Han Zhuo's footsteps still did not stop, walking opposite the halberd array. The halberd that stretched out in front of him was about to pierce his chest at the sight of it.

The ten guards roared at the same time, and at the same time waved the halberd in their hands. or push forward, or pull back, or sweep. Even though the ten halberds were crammed into the same small space, there was no collision with each other in the slightest. Each halberd was aimed at a vital point on Han Zhuo's body.

But the moment the halberd blade touched Han Zhuo's chest, he suddenly exhaled, his chest contracted with exhalation, and then twisted sideways for half a circle in a strange and indescribable posture.

And then...... The combined attack of ten halberds, which seemed to have no dead ends, was easily avoided by him.

Although the footsteps of the lower half of his body were not chaotic at all, Han Zhuo's upper body had already passed through the sharp edge in front of the halberd formation and was close to the ten guards.

The long sword swung, and blood splattered.

When the ten halberd-wielding guards also fell, Han Zhuocai turned his head and glanced at Zhang Chong, who was sitting opposite Wang Mang.

Just one glance made Zhang Chong's heart feel an irrepressible chill.

At first sight, the young man's eyes were nothing more than indifference.

But at that glance, Zhang Chong clearly saw that his eyes had turned completely gray-white. There is no difference between the pupils and the whites of the eyes, but the entire eyes are like stone statues, without luster.

Not to mention, his ghostly skills......

Zhang Chong was trembling. He couldn't believe that the twenty-two dead soldiers he had carefully recruited and cultivated had the strength to fight even in the face of hundreds of ordinary soldiers. However, under the sword of this young man in black, he couldn't even go for a round.

Not even qualified as an opponent!

This...... What a monster this is!

After Han Zhuo glanced at Zhang Chong, he turned his head again and walked towards the door.

The bowstring sounded, followed by the sound of arrows breaking through the air.

Those were the last three Huns, shooting at Han Zhuo from the rooftop.

Originally, in Zhang Chong's opinion, his plan should be extremely perfect.

Four Northland rangers assaulted Wang Mang from behind the screen.

At the main entrance, five guards held knives and attacked the rangers.

The remaining ten guards held halberds and guarded the hall door to prevent Wang Mang from escaping under the guard.

The last three Huns were ambushed on the rooftops. If Wang Mang is really lucky enough to escape from the banquet hall, he will be greeted by a large wave of arrows.

Although there were only three of them, the three Huns were the best archers in the tribe. In an instant, everyone could rain down a bag full of forty arrows on the enemy.

Now, however, Zhang Chong no longer has any hope for them.

The sound of breaking through the air only stopped for less than a moment.

Han Zhuo walked slowly from outside the hall, and on his left hand, he was holding three heads. The long sword in his right hand pointed diagonally downward, and blood was still slowly dripping from the tip of the sword.

Han Zhuo flicked it lightly, and the three Hun heads in his left hand had already rolled in front of Zhang Chong.

Twenty-two people, at last, all perished.

"So, ...... Jimonro"

It was only at this time that Wang Mang stood up and walked across the banquet hall towards the seat in front of him.

"There is no ...... Afterhand, right? ”

Wang Mang stood in front of Zhang Chong, squatted down, held the wine jug in front of him, and didn't use the wine glass, just put his mouth on the spout, took a long sip, put down the wine jug, looked at Zhang Chong and smiled slightly.

Zhang Chong's face was like ashes, his eyes wandered away from Wang Mang's eyes, and he only stared at the three Hun heads on the ground that had just been dropped by Han Zhuo.

After a long time, he spoke, his voice hoarse and dry: "This person ...... Who is it? ”

"You say...... Han Zhuo? Wang Mang turned his head to look at Han Zhuo and smiled: "It's just my guard." ”

"There is such a ...... in the world So ......" Zhang Chong opened his mouth for a long time, but finally couldn't come up with a suitable word to describe the young man in black named Han Zhuo, and finally could only sigh and look at Wang Mang: "It's me...... Lost. ”

After using all his strength, after saying this, Zhang Chong's mood suddenly became extremely calm. I have never been so calm in my life.

Now, he doesn't have to be nervous anymore.

"Do you have any last words to tell?" Wang Mang nodded and asked.

Zhang Chong looked up at Han Zhuo: "Killing me this day is not a crime of war." If it weren't for him...... You're already dead here! But even if I die here today......"

Speaking of this, Zhang Chong turned his face again and looked directly at Wang Mang: "You also have to remember that the Han will never die!" It won't die at your hands! Even if you succeed for a while, but there are so many people with lofty ideals in the world, how can you Wang Mang kill them all? ”

"Then ...... I'll kill you first. Wang Mang raised the wine jug again, took a long sip, and then paused heavily on the case, and a wave of pride emerged in his eyes: "The wheel of history is rolling forward, and there are more than 10 million ants crushed to death?" Among them, there is not much of a Zhang Chong for you! ”

Wang Mang's voice fell, a cold light flashed, and the sword in Han Zhuo's hand had already been shot.

Zhang Chong's expression instantly froze on his face, his eyes widened, and he almost flew out of his sockets.

On his neck, a thin red line appeared. The blood stains gradually spread little by little, like ink dripping into the clear water.

However, Zhang Chong's consciousness still did not disappear, and he only felt a chill in his neck. The sword was so fast, so fast that even though it had severed his neck, it didn't immediately take his life.

"By the way, Jimenlang, don't you really want to know what is in this box?"

Wang Mang put his head to Zhang Chong's ear, whispered softly, and then opened the ebony box that had been placed in front of Zhang Chong: "Then, look down yourself." ”

Zhang Chong stiffly moved his neck and looked down.

But when his eyes touched the open box, he was surprised to find that the box was empty.

Then, it was dark.

As he lowered his head, the red thread suddenly expanded, thickened, and finally cracked. Zhang Chong's head also began to slide slowly along the red line, landing exactly in the open box.

Blood spurted upwards from his neck like a fountain and then rained down.

Wang Mang didn't care about it, let the blood spill on the top of his head, stretched out his hand and gently closed the lid of the box, making a crisp soft sound.

Then Wang Mang stood up, and when he turned around, Wang Mu had already stood behind him and took over the ebony box he had brought by himself.

"But you have to hold it with your heart. This is...... A gift for the Empress Dowager. ”

Wang Mang raised his eyebrows and smiled at Wang Mu.