Zhang Chong only felt that his lower abdomen was throbbing constantly, so painful that he even wondered if the servant had taken the wrong wine from the two tables.

Of course he knew it was impossible. But the calculation in his heart was broken by Wang Mang's words, and he was naturally nervous.

Zhang Chong was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

Photo ...... Emperor ......"

"Seriously, I think it's better to be more direct. Since you and I both know that this is a Hongmen feast, then it is better to serve the main dish as soon as possible. Wang Mang smiled and lightly clasped the table in front of him with his fingers, his voice was crisp, listening to Zhang Chong's ears, but it was like Huang Zhong Dalu: "After all, we don't have much time." ”

Wang Mang sat upright on the seat, and even his position never moved. However, in Zhang Chong's eyes, his figure was like a giant mountain that was pressing over.

Above the court, Zhang Chong has seen Wang Mang countless times, but he has never felt anything special. And when he sat opposite Wang Mang at close range so head-on, facing life and death, he was shocked to realize that he was completely overwhelmed by the man in front of him in his aura.

Wang Mang always had a smile on his face, full of indifference. It was as if what he was urging Zhang Chong to summon up quickly was not the twenty-two dead soldiers who wanted to kill him, but the dancing girls who were drinking and feasting.

Zhang Chong's fists were clenched tightly, and he even let himself hear the rattling of bone joints. After a long time, I finally let go.

He suddenly laughed.

Wang Mang may have indeed known that he was going to kill him today.

But no matter what he relied on, Zhang Chong didn't believe it, he only brought one guard, and then came to the banquet alone, and he really had the life to walk out of his house alive.

Zhang Chong clenched the wine glass in his hand and slammed it on the ground.

"Wang Mang! You're killing yourself! ”

Wang Mang looked at the wine glass rolling on the ground, although there was a smile on his face, his eyes were always cold.

Wang Mu beside him, after all, is still young and lacks calmness. Knowing that the meeting is a battle of life and death, I am still a little apprehensive in my heart.

But a heavy and powerful hand pressed on his shoulder at the right time.

"It's okay, it's going to be ...... soon It's over. You and I are just bystanders. ”

Wang Mang, who was beside him, showed a confident smile at him.

With the action of throwing the cup, several soldiers in heavy armor suddenly flashed outside the door. At the same time, the screen behind the hall was also toppled down in an instant, and several men in cloth held long swords and rushed straight towards Wang Mang.

Zhang Chong also sat on the seat and did not move.

He did everything that needed to be done, and he didn't need to move anymore, no matter what the outcome was.

If he can kill Wang Mang, he will win this game.

And if he can't kill Wang Mang, even if he runs out of this banquet hall and out of this house, can he run out of this Chang'an City?

In the same way, he just needs to sit on the seat and watch quietly.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall was almost weird.

On one side, there are samurai who are rushing from both sides, moving like rabbits.

On the other side, the three people who sat opposite each other across the banquet hall, not moving at all, just staring at each other, were as quiet as virgins.

"Han Zhuo, it's time for your performance."

Wang Mang called softly. But before he could speak, the young man behind him had already disappeared in place.

With a speed like lightning, he first rushed towards the few cloth-clothed swordsmen who rushed out after the nearest screen.

In the border area of the state, the people are already fierce, and the Hu and Han people live together, and almost everyone has a martial arts.

And these four people were recruited by Zhang Chong in Bingzhou, the most famous rangers in the local area, and also the best swordsmen.

And in advance, Zhang Chong had already explained to them very clearly - there was only one goal, and that was Wang Mang's head. Other than that, don't bother with anything.

Seeing Han Zhuo rushing towards him, the four rangers did not rush up, but three of them met Han Zhuo, while the other turned around, intending to bypass Han Zhuo and continue to rush towards Wang Mang.

Since Wang Mang doesn't know martial arts, even if he can delay the momentary time of the man in black and let his companion take off Wang Mang's head, it will be enough.

Wang Mang looked coldly at the right-hand side, and the three rangers who rushed towards him were already close at hand. And the heavily armored soldiers at the door of the hall on the left were also rushing over, but they were only a few dozen paces away.

However, he remained immovable, without the slightest evasion.

The long swords in the hands of the three rangers who greeted Han Zhuo poked out like poisonous snakes, two in the lower abdomen and one in the throat.

But none of them were fast enough.

Three screams, like poisonous snakes, the three long swords, only stabbed halfway, and then fell down like losing all life, and fell to the ground.

Because the three rangers had a shallow wound on their throats. It's not deep into the flesh, it's just like cutting the trachea. However, such a wound is enough to send them away.

Han Zhuo didn't want to waste any of his strength.

A sword stabbed out and pierced the throats of the three people in front of him, and Han Zhuo didn't even look at it again before he turned around.

The rest of the rangers, even though they heard the screams of the three companions behind them, couldn't bother to turn back.

As long as he can kill Wang Mang in front of him, he will bury his life, and it is not a pity.

The long sword stabbed out sharply, straight to Wang Mang's chest.

Even Wang Mu couldn't help but let out a short and panicked low cry from his throat, but Wang Mang was still sitting upright, not even trembling his hands.

The tip of the sword flashed, and it emerged from its chest, stained with blood.

However, it was not Wang Mang who was pierced, but the last cloth-clothed ranger.

At the last moment, Han Zhuo's sword took a step faster, piercing from behind and piercing through his chest.

The ranger's sword was only less than an inch away from Wang Mang's chest. However, no matter how hard he tried, he was never able to extract the slightest strength from his body to make the tip of the sword move forward even further.

As soon as Han Zhuo's long sword pierced, he immediately drew it and walked forward, without looking back at the four rangers who had fallen behind him.

And the ranger who was finally pierced through his chest mustered up the last bit of strength and raised his eyes to look at the young man in black for the last time.

"Good...... Hurry up ......"

It was a fast sword that he had never seen in his life, and he had never even imagined.

However, his exclamation still couldn't be said after all.

The more than ten heavily armored soldiers who rushed in at the front door were Zhang Chong's subordinate guards.

The guards were the pro-army of the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, and the object of allegiance was naturally the imperial court. However, Zhang Chong has been in the official position of Qimenlang for more than ten years, and he has always saved some of his own family funds and won over some loyal subordinates who are willing to serve him.

The fifteen guards have long been clothed completely. The first five people held the ring-headed knife and rushed towards Wang Mang. The ten people in the rear were holding halberds, blocking the door of the hall tightly, and moving forward steadily.

After the four rangers were killed, the five guards at the front had already rushed in front of Wang Mang.

It's a pity that they are facing Han Zhuo.

After all, with heavy armor, the speed of those five sword-wielding guards was far inferior to the talented Northland Ranger. Han Zhuo didn't even run in a row anymore, but just walked towards the door step by step with a long sword in his hand.

The first ring head knife slashed hard, but Han Zhuo didn't dodge. The light long sword slashed upward, and the moment it made contact with the heavy blade, there was not even a trace of collision.

The sword was attached to the blade like a lover's caressing, and finally it arced and flung it to one side.

And at the moment of throwing it away, the blade of the sword also slashed through the throat of the doorman of that period.

Blood gushed out like a fountain. The janitor clutched his throat tightly, his eyes revealing an incredible look, and slowly fell to his knees.

Han Zhuo's footsteps did not stop, and he still stepped forward step by step. His steps, steady and with a strange rhythm, like a dance, stepped on the hearts of everyone in the hall.

No matter what direction or angle the attacking ring head sword is, Han Zhuo's action is only one - swinging the sword and counterattacking.

Wang Mu was already stunned.

Although the teacher Wang Mang has absolute self-confidence, he does not hold the same confidence. He was willing to accompany the teacher, but he just came with the intention of gambling.

After all, if the teacher died, he would definitely not be able to, and there was no need to live alone.

It was only now that he understood where his teacher's confidence came from.

All five sword-wielding guards had died on the ground, each with the easiest sword to seal their throats.

The ten halberd-wielding guards in the rear were not affected at all, and still formed a stable small formation, with long halberds standing in a forest, slowly advancing forward.