Emperor Ling laughed very happily, he didn't speak, he just raised his sleeves slightly, and the originally quiet palace of Chang'an City suddenly became lively.

Countless footsteps sounded, dense like an incomparably tense piece of music filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Countless Yulin guards poured out from all directions, surrounding the huge Begonia Palace inside and out.

The murderous aura of Jin Ge Iron Horse swept through this rich and noble land full of gold and jade, and the situation became tense for a while, and the faces of everyone who followed the King of Chu changed.

Of course, those teenagers from the city within the city of Shangwu Pavilion in Western Chu did not have any expression, this was the spirit of Shangwu Pavilion, only to die in battle, without fear, even if they were just cunning rabbits who never came out of Sanhu Prefecture.

Emperor Ling smiled and said, "King Chu, I've been waiting for today for a long time. ”

His emotions were a little excited, and he looked at the King of Chu who was surrounded by his own army, and his heart was infinitely happy.

And the only one who will be able to do these armies is the father of Empress Fu Shou, Lord Fu Lian, who is also Emperor Ling's closest confidant.

Xiao Guizi, the unfathomable head of the East Palace, didn't know when he appeared next to Emperor Ling, watching all this quietly, like a passerby, without any emotion.

Emperor Ling said: "I think I am inferior to you, even if I was born in the emperor's family, I was just a ridiculous puppet from birth, and what about you? ”

"Even though I am very unwilling and don't want to be a puppet in your hands, I have asked myself in my heart, why am I fighting with you, why am I fighting with you. When Emperor Ling said this, he suddenly laughed sadly, not like a high emperor, but like a poor person whose life was full of helplessness and sadness.

But if today's sons are all pitiful people, then who else is not a pitiful person in the world of the Han Dynasty?

But the next moment, the young man in the dragon robe suddenly laughed again: "Fortunately, no matter how many times of helplessness and grief in the middle of the night, no matter how many days and nights of pain and despair, I have never given up the plan to kill you and regain the country of the Han family and the world of the Liu family, and finally ushered in this day." ”

Looking at that immature face, such a bright and gentle smile, many people found that the Spirit Emperor, a seemingly naïve child, was really happy today.

Wang An's expression has always been very calm, like a deep and wide sea.

"Do you think you'll win?" he asked.

Emperor Ling looked at Wang An and suddenly smiled brightly: "King Chu, although you are indeed very strong, even strong beyond our cognition, but you are not a god in the end, as long as you are not a god, you can be defeated and killed." ”

"Although I don't know what happened in the battle of Zhan Liang, Jiangdong suddenly formed an alliance with you, Yizhou Liu Xuan and Xiliang were all annihilated by you, and the master of Jiangdong left a request to hand over Jiangdong to you and disappeared, but I know that you were not lightly injured in the battle of Zhan Liang, and it was very serious. Emperor Ling said with a slight smile.

"Among the people in the imperial dining room and the decoction of medicine, I have my eyeliner, and now your dosage is also very large, so you are now seriously injured, and you are no longer the wise and martial you used to be, so I have a chance to kill you, and I will also seize this opportunity. Emperor Ling was very happy to say the words that he had wanted to say in his heart for a long time.

Wang An looked around, glanced at the crowds of Yu Linwei, and asked curiously, "Do you really think that these people want to kill me?"

Emperor Ling smiled slightly, and said very calmly: "Even you, if you are seriously injured, it is impossible for you to be the enemy of the entire world. ”

Wang An nodded undeniably and said, "It is indeed impossible for my current situation to be the enemy of the world, but you cannot represent the whole world. ”

Emperor Ling was a little displeased, frowned and said: "I am the lord of the Later Han Dynasty, the true son of heaven in this world, the body of the true dragon, why can't I represent this world?"

Wang An was silent for a while, and said with a smile: "You are still so naïve, so you want more people to bully less people?"

Emperor Ling hated others saying that he was naïve, especially since this sentence still came out of the mouth of the King of Chu, and now that Wang An said it in front of him, it naturally made him extremely angry and ashamed.

The Spirit Emperor, who was so angry, said with a blue face: "I just want more people to bully less, so what?"

When Wang An heard this, he smiled slightly, and a bone flute that exuded a cold aura appeared in his hand.

For a while, the temperature around the Begonia Palace was even colder than the coldest snow in those days, and it was bitterly cold.

With the sound of the flute, countless sword intents spread out from Wang An's side, slashing countless swords in the surrounding air, and countless deep sword marks appeared on the ground.

At this time, the Begonia Palace turned out to be like a huge monster coming to life, and its scene was very similar to the scene where the guardian saint of Xiliang named "Kill" came to life.

So the people who experienced the battle of the First Battle of Faliang changed their faces.

In fact, this Begonia Palace is naturally not the kind of patron saint hidden here, he is just a huge organ palace.

In fact, even the current owner of the Begonia Palace, Hongliu, didn't know that this huge palace would be such a city.

When the Begonia Palace rose from the ground, a door suddenly appeared on the high staircase.

The gate was huge, like the gate of a city.

Of course, this door does not enter the Begonia Palace.

As the sound of the flute became more and more melodious, the killing intent became stronger and stronger, and the sword intent that was absent became denser and denser, the earth began to tremble, as if it felt something coming and was afraid.

Immediately after, in the bitter cold wind, countless iron horses rushed out of the door, waving flags like clouds.

On the top of the flags, there are huge "Chu" characters, and the pen is a dragon and snake.

The pitch of battle begins.

It was a pitched battle without any horn command.

When those cavalry soldiers rushed out of the huge bronze gate like a city gate, they began to rush towards the Yulin Guard on the Spirit Emperor's side.

It is amazing and even surprising that their formation can still be maintained so neatly without any orders.

Then, the fierce generals under Wang An began to shoot.

As usual, Ling Yue and Fu Bang were often the bravest of the people.

Wang An made a move, no one could have imagined that he would be able to make a move when he was so weak, and he would be so strong.

The bone flute that made people shudder at a glance, the bone flute with a bright red blood line in the middle, when Wang An stabbed it like a sword, it actually flashed a sharp and bright red sword light.

Is this a bone flute, or a sword?

No one can tell the story.

Emperor Ling seemed very calm, although the current situation was beyond his imagination, he was still extremely calm, not even the slightest fluster.

He took a deep look at Xiao Guizi beside him, and said, "I can't imagine that the King of Chu still has such a profound and terrifying strength under such a situation, how sure are you of dealing with him?"