Drumming and gathering

The first army was assembled, and the 50,000 army was ready to go under the leadership of Huang Yaoshi.

Soon, the second army was also neatly assembled, and it was also a camp of 50,000 people, commanded by Ouyang Feng.

Looking at the dense soldiers under the high platform, Long Xuan couldn't help but be arrogant and wanted to say something.

"Brothers, don't get drunk tonight, have a good time."

"Hey, the second that the Emperor said."

Under Long Xuan's opening, the 100,000 male soldiers were like howling wolves, they were boiling, and they almost worshiped Long Xuan.

After all, this is the legendary sword immortal, who has lived countless spring and autumn periods, and his face is still young.

On this night, the lights of thousands of homes in Xiangyang were lit, and countless people were praying for the blessings of the army, hoping that they would return safely.

On the second day, the army set off all the way and was led by two powerhouses of the fifth level.

As for the Third Route Army, Long Xuan brought a few people, such as Old Man Hong, Yi Deng, and Yang Kang.

As for Qiu Qianren, he left behind, together with Mei Chaofeng, to defend the base camp of Xiangyang City to avoid accidents.

He didn't dare to bring this guy with him, otherwise it would not be a rebellion, but a pit himself.

"Guys, look at my means."

As he spoke, Long Xuan casually pointed to the Cadre Divine Sword on his waist, and it quickly turned into a giant sword that reached the sky, covering hundreds of meters.

"This is the Excalibur Cadre of the Warring States Period?"

Huang Yaoshi was proficient in Qimen Dunjia, so he naturally recognized the legendary divine artifact, the divine sword that had been passed down for thousands of years.

Regarding Huang Yaoshi's speculation, Long Xuan nodded slightly, and then motioned for everyone to stand up, he wanted to control the flying sword to fly.

"I can't believe that I can stand on top of the flying sword of your big devil, I always call Hanako."

Speaking of Hong Qigong's sigh with an embarrassed face, there was no way that the two of them were still shouting and killing opponents a few days ago.

Starting from Xiangyang, the distance from Lin'an is not far, and it is a confused kung fu, and the kings of the Southern Song Dynasty have arrived.

It is a world-class megacity with a population of more than one million people, and especially the business is extremely prosperous.

The pedestrians inside are bustling, almost endless, with no end in sight, and a little less domineering.

"Let's go down, kill directly to the palace, and destroy the emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty."

Long Xuan looked at everyone's faint opening, and then controlled the flying sword to fly downwards and land in the crowd.

"Look, it's a flying sword, could it be that the legendary sword fairy is here."

"I heard that it is the thief in Xiangyang City, it is said that he has lived for hundreds of years, and he is a veritable old monster."

"Be quiet, this guy will die if you hear it."

The pedestrians on the road were stunned, looking at the huge flying sword, they were so frightened that they forgot to escape.

"This Heavenly Emperor is here today to destroy the Song Dynasty."

Long Xuan doesn't know what polite things to say, such as what is exhausted, those gods love to fool people like this.

"Everyone, run, the thief is coming."

Hearing Long Xuan's words, the first thought of passers-by was to flee for their lives, they were greedy for life and afraid of death, but they didn't dare to resist at all.

"Traitor...... No, where do I know where the Dragon Predecessor Palace is? ”

Hong Qigong was used to calling Long Xuan a traitor, and he was not very comfortable for a while, and he made a slip of the tongue just now.

Hong Qigong became the leading party and led everyone to the Southern Song Dynasty Palace, it seemed that this was wholeheartedly intended to help Long Xuan.

The Southern Song Dynasty is worthy of being the most tyrant era in ancient China, and the imperial palace is really resplendent and shining with infinite light.

The imperial palace in front of you borrows from the Jiangnan garden technology, and also adds the style of the northern palace.

The combination of the two makes this tall and majestic palace more and more brilliant, like the stars in the universe.

"Presumptuous, the forbidden place of the palace is not allowed to break in, and it is not a matter of killing."

The imperial guard of the palace was armed with a sharp sword, and he stopped Long Xuan and his party.

This made Long Xuan feel funny, and he couldn't do anything when he was a car.

"I said that your Southern Song Dynasty is going to die."

Long Xuan seemed to be talking to himself, and he slapped the guard just now, as easy as swatting a fly.

"Qigong seems to be very familiar with this palace, it's not the first time I've been here!"

Huang Yaoshi squinted his eyes and smiled, quipping.

"That is, the imperial food in this palace is really fragrant, and I always call Hanako itchy in my mouth."

As soon as he talked about food, Hong Qigong's eyes glowed green, like a hungry wolf, eager to pounce directly.

"There's an assassin coming, come and catch the assassin."

"Capture the Assassin ......"

Long Xuan's actions were too bright to grow up, and he slapped him directly from the palace gate and was discovered.

Countless imperial guards shouted to catch the assassins, and a large number of guards were concentrated, trying to turn the palace upside down.

"Here, this is the golden palace of the emperor's last court."

The path taken by Hong Qigong was very accurate, and they stood in one of the most glorious halls, which was full of officials.

Most of the ministers inside are fat-headed and big-eared, with a flattering appearance, which makes people can't help but vomit.

"What's the matter with you guys, you're tired of being crooked."

Some ministers pointed to Long Xuan and others, and he thought that this was a clown invited by the palace to perform acrobatics.

"I'm here to kill people and destroy the country."

Saying that, Long Xuan smiled slightly, raised his hand casually, and pointed at the guy in front of him, and his head was shattered in an instant.

Blood flew all over the Golden Palace, and in an instant, the officials in the main hall were stupid, and most of them sat on the ground.

There was an emperor above the Golden Palace, and the emperor was also frightened to the ground, trembling, how could he still look like the king of a country.

"Someone, someone, take down the assassin in front of me."

Some ministers were so panicked that they kept shouting, and they wanted to run away with oil on the soles of their feet.

"Kill me, I'm afraid God won't be able to do it."

Long Xuan smiled, raised his hand and pointed to the sky, his so-called God is the Heavenly Dao of this world.

"Click......"

Immediately after that, Long Xuan pointed at him again, and the sword aura of the six-vein divine sword soared into the sky, and the guy in front of him was smashed again, and blood sprayed wildly.

"I beg you, don't kill my ......"

The emperor on the dragon head throne was so frightened that he didn't dare to come out, and wanted to kneel on the ground and beg Long Xuan for mercy.

"Ding, Warning......"

When the emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty wanted to kneel, he rushed out a huge white dragon, which was a virtual body formed by luck.

The virtual body white dragon in front of him was already decaying and crumbling, and even his body was already mutilated.

"This is the luck of a country, and it is really extraordinary."

Ordinary people can't feel it, only the strong people above the congenital level can feel the coercion, which makes people breathless.

And this luck will not be against people under the innate world, to put it bluntly, in this world, it is only for Long Xuan.

"You don't need to kneel, the Southern Song Dynasty has decayed, it's time to perish."

Just when the emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty was about to kneel, Long Xuan used his internal force to support him, and he stood in place.

"I beg you, don't kill me, okay?"

Although he couldn't kneel, his face was weak, like Long Xuan constantly begging for mercy, and he didn't have a trace of the emperor's bearing at all.

"Death to you, bold assassin!"

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of elites have gathered outside the Golden Palace, and they are all imperial guards, and their combat effectiveness is quite good.

Strong crossbows, bows and arrows, and shield-armored warriors are ready, surrounding Long Xuan, apparently intending to kill.

(End of chapter)