"Bang!"

The last samurai fell, scared to death by Ye Chang's life.

If it is said that under the ninth-level sword power, Ye Changsheng's attack will produce a transformation, which will make him sometimes turn into a giant dragon and sometimes a fierce tiger, and will trigger the opponent's hallucination, summoning the deepest fear in the opponent's heart.

And under the tenth-level sword momentum, Ye Changsheng's attack seemed to no longer exist, and all that existed was the overwhelming momentum he exerted on his opponent.

The image projected by the opponent is only monotonous and terrifying blood red, and the momentum is domineering and pervasive, directly dismembering the opponent's will and dragging them into the abyss of fear.

Ye Changsheng was like a demon in the abyss, with bloody hair and a shawl, a hideous face, red eyes, and his clothes were soaked with blood, shrouded in dark red blood.

The Immortal Sword that exuded a cold light, the hilt of the sword was wrapped in thick plasma, and it was connected to Ye Changsheng's scarred right hand.

There were no opponents around, and the blood in his eyes slowly faded, and he looked around blankly.

On the slope of the huge pit, there were lying corpses, whether it was a warrior from the Beihai Royal Mansion or a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect, all of them were fatal with one move, and there was no second wound on the body.

And the last five or six people who were scared to death by Ye Changsheng's tenth-level sword momentum didn't even have a single wound on their bodies.

Lu Zixin walked all the way up to the big pit, and when he saw so many corpses, he was also secretly frightened and surprised.

These people, if they can't beat them, don't they know how to escape?

can make these people swear allegiance to the death and fight until the last moment, no matter how damn Zuo Yuen Long, he is a character after all.

In front of Yan Zichong's corpse, Lu Zixin stood for a moment and walked towards Ye Changsheng.

Ye Changsheng had already put away the Immortal Sword and bowed: "Thank you Mountain Chief for coming to the rescue!"

Lu Zixin shook his head a little heavily: "Speaking of which, the academy is also responsible for this matter, but it's a pity that so many lives have been lost." ”

Ye Changsheng only killed more than 300 people, but when Lu Zixin was in the canyon, he killed more than 3,000 people?

If he didn't blindly think about giving Zuo Yuen Long a chance and not revealing his identity, but quietly took Ye Changsheng away, maybe those people wouldn't have to die.

Ye Changsheng's deep eyes looked in the direction of the capital, and said lightly: "The mountain chief is compassionate and compassionate, then let the younger generation put an end to this matter completely." ”

As he spoke, he grabbed his sword and strode away.

A red shadow scurried over, and the flame rabbit squatted on Ye Changsheng's shoulder, making the somewhat gloomy figure a little more funny.

Lu Zixin looked at Ye Changsheng's back, and stopped talking several times, but in the end he didn't stop him.

He could imagine that since Ye Changsheng fell into this killing situation, every moment was on the verge of life and death, and every one was struggling in despair.

If it were a different person, that person would probably have died a long time ago.

Ye Changsheng did not die because he was Ye Changsheng.

Since he didn't die, Ye Changsheng had the right to seek justice from him.

Ye Chang's hands are much better than His Majesty's hands.

"Open the door!"

Under the East City Gate, Ye Changsheng said coldly.

His voice was not loud, but the warriors inside and outside the city walls could hear it clearly.

Looking at Ye Changsheng, who was covered in blood, the commander of the city defense army couldn't help but be frightened, and shouted: "Open the city gate!"

The martial law in the capital has not yet been lifted, and the streets are deserted, and the blue floor is shiny by the sun, revealing a sense of warmth.

When Ye Changsheng walked through the empty streets, leaving shallow bloody footprints, those security soldiers who snooped left and right and followed carefully, but there was a piercing chill all over their bodies.

In the palatial hall of the Beihai Palace, Zuo Yuen Long, the king of Beihai, wore a loose robe and sat a little lazily on the main seat.

It's dawn, and there is no news from Zimu Mountain, and no news may be good news.

He's ready to fail, but it's not a big deal if he fails.

He left Yan Zichong in Zimu Mountain, just to let Yan Zichong carry the black cauldron, he could put all the blame on Yan Zichong and leave himself clean.

In fact, in the past two days, he has completed all the cuttings, everything that happened in Zimu Mountain was Yan Zichong's unauthorized actions, and it was naturally Yan Zichong who colluded with the Demon Gate.

He, the prince, is at most not strict with his majesty, and bears some joint and several responsibilities.

He is the prince, he is the royal family of the Zuo family, it is impossible for Wenshan Academy to kill him, Confucianism advocates educating people's hearts, advocating benevolence and righteousness, and there has never been a precedent for disposing of the royal family.

Zuo Yuanyi will not kill him, Zuo Yuanyi has just ascended the throne, how can he have a reputation for killing his brother and eradicating dissidents?

He will eventually take back the power in his hands, and from then on he will become a rich prince, who will be kept in captivity in the capital and live his whole life.

Losers have to bear the cost of failure, which is heavy but not unacceptable.

As for Ye Changsheng, he is probably dead, without Ye Changsheng, what would the Sanchuan Ye family have?

Even if he is alive, is it possible that he still dares to be bold and attack a dignified prince in the capital?

"It seems good to be a rich prince?" Zuo Yuen Long laughed at himself, but his bloodshot eyes showed all kinds of unwillingness and reluctance.

"Lord Wang, Lord Wang is not good!" The old housekeeper of the palace ran in quickly, his face was pale, and he said in a trembling voice, "Lord Wang, Ye Changsheng has entered the city and is coming in the direction of the palace!"

What the?!

Zuo Yuen Long suddenly got up, his eyes full of shock.

The battle of the three powerhouses, how tragic it was, Ye Changsheng actually survived?!

Even if he survived, shouldn't he have been seriously injured, how could he have walked all the way back?!

Immediately, he thought of a more serious question, and said with a gloomy face: "You mean, he walked in through the city gate, and walked all the way to the palace?"

The butler nodded in fright, as the old butler of the palace, how could he not understand the meaning of the prince's words?

Ye Changsheng entered the city gate and walked all the way, but he was not hindered by any interference.

This shows that the Yunlong Palace, the imperial court, and even all the forces have acquiesced in Ye Changsheng's behavior.

Beihai Palace, abandoned by everyone!

A terrible scream came from a distance, and then there was a messy shouting of killing, and Zuo Yuen Long's face changed drastically again.

Ye Changsheng, just killed in, if there was no one around, he entered the palace?!

More than a dozen palace guards rushed outside the hall at the same time, and the chief of the guards hurriedly said: "Lord Wang, Ye Changsheng entered the palace alone, please leave here immediately!"

Zuo Yuenlong's face was hideous, and a sense of humiliation that he had never felt before hit his heart, and he couldn't help roaring angrily: "This king is not going anywhere, you kill him for me, kill him, I want to see Ye Changsheng's head with my own eyes!"