The rain is unabated, and there are even signs of intensifying.

The sound of the death knell has faded away.

The black and suppressed Shenwu army was still kneeling there, no one looked up, and General Guanying was here, they no longer needed to kill Li Xianyue under psychological pressure, so sending His Majesty on the last ride became the only action.

Li Xianyue looked in the direction of the dormitory and didn't speak for a long time.

He had shed tears for his own father, but now, he didn't know if there were tears in the rain on his face.

An era is over.

He is still alive and will soon die.

General Guanying slowly turned his face back, his head was full of silver threads, and the rain drops fell to the ground, and he seemed to have aged a lot in a trance.

He was a veteran of two dynasties and would soon become a patriarch of three dynasties.

But this was not the result he expected, and living longer than his own monarch was not the highest honor.

His Majesty has died, and he doesn't need to have too much psychological burden now, he just needs to do one last thing.

Guan Kuo is just a clown who jumps off the beam, and there are thousands of people who want to kill him, and he doesn't need to do it at all.

But Li Xianyue is a big trouble, until so many things happened tonight, between him and Li Zenan, only one can be left, otherwise, the prince who has been supported by hundreds of thousands of troops feels terrible to think about.

So Li Xianyue must die.

There are not many people who have the ability to kill Li Xianyue, he is one of them, although there are so many Shenwu troops here, even a sea of people can pile up Li Xianyue, but sacrificing nearly a thousand Shenwu troops to kill a Li Xianyue is really a very stupid act, Hei Baicheng did it because of stupidity, and then paid the price, doesn't General Guanying know Li Xianyue's strength?

He's not going to give up.

"Your Highness, the festival is smooth." He opened his mouth slowly, and an old voice came out of his mouth.

"Is it appropriate to say this for someone who is about to die?" Li Xianyue seemed to be showing a bit of desolation for the first time.

His father had died, and he seemed to have lost a lot of motivation.

"As I said," said General Guan Ying, "as long as you can kill me and get out alive, what happens to me will be none of my business." ”

"It's hard." Li Xianyue said.

"If you want to live, you have to do this." General Guanying carried the blood-stained black ink and stepped forward.

"Are you sarcastic about me?" Li Xianyue's body shook slightly, and his face turned even paler.

"In that case," General Guan Ying smiled, "then you will die." ”

He is a general of Guanying, he doesn't do things that he is not sure of, if he comes to do this before Li Xianyue and the Shenwu army fight, he will not necessarily succeed, but now, he cannot fail.

Li Xianyue was right, he was very hypocritical, he knew that it was impossible for Li Xianyue to escape under Wumo's blade, but he told Li Xianyue several times that the other party could live.

This is probably because he subconsciously felt a little guilty, and then gave himself a kind of psychological comfort - he gave Li Xianyue a chance, but Li Xianyue did not cherish it, so he was not wrong.

"Whew-"

The wind and rain blew through the black ink, and the whining became louder.

Li Xianyue carried the white frost and didn't make any moves, just stood in place and waited for General Guanying to kill him, as if he didn't want to waste any of his strength.

The sound of the clear sound was no more, the Shenwu Army had eroded his strength, and General Guanying had exhausted his strength.

He decided to strike the last blow, just for the ones he couldn't bear.

His lotus double.

His thousand faces.

His pity.

His brothers from the North.

The Tang Dynasty he loved deeply.

The sword light of the white frost was dazzling, and the most brilliant fireworks bloomed, just like when he was in high spirits to marry Wan Lianshuang, who was a sinking fish and a wild goose.

"Whew-"

The black light of the black ink pulled out a long tail, probably whimpering and choking.

"Dang!"

"Dang!"

……

The two knives collided wildly, and the sparks were all over the sky, and in the wind and rain, they shook the black pressure and bowed down a large area of the Shenwu army.

Blood splattered, coming from the shoulders, and the bright red blood droplets were dripping, making the surrounding rain be smeared, as if turning into a river of blood.

The severed arm fell to the ground, splashing a splash.

Looking at this bloody scene, there was an exclamation in the Shenwu Army-

"General Guanying!"

He smiled and waved his hand, but his legs were weak, and he fell to the ground on one knee, and Wumo, who was supporting his body, trembled slightly.

Opposite him, the young man slowly spoke, revealing the most shocking sorrow in his life, and said:

"You're going to regret what you've done today."

He still stood there, his eyes closed, his face full of sadness.

He's dead.

He died an unhappy death.

He was worried, he was afraid that after his death, the sudden people would invade, he was afraid that his wife and children would be treated unfairly, and he was afraid of the safety of the entire Northern Tang Dynasty.

Until his death, he never thought about inheriting the throne.

He is really fragile, he really wants to see his princess Jin and his son before he dies, and his dearest royal sister, he doesn't want to be alone, but he can't say, he can't show his cowardice, he is maintaining the strength of the Northern Frontier Army with the last trace of majesty in his life.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind was howling and bitterly cold.

General Guan Ying stood up, put the young man who refused to fall into his lap, sighed, and said, "Who let you be born in the emperor's family......

……

……

It seemed like it had been raining for a long time.

The killing intent on General Guanying's face disappeared, and only a kind face remained, and he looked at Li Xianyue's eyebrows, as if he wanted to remember him for the rest of his life.

He is like that, when the object of his jealousy is still alive, he will try to kill you, and when the dust settles, he will sigh, like an old friend who has missed you for a long time.

I don't know if this is hypocrisy or shamelessness.

In the rear of the Shenwu Army in the distance, there was a turmoil.

The soldiers, who had once knelt on the ground, began to stand up and start fighting.

General Guanying frowned, Li Xianyue had already been killed by his own hands, and General Lian Wei of Longwu had also been killed in battle, he didn't know what forces would be dying and struggling.

General Shenwu came to him, carefully bandaged him, and said softly: "Xue Zhao came over with the Yulin Army, and he couldn't tell him, he was already iron-hearted." ”

General Guanying's face sank slightly, and he asked, "How many people are there?" ”

"More than three hundred."

His expression softened slightly, and he said, "He's messing around!" ”

If Xue Zhao was really hard-hearted, then he would order the entire Yulin Army and the Shenwu Army and the surrendered Longwu Army to have a tough battle, but he only brought more than 300 people, so there was only one purpose - to vent, to vent what they had done, to vent Lin Rong's false orders to him.

(End of chapter)