The firelight accompanied by thick smoke, slowly intensifying from the three gates of the school palace, judging from the fire point, this was premeditated, and the earliest fire point directly blocked the way to escape from the school palace.

Hua Wenxuan looked at the intense fire, and couldn't help but have a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, it seems that he has been involved with this fire in his life, and he almost died in the fire several times.

Emperor Han Xian looked at the fire all around, and laughed miserably, "This Cao Zihuan, I really don't even want to get my hands dirty, my Han Gaozu subverted the tyrannical Qin, and created this century-old foundation with the fire of the Black Monarch, today, I want to be buried in the jealousy of this Cao family with my Liu Xie, it's really ridiculous!" Amusing! ”

Hua Wenxuan was shocked, the fire was the signal that he had made an appointment with Xu Shu and others, whether Guan Yu and Zhao Yun were found or not, Hua Wenxuan had a change here, so he used the fire as a sign to rush to the rescue.

At this time, the fire broke out, and more than 10,000 people and horses of Zang Ba were still nearby, wouldn't Xu Shu and others come to hit the stone with an egg? is to find Zhao Yun's nearly 1,000 men and horses, there are flames blocking the way in front, and Zang Ba's men and horses are attacking, isn't it all lost?

While he was hesitating, there was a sudden sound of knocking on the door outside the gate of the Confucian Temple, "Open the door quickly, I'll wait for the guards to come to the rescue!" ”

Huawei repairs a spirit, yes! There are also people in the school palace who have just changed their defenses!

"Don't open the door!" Hua Wenxuan shouted repeatedly, but it was difficult to stop the internal officials from taking care of his words in order to survive.

The door of the temple opened, and the group of Zang Ba who had entered the school palace had all faded from the outer masks, covered with dark masks, revealing leather goods in the lining, and poured into the Confucian Temple with sharp blades in their hands.

Several internal officials rushed out of the temple gate to escape for their lives, but they were hacked to death by the masked man behind him.

The rest of the officials retreated step by step at a loss, and the masked man entered the temple and opened a killing spree, but there was no one left alive.

The officials and palace ladies crowded and retreated to the platform of the Confucian Temple where Emperor Han Xian was, Hua Wenxuan took out the iron whip on his waist and stood at the only entrance of the platform, holding on to this section of the stairs.

The officials and palace maids who fled in panic crowded around Hua Wenxuan like sardines, and Hua Wenxuan was there like an iron nail, staring at the masked man who was climbing the stairs.

The masked man also seemed to know Hua Wenxuan's ability, with leather guards in his hands, leather armor on his body, and all the blades were actually wooden handles.

Several masked people standing in the front took the lead in rushing forward, brandishing swords and attacking strongly, Hua Wenxuan turned his whip into a long staff, and responded cautiously, and the sound of soldiers staggered everywhere. Fortunately, the steps here are the only shortcut to climb the platform of the Taikong Temple, Hua Wenxuan choked this only way, although there are more than 100 masked people, they can't stretch out, and they can only be three people at a time.

Hua Wenxuan held the staff in his hand, urging the strength in his hand, and the electric current visible to the naked eye surrounded the dark iron staff, and the electric sparks that were stimulated were stirred with each blade intersecting, which was stained with leather goods, and also made the person who was hit by the trick a spirit, but it was far from the extent that it made people numb and fall to the ground.

Hua Wenxuan relied on the captain of the weapon, and it took a lot of effort to get the first wave of three people, and the three people behind him moved forward again.

It seems that this group of masked people is determined to die, even if they use wheel warfare, they will trap Hua Wenxuan in this Confucian Temple.

More than 100 masked people, in a row of three or three, stood neatly on the steps, without a trace of panic and nervousness, all staring at Hua Wenxuan, who was fighting one against three in front of him.

Hua Wenxuan was hurriedly dealing with the siege of the three people, and when he saw the masked people who were looking at him in unison, he couldn't help but panic in his heart.

A masked man holding a horse chopping knife saw that there was a gap, rushed forward, dodged the iron whip swept by Hua Wenxuan, came behind Hua Wenxuan, and was about to make a move, when a short sword suddenly gushed out with a mouthful of blood in the black armor.

Emperor Han Xian wore a crown of pearls on his head and a sacrificial robe, and pulled out a bloody short sword inlaid with several pieces of white marble from that man's mouth with one hand.

Emperor Han Xian kicked the masked man who died tragically down the steps, and sneered at Hua Wenxuan, who was shocked in place, "I, Liu Xie, am the blood of Gaozu, how can I sit back and watch the rebellious ministers and thieves show off here!" Emperor Han Xian glared at the group of masked people and scolded loudly: "You group of ant villains! Don't you just want me to be on the top level! He threw the crown down the steps and said, "Then come forward and get it!" The descendants of the Liu family are not cowardly and fearless rats! ”

Liu Xie took a step forward, stood side by side with Hua Wenxuan, and said with a smile: "I am not the Son of Heaven today, but a mortal who seeks to live!"

Liu Xie and Hua Wenxuan glanced at each other, "Until Fang Cai, survival made me let go of the emperor's burden, I actually felt very relaxed, maybe I was born not to be the Son of Heaven, if it wasn't for Dong Zhuo's abolition of his father and brother, maybe I, Liu Xie, am also a happy prince, really, why bother to be born in the emperor's family!" ”

Hua Wenxuan's heart sank, if this Liu Xie hadn't been in this troubled world, maybe he might really be a good emperor, and it is unknown to become the emperor of Zhongxing!

The masked men were not impressed by Liu Xie's generous statement, and they still rushed up the steps one after another, brandishing various blades to attack Hua Wenxuan and Emperor Xian of Han.

Fortunately, Emperor Han Xian stood on Hua Wenxuan's side, so that Hua Wenxuan no longer had to panic to parry the attack of the weak side. It's just that this successive wheel battle made the two gradually lose their impassioned talent.

Liu Xie was wearing a sacrificial costume, with wide sleeves, inconvenient to wield, and several knives on his arm, so he simply found a gap and took a few steps back, took a few laps around his wide sleeves on his arm, took a square scarf and tied it, and cut off the placket of his robe with a short sword, kicked off the long shoes that were a little stumbling under his feet, turned over and fought.

The fires on all sides had gradually surrounded, and the billowing wolf smoke shrouded the entire Confucian Courtyard in mist, and the frightened screams of the officials and palace maids and the Jin Ge on the side of Hua Wenxuan and Liu Xie were staggered, making the Confucian Temple of the original scholarly sect as terrifying as the Shura Field.

Hua Wenxuan's thunder and lightning power was restrained by the leather protective gear of this group of masked people, and because Liu Xie was by his side, he couldn't launch it wantonly, and the battle situation was also in a stalemate.

The number of masked people is getting smaller and smaller, and Liu Xie and Hua Wenxuan occupy a favorable location, condescending to two against three, and they do not suffer a loss in the situation. It seems that Zang Ba only counted Hua Wenxuan, but he didn't take Liu Xie seriously at all.

As the number of people decreased significantly, several masked people standing on the back side looked at each other for a moment, and slowly retreated towards the temple gate.

Hua Wenxuan and Liu Xie were exhausted, gasping for breath and glaring at these people.

The remaining masked people of less than ten people slowly retreated to the temple gate, took out the fire fold from their arms, and the officials piled up the bookcases at the door and lit them, and then led the fire to the pine and cypress trees around the temple.

After a while, the entire Confucian Temple was shrouded in a sea of fire, Liu Xie smiled miserably and glanced at the masked corpses that covered the entire steps, threw the short sword in his hand to the ground, and sighed.

The smoke in the air was causing everyone to cough violently, and the temperature around them was slowly soaring, and the flames were about to consume all life here.