Another strong man pushed him and roared: "I like this, don't rob me later, I'll be the first to go up, open her lotus skirt, and everyone will see if there is a mole on her." ”

Listening to these unscrupulous fantasies about herself, Xiao Yao felt unprecedented anger, and at the same time some sadness, she imagined that if she was one of the most ordinary palace maids in the Nanwu Palace, how helpless she would be in the face of these "mighty masters"?

Her face flushed, and her eyes almost burst into flames.

"You doggy melon skin! Boss! You're a piece......"

She never thought that she would be so angry, as a lady in Chang'an, she has been educated since she was a child, and she has kept in mind the scolding words of the small people in Chang'an, but she has never said it, but only today, she can't wait to spit out all those swear words.

But I still don't think it's enough.

So she remembered the scolding words of the Nanwu people she heard along the way, so she added them all.

"that! Zongsang Furu ......"

Listening to her skillful Chang'an swear words, as well as the lame Nanwu swearing, those Northern Tang people were stunned.

Then a voice broke the brief silence:

"This girl has a beautiful face, a good figure, and such a pungent personality, I like it, I think the master in this palace is a great beauty in the world, and her temperament is endless, I really want to see it immediately."

"Oh? Is Hongu's temperament really so weird? ”

There was a slight mockery in the Guangxia Palace, and there was a supreme and arrogant voice.

Li Xiyun's bright red dress mopped the floor, and the warm wind on her side stirred her waist-length like waterfall green silk.

She stepped on the exquisitely patterned white jade slabs, came to the door of the palace, and glanced condescendingly at these men from the Northern Tang Dynasty who had come to claim to see her.

Her arrogance seems to be innate, and she doesn't need the foil of gorgeous things such as gold hairpins and jade pendants to exist naturally.

The Northern Tang soldiers here had never had the opportunity to see her with their own eyes before, but now it was the first time.

But it only takes one glance and another hearing of her voice, and they know that it is her, not someone else.

The lieutenant's body shuddered a little, and there was fear, joy, confusion, and so much more in his eyes.

He trembled and fell to his knees, and said in a trembling voice:

"Please...... Her Royal Highness the Princess, please ...... in peace."

……

……

Layers of corpses were piled on top of blood, flowing into a hellish world.

Under the wind platform, in front of the Qiming Palace, the bones are like mountains, and the blood flows like a river.

The Northern Tang and Southern Wu people lay together, indistinguishable from each other.

The forbidden army is finally dead, and the Northern Tang people have paid the same price as them.

The emperor on the wind platform looked down on the huge square in front of the palace, as well as the magnificent Qiming Palace.

The emperor in the Qiming Hall held the armrest of the dragon chair tightly, probably because he knew that as long as he let go, he would no longer be able to hold it.

The banner of Nanwu is still being displayed.

The tall figure in battle armor soaked in blood held a knife in one hand, kept holding the flagpole in his hand, and looked down coldly at the Northern Tang army under the steps.

The black-pressed troops stepped on the ground and forced themselves in front of him.

General Weiyuan rode his horse and separated the army, came to the bottom of the steps, looked up at the man, and said:

"Guan Yanyue, you are defeated, everything is completely over."

Guan Yanyue looked at the huge square in front of the palace, there was not a single Southern Wu soldier, only the Northern Tang people who were approaching, and there was a faint sadness in her heart.

Southern Wu used to be the army that shook the world, and he was the only one left.

"Why don't the men take Wu Hook and collect the ...... of Guanshan Fifty Prefectures"

He said softly, his eyes moistened.

Then, his eyes sparkled.

"The banner is still there!" He shouted.

He shook the Wu hook knife.

"Wu Dao, it's still there!"

He patted his chest, which was covered with blood-curdled armor.

"Iron armor, it's still there!"

He is Guan Yanyue, not a nobody who doesn't know the height of the sky.

His words and actions did not make the people of the Northern Tang Dynasty feel ridiculous, but were filled with high respect.

General Weiyuan looked at him silently and slowly raised his Tang sword.

He swung his knife forward and ordered, "Kill him." ”

The black-pressed Northern Tang army formed an array and pressed forward.

They will give Guan Yanyue the last dignity and let him fight to the death.

Guan Yanyue, the last army commander of Southern Wu, made a sonorous sound, and the tip of Wu's hook knife left the ground.

He was still like a lion, and he roared.

The armor of the Northern Tang Dynasty was shaken by this deafening roar, and the people showed a look of horror.

Li Zenan, who was at the height of Linfeng Terrace, looked at this big man of the Guan family with a smile, and there was some emotion in his eyes.

The array like a city wall pushed up the high steps in front of the Qiming Palace.

Guan Yanyue took a step forward and stood in front of the banner.

Facing the shields huddled together, as well as the spears like hedgehogs that pierced out of the shields, the Wu hook knife in his hand was full of terrifying power.

His helmet was worn out, so he threw it away, and the mighty breath made his long hair dance wildly.

He's like a martial god!

He wielded a knife.

Without any strange moves, facing an almost seamless array, he slashed directly at the shield.

Wu Hook Knife carried the power of sparks and thunder, and where it passed, the thick shield was dragged out of a straight crack.

The spear flew over, blood mixed with corpses fell, and at the front of the tight array, Wu Hook Knife split three shields in half, and even the soldiers behind the shields were chopped to death.

Guan Yanyue let out another roar.

His body flew into the air, then stomped on the shield that leaned up behind him in an attempt to defend against him.

"Card Eraser"

The boots of luck tore the shield apart, and the soldiers below flew backwards with blood.

The frightened and inexplicable Northern Tang people tried to adjust the array, so that the dense spear tips could meet it, so that Guan Yanyue could not avoid it.

But Guan Yanyue didn't give them a chance to surround them, his Wu hook knife was like the blade of heaven and earth, overturning the array, and everywhere he passed, his shield and armor were cracked, and blood flew wildly.

General Wei Yuan looked at this commander with one enemy from afar, nodded and said softly: "It is indeed a formidable tiger......

The Qiming Hall has been surrounded by tens of thousands of troops, and Guan Yanyue has only one person, in a sense, everything he has done is completely meaningless, but he can't stop, he has vowed to fight until the last moment, to express his allegiance to the new emperor in the Qiming Palace.