The Ming Dynasty was founded in the fourth year, late autumn. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Above the sky, in the dark clouds as heavy as lead, thunder and lightning flashed.

Thunder and lightning glowing blue swam through the dark clouds, as if a beast was lurking in the clouds.

The thunder gradually faded, but the high-pitched and loud thunder sound was endless, as if it was a sign that a shocking rainstorm was about to sweep the entire imperial city.

In the magnificent palace, in front of the golden hall, a blue-clothed eunuch was kneeling tremblingly in front of the palace gate.

His face was slightly pale, and the corners of his mouth were trembling faintly.

He looked at the seemingly majestic but lonely back in front of him, and said respectfully.

"The Emperor .. Your Majesty, King Yan's army is almost outside the city. But at present, the army of King Qin has not yet arrived, and although there are thousands of soldiers and horses in the imperial city, it is absolutely impossible to stop the army of King Yan, Your Majesty."

The person in front of the eunuch, wearing a golden dragon robe and a gold-edged winged crown, has just passed the year of his establishment, he is already the master of this palace, and he is the master of this world.

But at this time, he has long lost the high-spirited appearance he had four years ago.

He seemed a little depressed and a little sad.

With his hands behind his back, he turned around and looked at the dragon chair in the hall, at the seat where he had only sat for four years.

Thick black clouds rolled in the air, and the sound of thunder seemed to carry a sense of sadness and anger.

He was helpless and angry.

So, seeing him loud and no one around, he seemed to want to shout out all the unhappiness of the past few years.

"I was born in the palace and grew up in the palace. Now I want to die, and I am looking at this palace that only belongs to me, my world. Leave it into the hands of others. I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled"

The blue-clothed eunuch kneeling on the ground had never seen the emperor so crazy.

He was so scared that his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

But now he can only comfort the emperor in distress.

"Your Majesty, the slave begs you to leave the palace. As long as you get out of this palace, out of this imperial city. When he unites everywhere in the future, he will definitely be able to return to the capital, Your Majesty."

Having said that, how can it be so easy to get out of this capital and want to come back?

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At this time, in the corner tower above the north city gate, a young soldier in bright silver armor was holding the spear in his hand with both hands, and his eyes were restlessly staring at the mountain range north of the city gate.

He had already heard from the general that King Yan's army would reach the city today.

He also knew that this little force in the imperial city was not enough to stop the rebels.

But he is not afraid, and he can't be afraid, because in this city, there is his father and mother.

Suddenly, a black intent appeared from under his nose.

This black color seemed to be connected to the dark clouds in the sky, making the imperial city, which was already difficult to see the light of day, even darker.

It didn't take long for the black intent to get closer and clearer.

And this is the Ming Dynasty, the army from the north.

Three thousand Mongolian Duoyanwei, wearing black armor and black horses, rode in the lead, and 50,000 heavy infantry held long knives, followed by shields.

With the sound of a "rumbling" stampede, the army marched five hundred paces in front of the city gate and then stopped in a neat formation, no longer advancing, but looking at the closed city gate from afar, waiting for the commander's order.

When the soldiers in the corner tower saw the banner in the distance, they quickly lit the wolf smoke and turned to report it.

Several large flags with swallow characters fluttering in the wind, as if announcing to the army in the city who is the real dragon and tiger division of the Ming Dynasty.

On the city wall, the archers were already in their positions, and their bows were already equipped with arrow feathers.

But most of the soldiers' hands trembled in their bows, as their hearts trembled, as if they were thinking about how many arrows they would have to use to shoot the enemy outside the gates, to repel them, and to defend the city of which they were once so proud.

"All the soldiers in the city obey the order. King Yan led his army south to King Qin to crusade against traitors and thieves in the court. You will quickly open the city gate and help me Wang Qingjun's side." Hundreds of soldiers outside the city were shouting in unison towards the city.

Then, I saw a middle-aged man wearing a purple brocade robe, eyebrows like a sleeping dragon, and golden eyes in the array, and rode out slowly.

The soldiers on the tower knew who this man was.

Except for King Yan himself, who would dare to ignore this city so swaggeringly.

Because, this imperial city, the whole world, was also beaten down by his father.

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When he had reached a hundred paces outside the city gate, he suddenly stopped, and closed his eyes outside the gate, in front of everyone.

Immediately afterward, everyone present felt that a strong wind was coming from all directions.

The wind was so strong that it gave birth to a scene of wind and clouds.

At the same time, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi outside the city suddenly frantically and wantonly converged towards it at this moment.

Seeing that the comers were ignoring this city of the Son of Heaven, the commander of the city defenders had suppressed his awe in his heart, and instead resolutely waved his flag and ordered.

"Shoot the arrows".

A hurried sound of trumpets was heard from the city gates, followed by a chorus of "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sounded.

The archers above the city gate had already opened their bows and shot their arrows at the man on the horse in front of the city gate.

After a loud "boom", the vitality of heaven and earth gathered around King Yan in a spiral like the water of a river bursting its embankment.

And the dust under the horse also spreads out in a circle.

He seemed to want to suck all the vitality of the whole world into his body.

With the momentum of the convergence of vitality, the arrows shot from the city gate were like a black rainstorm, and they rained down on the horse like a crazy rain.

This scene is very shocking and terrifying. Because these thousands of black arrow feathers were just shot at one person.

But a scene that puzzled all the soldiers in the city appeared like this.

All the black arrows that shot out were frozen in a place outside the man's body, and no further advance was allowed, and no feathers fell to the ground.

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At the same time, above the gate of the palace, an old man in a cloth robe was standing next to a man wearing a five-clawed golden dragon suit, looking at the city gate several miles away with a worried expression.

And when he felt the place where the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi gathered, his brows were already tightly locked.

And this lock, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were a little deeper, and it looked as if he was going to fall down in the next moment.

The old man's cloudy eyes revealed a look of worry.

He looked at the man in front of him and said sincerely, "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness King Yan is so deep that it is rare in the world. Right now, he is breaking through the gates, but there is no one in this imperial city who can stop him."

The man, who looked a little sluggish, stared at the old man with stern eyes, as if with the slightest glimmer of hope, asked weakly.

"Taishi, you have been in the fourth grade for many years. Can't even you stop him? ”。

The old man already looked like he was about to die at this time. Bounched, hunchbacked, bearded and white. If you just saw this old man on the street, no one would recognize him as one of the few fourth-rank martial artists in the world.

But judging from the tone of the man's voice, this old man did not seem to be as weak as he seemed from the outside.

The old man looked at the lonely young emperor, a little sentimental.

But in the end, he said leisurely.

"Before his death, the first emperor entrusted the emperor to his ministers. But the old minister is old, and his cultivation has regressed with the aging of his body. At this moment, if it was ten years ago, Lao Chen would still be able to fight with King Yan, who had just made a breakthrough. But now, the old minister can only buy a moment for the emperor at most."

As he spoke, the old man stepped forward and stood side by side with the emperor.

At this moment, if it were usual, his behavior would already be considered a big rebellion.

But he didn't care about the last moment of etiquette, but looked at the city with affection.

I saw him sigh weakly, "Let's go..... Your Majesty".

The voice just fell. The old man didn't wait for the man to answer, he had already exerted his legs and took off in the direction of Beicheng.

Only the man's declining figure was left above the imperial city.

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Half an hour later, the archers at the gates of the northern city had shot all the arrows in the basket.

The figure of the man was long lost in front of the city gate, leaving only a huge semi-circular black ball.

If you look closely, you can see that the black ball is actually caused by a black arrow feather. Thousands of black arrows all stayed a few meters away from the man's body, thus forming the semi-circular black ball.

After the soldiers on the tower of the city had finished shooting the arrows, they found that the thousands of arrows had no effect on the person in front of them, so that their hearts, which were already trembling with nervousness, became even more uneasy.

Compared with the panicked soldiers on the city tower, the Yan army outside the city was looking at the city tower five hundred steps away with high morale. It seems that these last 500 steps are the road to becoming an official and becoming a knight.

"His Royal Highness King Yan's skill is really unfathomable. Once the border is broken today, there will be no one in this city who can stop its edge." A bald-headed monk in an earthy yellow robe riding on a black horse said secretly in his heart.

"Boom"

With the sound of thunder in the air, the man on the horse opened his eyes.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi he was in suddenly stopped gathering at this time.

Streams of golden qi gushed out from his body.

Then, all the arrows outside his body were bounced away, and they were shot at the soldiers at the city gates.

And outside the city gate, his resolute face was revealed, and his eyes were sharper than a sword.

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