Thirsty, anxious, but scrappy.

Xiang Nanxing felt as if there was a fire burning in his chest, which dried the water in his mouth and burned his trachea, but it continued to support the movements of his hands and feet, allowing him to run all the way down this narrow aisle without slowing down.

In fact, his physical strength was already overdrawn, he knew, but it didn't matter anymore. Just like his body shouldn't have done a move to run at full speed, and reason shouldn't have made such a judgment that a moth to a fire, everything was against logic, and he didn't care.

Except for the goal in front of us, everything else is no longer important.

"It's almost there." He said in his heart.

Turning the corner, he spotted two men dressed as guards not far ahead. You must know that most of the guards have been transferred by Bai Su before, and the few who still remain in the depths of the palace must be the most important place. He followed Jiang Liang's footprints all the way, and now he saw the guards again, and it could be seen that not far ahead was the final destination of this trip-the palace assembly hall.

And just as he saw the guards, the two guards also noticed this uninvited guest who suddenly appeared. In their expectations, the ceremony held today had a kind of meaning of settled, and the so-called standing guard was just a formal requirement, and no one would really be able to come to the deepest part of the palace at such a time. When Xiang Nanxing almost rushed in front of them, one of them raised his weapon as if he had just woken up from a dream, while the other took a few steps back and hurriedly took out his walkie-talkie to warn the other companions.

In normal times, their standard armament is rifles and daggers, and it is not a problem to obliterate an unarmed intruder. However, because of the ritual to be held just now, all the guards near the assembly hall removed their lethal weapons and replaced them with wooden sticks for the ceremony. When Guard Armor habitually raised his hand to pull the trigger, he noticed that the weapon in his hand was different.

After another half a second, Xiang Nanxing rushed forward for another three meters, and his fingertips could almost touch the weapon raised by the other party.

"Ahhh

The guard retracted his hand in a hurry, and then waved his staff in a haphazard manner, trying to use the length of his weapon to drive the approaching enemy out. However, this flustered move seemed to Xiang Nanxing to be full of flaws, he saw the wooden staff sweeping over, so he lowered his center of gravity, lowered his body, and drilled under the wooden staff at an unabated speed, and the whole person rushed into the arms of the guards. His raised elbow slammed into the gap between the opponent's chest and abdomen with the momentum of the forward rush.

didn't waste half a second, as soon as Xiang Nanxing finished colliding, he turned around, leaned his back against the opponent's chest, and at the same time raised his hand to grab the opponent's arm, and immediately pressed his right foot against the opponent's foot. In the next second, at the moment when the other party arched his body due to pain, Xiang Nanxing pulled down with his left hand, kicked back with his right foot, uprooted the person on his back, and threw it forward!

Guard Armor felt his body fly up involuntarily, cutting a graceful arc in the air, and then fell heavily on the floor with a muffled "bang", his head hit the ground, and he fell to the ground, and his eyes were full of stars. The sound also caught the attention of another guard, who had just pressed the button and was about to start talking, when he subconsciously turned his head when he heard the sound.

Too close—that was the first thing that crossed his mind. A round gray object suddenly appeared not far in front of him, rapidly growing in size and immediately filling his field of vision.

This thing is a wooden staff. At the same time as throwing the previous guard out, Xiang Nanxing snatched the wooden staff from the opponent's hand, twisted his waist and stepped forward at the first time, using the staff as a gun, and turned around to stab it forward. The sequence of movements was so smooth that it seemed to come from instinct, and as soon as the other party turned his head, the tip of the round wooden staff hit him in the nose

The latter was only stunned, and before he could figure out what was happening, a sharp pain from the tip of his nose interrupted his thoughts. The nosebleed gushed out, and he screamed in pain, covering his face and stumbling back a few steps, only to feel the pain in his face. Although he knew that the enemy was in front of him, he didn't have time to open his eyes, and the second staff knocked down on his head directly robbed him of his consciousness.

"Hoo ......"

Xiang Nanxing's staff used all the strength of his body, and his body stumbled, and he almost fell down due to inertia. He leaned on his cane until he was sure that both of them had fainted, and then he exhaled a long breath from his chest.

In order not to affect the coherence of his movements, he unconsciously stopped breathing at the beginning of the last few steps, and after touching the enemy, he fell from the back to the back of the face stab in one go. The effect is remarkable, but it is also very taxing on the body. Therefore, as soon as he stopped moving, he felt that his limbs were sore, and the burning sensation in his lungs made him almost unable to breathe, and he would not even be able to stand if he were not supported by a wooden cane.

"There are only two of them, and there are ...... in the back" He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand firm. After all, his movements were still a step slower, and although the last guard didn't have time to speak, the walkie-talkie was mostly connected, and the person on the other end should know that something was wrong just by listening to the movement here. Time was running out, and he quickly adjusted his stumbling breathing, picked up his wooden staff, and continued walking.

At this time, Xiang Nanxing seemed to have forgotten that although he had just been knocked down by him, although there were only two of them, they were both Xifeng's genuine palace guards, even if they were light enemies, they were real elites, and it was not easy to put them down with one blow. dragging his injured body to defeat two strong enemies in a row in an instant, and then thinking about how to deal with those after him, this was simply unreasonable in the eyes of Xiang Nanxing in the past.

Unconsciously, he has integrated everything he has learned in the past and stepped into his own unprecedented realm.

However, at this time, his eyes were not on himself, just staring deadly ahead.

Over there, there were two palace guards who had rushed to hear the news.

"Such a chaotic situation is enough to prove that a peaceful life can only be maintained by a strong hand......"

Jiang Liang faced the camera and said the declaration that had been drawn up unhurriedly, but the hands behind his back were unconsciously tangled. His eyes were looking at the camera sincerely, but he was distracted by the situation at the entrance to the hall.

As of now, so good.

How long had passed, he wondered. This dispute only lasted for a few days, but the time to start preparations was far before, as early as ten years ago, after witnessing the secret battle between Meng Chuanbai and Huang Lao, the seeds of all this today have been deeply planted in his heart.

He doesn't hate Meng Chuanbai. He and Huang Lao are both his own teachers, and they have the grace of teaching, even if the latter really had the idea of destroying Xifeng at that time, he didn't hate it. What he hated was that self-deceptive system, with a sense of historical shame, full of compromise and forbearance, if it weren't for this heavy constraint, these Xiaoxiao who tried to suppress Xifeng would have died on the spot!

At this time, just thinking about it, the words mixed with the voices of countless people seemed to ring in his ears.

"Jiang Liang, have you forgotten the great wish of your ancestors to revive Xifeng?"

"Jiang Liang, I don't dare to forget it." He replied in his heart.

He unconsciously clenched his fists and pursed his lips. In front of the camera, such a resolute expression seemed to make a powerful end to what he had just said, only he knew that this was not facing the past, but the future. Every step from now on will be accompanied by many sacrifices and pains, and he will have to work very hard to keep going.

This heavy burden is the price of sitting in that seat.

Jiang Liang turned around, raised his head to look at the dome of the hall, and exhaled a long breath of turbid air in his chest. The live broadcast of his national speech has ended, and now the show has been switched to the background introduction under the arrangement of the director, and only wait for him to officially ascend the throne to shoot the pictures in the hall. Because of this, Jiang Liang was able to temporarily avoid the gaze of 86 million pairs of eyes across the country, turned his back to everyone, and sorted out his inner thoughts and feelings alone.

For him, it will probably be the last time he will be alone.

This throne, he touched when he was very young. At that time, his father, who was still in the prime of life, sat on it with his young arms in his arms, and explained to him the historical allusions behind the carved patterns one by one. At this time, Jiang Liang gently stroked the armrest of the throne, feeling the uneven lines under his fingers, and the stories of that time naturally appeared in his mind.

On that day, my father was still very young, in the prime of life, and he was full of ambition. He swore to the throne that he would let Xifeng fight his way out of the crowd and sweep away the humiliation of being forced to restructure before.

"The monarchs of Xifeng are all masters of playing games." He said confidently, "Even if we follow the rules of their game, we will win in the end." ”

Nearly three decades have passed, however, and the road has become narrower and narrower, leaving people with almost nowhere to go. The emperor back then was also old, became indecisive, and had no courage, Jiang Liang could no longer see the majesty of the former lion from him, and could only see the words "old dragon bell".

Even at the last moment of his life, when he faced the butcher knife swung by his own son, this former martial arts master did not make any resistance, but raised his head and showed a generous smile.

"If my head helps you a little, then take it."

The light that flashed in his eyes at that moment was the last time Jiang Liang glimpsed the ambition from him. Jiang Liang knew that his father was not stupid, he had already seen through his plan and knew his goal, so he calmly led his neck to kill. This was a trust made by Emperor Xifeng at the cost of his life, and from that moment on, Jiang Liang understood that he had to become an emperor, and he had to do so.

No, in retrospect, in fact, from the moment he was born, he was already saddled with the mission of becoming an emperor.

Jiang Liang unconsciously smiled bitterly and slowly sat down on the throne. The director gave him an inquiring gesture from afar, asking when he could cut into the camera. This is the last part of the enthronement ceremony, Jiang Liang only needs to sit on the throne, put on the crown, and personally declare himself to become the Emperor of Xifeng, all this can be closed.

He took a deep breath and nodded, and the guide signaled that it was time to begin. The lights were turned on, the lens indicator light was on, and Jiang Liang sat on the throne, his eyes looking ahead. At this moment, he seemed to see his people all over the country through the camera, some of them were smiling hopefully, some were starting to revel, and some were even prostrate on the ground and began to kneel.

However, out of the corner of his eye, the door to the entrance of the hall was slammed open, and a teenager stumbled in. His hair was disheveled, his clothes were tattered, and he was stained with blood in several places, and he looked like a wretched homeless man. The furnishings and personnel in the hall made him hesitate for a moment, but at the moment when the director and photographer found something abnormal and were about to turn off the live broadcast machine, the young man suddenly came back to his senses and shouted with all his strength.

"Jiang Liang, I want to challenge you!"

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