A thousand black clouds rode like a long black dragon, blasting past the empty streets of Chang'an.

The heavy and not bloated heavy armor, the almost synchronous pace, and the sound of landing neatly seemed to make the entire Chang'an shake.

This is the Black Cloud Cavalry, the most legendary heavy cavalry of Dawan.

The first emperor has just died, the world is full of vegetarians, and the originally prosperous long street has become much deserted, and even the singing and dancing in Pingkangfang have disappeared.

The sparse crowd on the long street looked at the thousand black iron horses, whistling away behind a dusty young man, all showing curiosity, guessing where the black cloud riders went.

A quarter of an hour later, outside the Xiangwang Mansion.

Xu Mingyuan, who was sitting on horseback, looked at the atmospheric Xiangwang Mansion, the gate was closed, and hundreds of Yulin troops surrounded the Xiangwang Mansion, which was called protection, but in fact it was surrounded.

Han Hongtao stepped forward and whispered a few words to the deputy general of the Yulin Army, and after showing the holy decree, the Yulin Army who stopped in front of the gate of the mansion withdrew to both sides, revealing the gate of the mansion.

Han Hongtao rode back, nodded at Xu Mingyuan, and looked at Xu Mingyuan with some fanaticism.

"Xiangwangfu, the men who are higher than the wheels will be killed! Female dependents should not be humiliated, violators, beheaded! Xu Mingyuan slowly pulled out the Qingshuang long sword from his waist and said loudly.

"Kill!" Xu Mingyuan's long sword was raised above his head, and he grabbed the horse's belly and rushed towards the gate of the palace.

"Kill!" A thousand black cloud riders shouted at the same time, and the three riders were side by side, charging away with Xu Mingyuan.

The heavy vermilion gate was closed, and there were many shadows behind the crack in the door, there should be a lot of people who used their bodies and heavy objects to support the gate, and without a battering ram or something, it would be difficult to break this gate in a short time, let alone use cavalry to break it open.

Of course, this is normal, and for Xu Mingyuan, this is not a problem.

When he was still three zhang away from the gate, the green frost in Xu Mingyuan's hand slashed out of thin air, and a one-zhang long cyan arc sword qi draped diagonally on the vermilion gate.

Almost at the same time, the second sword qi also slashed above the gate, forming a cross.

Then the gate was broken, and the stones and people behind the gate were also broken, and with a bang, there was nothing in front of the door, and a one-zhang wide road appeared in front of Xu Mingyuan and Heiyunqi.

Wood chips and stone dust flew all over the sky, accompanied by blood and stumps.

Xu Mingyuan squinted slightly, and killed the three second-grade little masters with the highest strength in the palace with three swords, grabbed the reins of the horse, and looked at the people in the palace who fell under the black cloud riding spear, with a calm expression.

The alternation of that seat is always accompanied by bloody rain.

People who have the opportunity to sit in that chair are always reluctant to give up the opportunity to look down on all beings, so many people die because of this, and it is inevitable.

Of course, if the person who sat on that seat back then was King Xiang, and Emperor Yan had not seized the throne under the deception of Mr. Xu and Gu Qingxuan, maybe there would have been no bloodshed in Chang'an twenty-five years ago, and there would be no similar scene to twenty-five years ago.

There are not so many ifs in this world, so the damned still have to die, and some things cannot be said to be merciful after all.

Half an hour later, Heiyun rode to the front yard with the ladies in King Xiang's mansion and the children who were no taller than wheels.

Among them were noble ladies dressed in brocade, maids dressed in light garments, and servants dressed in coarse cloth. At this time, the flowers are discolored, the clothes are untidy, but there is no difference between weekdays.

Everyone looked frightened and sad, huddled together with each other, looking at Xu Mingyuan riding on horseback in the midst of the black clouds, they were afraid and resentful.

Xu Mingyuan's expression remained unchanged, his eyes swept through the crowd, and finally settled on a purple-clothed woman who was a little stunned and holding a guqin in her arms, and beckoned gently.

The woman in purple seemed to come back to her senses, walked out of the crowd, walked to Xu Mingyuan's horse, bowed to the ground, and burst into tears.

"I'll pick you up." Xu Mingyuan said softly, took two steps forward with the horse's belly, leaned over and hugged the slender waist of the woman in purple, placed it horizontally in front of him, turned the horse's head and rode slowly in the direction of the gate.

"The black cloud rider returns to the camp to rest, and this place is handed over to the Vermilion Bird Room and the Xuanwu Room." Xu Mingyuan rode out of the road let by the Yulin Army, and said loudly without looking back.

Outside the Xiangwang Mansion, two rows of blue-clothed people with long knives hanging from their waists stood with their hands tied, watching Xu Mingyuan come out of the Xiangwang Mansion with the purple-clothed woman in his arms, with a fanatical expression.

Soon, a thousand black cloud horsemen came out of the Xiangwang Mansion, from the west city, and returned to the camp to rest. (To be continued.) )