knife, and only the strong man who attacked him at the beginning was left standing staggeringly.

The sound of chaotic and hurried footsteps could be heard in the distance, and when I looked up, the dazzling torches in the white night were getting closer and closer. The corners of Mao Zhong's exhausted mouth couldn't help but sneer: No matter what, as long as he risked his life to block the strong man in black in front of him, he would be considered a complete merit even if he died in battle, and he would be worthy of the trust of the Great Chu Monarch in him.

The strong man surnamed Ji on the opposite side obviously realized that there was not much time left for him to complete the task, his eyes flashed, and he jumped up again with a knife in both hands, like a gust of wind rushing towards Mao Zhong, who was close at hand.

It only took three or five rounds, but Mao Zhong let out a terrible scream from his mouth, and the steel knife with the curled blade flew into the air along with the arm holding the knife.

The clashing of weapons outside the door and the howl of the fight had already poured into Liu Qian's eardrums, and he forcibly calmed his mind and sat still. He remembered that Shi Dazai had said more than once: If you want to become a king with the world in mind, you must be as stable as Mount Tai and not be surprised by changes.

But the moment the door was kicked open, he couldn't sit still any longer, and reflexively jumped up and grabbed the bull's ear knife on the case.

What appeared in front of him was a burly, bloody man dressed in black.

Liu Qian shook his broom eyebrows, and did not show excessive panic. First, he held the bull-eared knife tightly in his hand, and second, the shouts and chaotic footsteps outside the door were getting closer and closer, and he knew that it was the brothers of the Praetorian Guard who were desperately rushing to the rescue.

The bloody man on the other side let out a muffled growl in his throat, and his shoulder jerked towards him.