The neighing of war horses outside the Xiaotai Chi Hall and the loud orders of the Turkic generals came and went, and there was an endless stream. The queen mother in the palace held the little son of heaven of the Bohai Kingdom, Da Qirong, trembling, and she couldn't stop worrying. Mu Su, the prime minister of the Bohai Kingdom, walked around the hall with a worried expression, as if he had something on his mind that could not be resolved. He knew that at this moment, there were two hundred of the most elite assassination masters of the ** Flame Sect in ambush around the main hall, and two hundred strong bows could shoot anyone who wanted to rush into the main hall into a mess of rotten flesh anytime and anywhere. There were also a hundred Flame Sect elite demons ambushed on the eaves of the main hall, and all the surrounding areas of the main hall were dead. He also knew that the north, east, and west of the main hall were full of countless traps, hidden cards, and patrols, and no one could rush here without any pretensions. However, the Xuanwu Gate directly north of the main hall was stationed with 3,000 Turkic iron horsemen, enough to cut any high-roller who dared to risk his own danger into bloody mud. The only thing that made him feel relieved was that two hours ago, the famous Arrow God Brothers had taken away more than 200 people who had been ambushed here, and he heard that there were the famous Twenty-Four Heavenly Riders under the Heavenly Demon Throne, although he still didn't know who they were.

The most terrible thing is that he has calculated the time, and the dart team of the Tang Dynasty should be coming to Bohai Capital in the next few days. How were these dart masters able to overcome the obstacles set up by the Turks? If they were killed, how would the Tang Empire react?

"Aren't those Tang Dynasty dart masters here?" The Queen Mother suddenly asked uncertainly.

Seeing the looming fire in the sky, Mu Su was also turning this thought in his heart, and when he heard the Queen Mother say, he couldn't help but say, "Queen Mother, you also feel it?"

"Who else dares to light a fire in the tent of the **Turks? Only those Tang people who are said to be gods." The Queen Mother whispered.

"yes." Mu Su sighed with emotion in his heart, "Even the Queen Mother, who lives in the palace, has already heard of the strong style of the Tang Dynasty warriors, and the Tang Dynasty will prosper is the destiny of heaven, it seems that no matter what happens to me or my current clansmen, my choice was correct at the beginning." By forming a brotherly alliance with the Tang Dynasty, the Bohai Sea will be the richest and most prosperous paradise in the future." Thinking of this, a misty look of longing flashed in his eyes.

"I don't know if those young men can rush here," the Empress Dowager stroked Da Qirong's braids and sighed lightly, "I've heard that Datang is a heroic land, so I really want to see it."

"It's too dangerous here, I'm afraid they won't be able to hand over the gift that the Tang Emperor gave us in our hands." Mu Su pretended to be relaxed and said indifferently.

"Ahem, don't say any gifts, as long as they can give us a look, it's not easy. How many ambushes there are here, even if they are covered in iron, they can't rush in." The Queen Mother said gloomily.

At this moment, Da Qirong, who had not spoken, suddenly raised his head and asked, "Mother, when will the Tang people come to save us?"

Hearing this, Mu Su and the Queen Mother, who were talking in a whisper, darkened their eyes at the same time and stopped talking.

At this moment, a clear and high-pitched voice came from far away from outside the hall: "The Tang Flying Tiger Dart Bureau, escort me to this place with the Golden Emperor Armor bestowed by the Son of Heaven on the Lord of the Bohai Sea. Please smile and accept the Lord of the Bohai Sea." This shout of cracking silk piercing gold seemed to throw a spark into the ** bucket, arousing a monstrous murderous aura that filled the air, and the two hundred Flame Sect elites who were originally ambushed in the palace stood up at the same time, pulling the bowstring, and the heavy arrow shadows pointed densely at the entrance of the main hall through the small holes in the hollowed out walls. The hundred Flame Sect elites who were ambushed on the eaves of the main hall stood up suddenly, and a hundred strong bows pointed in unison at the place where the sound sounded.

Under the candlelight of the main hall, Peng Wuwang, Lei Yechang, Lian Feng, Hong Sixue, Xiao Liechen and Li Yu sat on the high saddle, walked slowly, and under the threat of a group of Turkic masters with bows and arrows, they came to the thirty zhang place in front of the main hall before slowly dismounting.

"Put!" Under the order of the leader, the hundred Flame Sect members who were ambushed on the top of the hall brushed the ground and loosened their bowstrings, and a dense and powerful rain of arrows swept towards the six people who were walking towards the door of the Little Taiji Hall like a sea of stars and rain. The neighing of the bowstring echoed like thunder in the open space in front of the Little Taiji Hall. Listening to this powerful sound of loose strings, Mu Su deeply knew that these archers who were ambushed on the top of the temple were more sharp and fierce than the Turkic hundred-man team that passed through the city that day and shattered the hearts of tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians in the Bohai Sea.

The fierce long wind suddenly blew up when the arrows rose, as if to build momentum for this rain of arrows, and the dark clouds like a curtain of lead in the sky gradually dispersed under the blowing of the long wind, and a slightly blood-colored full moon slowly appeared in the desolate sky, exuding a strange cold glow.

Bathed in the moonlight, four of the six people in the Flying Tiger Dart Bureau suddenly jumped in the air, Lian Feng raised his head and let out a clear long roar, the long sword drew an arc in the air, and a pale sword stood out from the Xifeng Sword in his hand, like a milky white dragon passing through the air, crushing dozens of long arrows within a radius of several zhang in front of him into pieces. Lei Yechang's eyebrow stick blew the wind, turning into an endless black lead curtain, and when he was in front of him like a mountain, dozens of oncoming iron arrows were easily swept to the ground by him. Xiao Liejian's wild howl sounded again, and his agile body moved in the air, instantly turning into a dozen illusory images, each of which was holding a silver spear as bright as the moon, and the tip of the spear was everywhere, and the chaotic arrows as dense as flying locusts immediately turned into rootless detritus. Hong Sixue's long body swirled, and her fiery red dress fluttered in the wind, making her figure like a peony blooming at night, and around her fiery figure, dark clouds were rising. An elusive long whip rolled up dozens of whip flowers, as if it had eyes, and it was like lightning that dozens of carved arrows scattered around the other three people were wrapped around the whip. When she landed on the ground, the curly long whip raised its head like a poisonous snake and stabbed towards the roof of the Little Taiji Hall, and dozens of carved arrows blew the wind, covering the Flame Sect members overwhelmingly.

Just as nearly a hundred Flame Sect members were scrambling to dodge the sudden and strange counterattack of Hong Sixue, Peng Wuwang, who was standing in the middle of the dart game, let out a high-pitched roar like thunder, and his body spun violently like a spinning top, and in the high-speed rotation, an ice disc with a dazzling cold light shot out from his hand, drawing a perfect arc along the sky, and rushing towards the Flame Sect members on the top of the eaves. Then, he stopped suddenly, changed direction, and spun like a top again, and another terrifying ice disc burst out like a shadow, drawing an elegant arc from another angle, and spun in the wind and rain. The trajectories of these two ice trays formed a perfect circle, like a giant pincer of steel, sandwiching these black-clothed flame cultists in the middle.

A series of piercing sound of broken strings sounded all over the audience, and the bows and arrows in the hands of the hundred Flame Sect elites were all cut off by Peng Wuwang's magnificent and unparalleled sword technique. The ice tray was still whistling in the air, and under the quiet gaze of everyone, it flew back to Peng Wuwang's hands like a milk swallow returning to its nest. At this time, people saw clearly that the two ice trays were actually made by Peng Wuwang folding his saber into two sections. With these two broken knives, Peng Wuwang actually cut off all the bowstrings in the hands of hundreds of Flame Sect elites who were invincible outside the fortress in one fell swoop.

Hu'er has no bow and arrow, and the lion and tiger become pigs and sheep. Holding the strong bow that had become a waste in his hand, the cold and deep Flame Sect elite also felt a panic. After being stunned for a moment, the hundred Flame Sect elites pulled out their sharp sabers at their waists at the same time, and with a shout, they jumped down from the eaves one after another, rushing towards the people of the Flying Tiger Dart Bureau.

The martial arts of the elite warriors trained by the Heavenly Demon are indeed not idle, these people are not only extremely tough, but also the sword skills are concise and refined, without any superfluous movements, the sword wind is cold, the momentum is compelling, and hundreds of people move forward and retreat in an orderly manner, like a black tide surging, and the sound of the saber breaking through the air is as sharp and piercing as a bamboo whistle, full of vicious murderous aura.

But this time, these warriors met the most outstanding masters in the entire Central Plains. Qiankun is a stick of Lei Yechang's stick is strong and strong, fierce and fierce, the stick is everywhere, people turn over on their backs, and no one can stop them. What's even more remarkable is that Lei Yechang's fast stick, fast as lightning, moving like a rabbit, fierce as a dragon and tiger, extremely conducive to resisting group attacks, when Peng Wuwang debuted, he only had the ability to parry this set of sticks, and had no power to fight back, not to mention these elite warriors. Everywhere the shadow of the stick, the Turkic warriors are like the sea water at low tide, scattered and hiding, the broken sabers all over the ground, and the corpses of Hengchen all highlight the majestic posture of this heroic man who crossed the world with a stick.

The original swordsmanship of Lian Feng, the son of the sword, has reached the point of being superb, and Gu Tianya's alluring swordsmanship has reappeared under him, and the moves are directly aimed at the enemy's vital point, and the enemy will be saved, which is unguardable. On the top of the light, he got the experience of Gu Tianya's alluring swordsmanship given by Peng Wuwang, from which he realized the Tianshan Qinggang and Kuafu's sun-chasing sword, which made the allure swordsmanship even more like a tiger. Now that he has the opportunity to show all the insights in his heart, he is very wishful, and the sword feathers are fluttering, like a shocking brush, in the ghostly night sky, he freely paints countless flying white snow with a long artistic conception, making the black figures attacking him around him retreat step by step.

Hong Sixue's flying eagle whip method was originally powerful and powerful, and the sword in the whip was even more unpredictable, varied, and the killing method was simple and fierce, making people unable to parry. Since Peng Wuwang rescued her father, Red Sky Hero, these days, she has comprehended the essence of the Dragon Snake Flame Whip from her father's hands. Back then, Red Sky Man relied on a set of dragon snake flame whips to dominate the world, creating a great reputation for the flame dragon king, and became the leader of the world's first gang of annual gangs. Now that Hong Sixue has displayed the Flying Eagle Whip Technique, which is mixed with the magic of the Dragon Snake Flame Whip, her originally fast and sharp whip technique has added a wonderful layer of ethereal aura and is even more unpredictable. The swarthy Flying Eagle Whip suddenly turned into a dragon wandering in the boundless night sea, turning and changing in the night sky, constantly crossing the living life to the banks of the Netherworld.

Xiao Liechen is known as the first gun in the world, and his marksmanship is unparalleled in the Central Plains. With the help of Peng Wuwang, he solved the stuttering problem that had plagued him for many years, and he was reborn to take his marksmanship to another level. The murderous aura of charging into battle in the marksmanship is even more thrilling, and there is more of a layer of elegant and light aura, the marksmanship is so fast that it almost catches up with the blade with the sword, and the subtlety of the marksmanship change is not weaker than Hong Sixue's whip technique. Once he wielded it, the swirling qi on the spear could easily pierce the armor and shields of the enemy. Anyone who was shot by him would fly backwards in a spiral, knocking his companions on their backs, and in terms of momentum, he was the most imposing of these people.

Under the sniping of these four people, the Turkic warriors who surrounded and killed them from all directions could not stick to the corners of Peng Wuwang and Li Yu, who were surrounded by four people, no matter how they tried their tricks.

In the shadow of the sword and sword, Peng Wuwang turned a blind eye to the Turkic warriors who roared like wolves and pounced on them, and slowly took out the golden emperor armor that was treasured by the flesh from his arms, pinned it on his left hand, and Li Yu and the two of them, and slowly walked towards the gate of the Little Taiji Palace.

With the dim candlelight of the small Taiji Palace, Mu Su, the Empress Dowager and Da Qirong watched Peng Wuwang stride towards the door of the Taiji Palace, and the surrounding Flame Sect elites rushed up in a rage, and were forcibly blocked back by a stronger force, those terrifying figures in the night sky with teeth and claws, formed two strange landscapes on both sides of Peng Wuwang, as if turning into an ugly thorny jungle with twisted branches in the night, no matter how long the branches stretched, they could not reach passers-by a few steps away. At this moment, Peng Wuwang turned a blind eye to everything around him, and walked with a smile, as if he was passing through a garden with birds and flowers, and his calm and confident demeanor made people feel broken.

"When I heard that the Turks had brazenly occupied the capital of Bohai, I was indignant from top to bottom. The Son of Heaven of the Tang Dynasty gathered the world's famous artists, and according to the armor style of the world that year, he tailored a set of golden imperial armor for the king of your country and presented it to the Bohai Kingdom. I hope that your country can be brave, work hard for self-improvement, unite as one, expel tigers and wolves, and restore the homeland. The children of the Tang Dynasty are willing to work together with the people of the Bohai Navy to fight against the Turks and form a brotherly state forever. There is only the Bohai Kingdom of the Bohai people in the world, and there is no Bohai Kingdom of the Turks." Peng Wuwang said as he walked in his characteristic clear and high-pitched voice, and when he walked to the door of the Taiji Palace, he was just finished speaking. He mixed the heart of the lion's roar in his words, and his loud voice soared into the sky, echoing leisurely in the entire Bohai Palace City, and naturally possessed an overwhelming majestic momentum.

Mu Su and the Empress Dowager were both moved by Peng Wuwang's words, their eyes were full of tears with excitement, their fists were clenched, and they stood up at the same time.

Some of the flame elites who were ambushed in the temple could understand Chinese, even if they were gloomy and calm, they couldn't help but tremble with anger, their eyes flashing with green light, and they were anxiously waiting for him to shoot him into a hedgehog as soon as he stepped into the temple door. "And then we'll cut it apart." This phrase miraculously came to the minds of these warriors at the same time.

At this moment, a pitch-black figure shot towards the temple with an extremely fast body arrow. A sneer of disdain appeared on the faces of those Flame Sect members at the same time. The sound of bowstrings echoed wildly in the empty small Taiji Hall, and countless black feather arrows flew like locusts from all directions towards this pitch-black figure, no matter how fast this figure ran, none of the arrows that were shot at him missed, and they were densely pierced all over his body.

Seeing this terrifying scene, Mu Su couldn't bear to close his eyes, and the queen mother, who had always been fragile, screamed, and as soon as she rolled her eyes, she was about to faint to the ground. At this time, it was the five-year-old Da Qirong who had sharp eyes, saw it at a glance, grabbed the corner of his mother's clothes, and said sharply, "Mother, don't panic, this is a dummy."

"Oh?" Mu Su and the Empress Dowager looked at the same time in surprise, only to find that the black-clothed man who staggered to their front turned out to be a puppet covered with a black tiger dart master uniform, with flat ends of the doll's hands, and a neat piece of parchment on it, on which was written in Han characters: "Take three steps back."

The three of them took three steps back in confusion, and at this moment, there was a loud thunderous sound on the roof of the main hall, a large hole was cracked in one roof, and sand and rubble flew outside, and a black figure like a dragon was like a black lightning bolt, shooting down from the hole in the roof of the main hall. At the moment when Mu Su, the Empress Dowager and Da Qi Rong had not blinked, a black-clothed warrior who seemed to suddenly emerge from the air appeared in front of them, kneeling on one knee in front of them, holding a set of shining golden emperor armor in both hands. "Please smile at the Lord of the Bohai Sea." Peng Wuwang, who was dressed in a majestic black samurai uniform, bowed his head and said in a deep voice.

The Turkic elites in the main hall realized that they had fallen into the dag of these Tang Dynasty dart masters, and they were all angry, and they could no longer care about hiding their figures, and at the same time broke out from the surrounding palace walls, and the two hundred strong bows in their hands were firmly locked between the square inches in front of the throne. If it weren't for Mantuo's death order, no harm to the Bohai monarch, at this moment, the four people around the throne would have turned into a blur of flesh and blood. Under the pressure of these tiger and wolf-like warriors, Mu Su, the prime minister of Bohai, gritted his teeth and straightened up, took the golden emperor armor presented by Peng Wuwang with trembling hands, and said softly: "Thank you for the generous gift of the Tang Emperor, I, the Bohai monarch, will definitely not disappoint the expectations of your country."

Peng Wuwang raised his head, with a look of respect in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Please take care." As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand violently, and the more than a dozen candles in the hall were extinguished at the same time. Immediately afterwards, his figure was like a dragon out of the sea, under the care of the night, rising to the sky and rushing towards the hole in the ceiling.

Those Flame Sect elites had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and they all raised their strong bows in unison, and one after another arrows rained down like angry lightning in the sky, heading towards the back cover that soared into the sky. These arrows were all impregnated with the ferocity of the Turkic warriors, and the sound of breaking through the air was piercing and painful, and hundreds of arrows simultaneously hit the black shadow that rose high, and this black shadow could not withstand such a series of heavy blows, and the volley shattered into the debris of the day.

"Good archery!" A black figure stood in front of the door of the main hall like a javelin, laughing loudly. But it's not Peng Wuwang, who is it?

It turned out that Peng Wuwang extinguished the lights, and immediately rushed to the puppet that had been suffering a lot, raised his hand and threw it to the ceiling, taking advantage of the moment when the Turkic elite opened the bow and released the arrow, he carried enough of the peerless body of the floating shadow, and his body was like an arrow, flashing, and rushed out of the hall. It's a pity that these Turkic heroes with excellent archery skills can't use any skills, and they are played around by these clever Tang dart masters.

Outside the door of the main hall, the cheerful laughter of the Tang Dynasty dart masters sounded, and in the roar of the Flame Sect elites, these six people had already broken out of the encirclement, and before the two hundred Turkic elites in the hall rushed out, they flew on their horses and flew away. These sudden legendary characters seem to be phantoms that appear in a nightmare, coming and going suddenly, leaving no trace. Only a dozen or so corpses crawling horizontally and vertically on the long steps of the main hall vaguely pointed out the trajectory of their travel.

Witnessing all this, Da Qirong suddenly raised his head, looked at his mother firmly, and whispered, "Mother, Da Qirong must be like them in the future."