In Weiyang Palace, it is resplendent and beautiful

The fine white jade paved floor shines with a warm light, the phoenix spreads its wings on the cornices carved from sandalwood, the floating windows carved from green tiles, and the wall panels stacked with jade. The straight pillars on both sides are carved with lifelike dragon patterns, and the two dragons have golden scales and golden armor, vivid, as if they want to fly into the air, and the phoenix on the palace is far away.

At the end of a straight road, as the jade steps slowly rose, the sandalwood lit on the pedestal, the smoke, spread all the way to the three seats. There were only two people on the seat, the dragon chair in the middle was empty, the queen was on the left, and the imperial concubine was on the right, and the two were sitting precariously, as if waiting for a historical verdict.

The queen was wearing a pale golden Tianfeng court dress, and her eyebrows were tied with dragon and phoenix playing beads and gold to wipe her forehead. The imperial concubine wore a slightly simple plain white brocade robe, and the dark brown threads embroidered the fabric with strange and strong flower branches, extending from the skirt to the waist.

Outside, the stars are dotted, the moonlight is like water, and in the small pavilion in the middle of the lake in front of Weiyang Palace, bursts of smoke rise, blending with the moonlight, as if covering a layer of light veil.

The lake water is clear, as clear as the Milky Way, under the starlight and moonlight, it emits a faint luster, and there is an indescribable aura and beauty.

At night in the palace city, the lonely street trees outside the Weiyang Palace and the light on the road opened by Meng Meng are intertwined, and the strange tranquility in the troubled times is strange.

Since the killing didn't happen, maybe it's still on the way......

The last palace of the entire empire, the guarded Yu Linwei vigilantly drew his sword and looked around, brewing an imminent, futile but fearless resistance.

On the other side of the palace gate, in the dark night, the two stood separately, their armor hideous, and their hands holding large knives or copper sticks.

Yu Linwei turned around and saw that there was someone at the door, and he couldn't see it clearly in the night, so he shouted: "What person?" ”

"More Shijun, Guan Tianyang-"

"More Shijun, Luan Zhenghao-"

Later, the footsteps behind the two of them swarmed over, shadows and shadows, red clothes and leather armor, holding steel knives.

In a breath gap, the first army broke through the palace gate of the last line of defense, like a group of crazy demons.

Guan Tianyang's cold sword tip was the first to point over, and Yu Linwei, who was only a hundred people left, roared, and dozens of figures swarmed with rustling footsteps, swarming, and went to death brazenly.

At night, the cold wind turned by, and the murderous intent was monstrous.

Before Yu Linwei, who rushed in front of him, could scream miserably, he was slashed to the ground by the Qinglong broadsword. I only heard a gust of evil wind, and then, Guan Tianyang's figure approached, and a green dragon big knife slashed across the night sky and came towards them.

The big knife then slashed, broke forward, and then swept, and suddenly, blood poured out, mixed with the sound of bones breaking, and several Yu Linwei instantly slashed into blood and threw themselves on the ground and convulsed.

Behind, the soldiers of the First Army crossed over with several pairs of footsteps, galloping, and the blades slammed over.

Several Yulin guards who were pushed forward came towards Guan Tianyang, Guan Tianyang took a step back, and the green dragon sword danced to block, banging a few times, and several slashing blades covered it. Guan Tianyang's eyes flashed with excitement, he turned around and waved, the big knife cut a half-garden, and with a snort, the blade spread out on the armor of those people, and then fell to the ground and groaned.

In the battle, the crowd of the first army broke through, and Luan Zhenghao rushed over with the figure of the octagonal mixed copper stick, his steps were calm, the speed was extremely fast, and then he jumped, and the cold light of the copper stick in his hand buzzed in the air, and smashed directly on the halberd of a powerful general of Yu Linwei, which exploded with a piercing loud sound.

Wow-ang –

As soon as the two of them fought, they immediately separated, Luan Zhenghao's eyes were solemn, and he fixed his trembling wrist, and shouted: "It's a lot stronger than the previous reckless thieves, boy, which number one are you under the command of reckless thieves?" ”

"Thief, see if you have the ability to know!"

The next moment, Xiao Jiang's figure swooped forward, and in a blink of an eye, the distance between the two was shortened, and Luan Zhenghao did not hesitate to meet him.

In an instant, the two collided.

Bang bang bang –

The two of them slashed a few moves, and their speed was also very fast, and they were also amazingly powerful, scraping the protruding palace wall, leaving deep marks, and rubble and flying rocks splashed everywhere.

After a few more hard moves, suddenly, Xiao shook his body, stiffened, he clenched his teeth, took a few steps back, and the tiger's mouth was in hot pain.

At some point, the tiger's mouth had cracked, and blood soaked through the halberd.

But then, he actually looked up to the sky and laughed: "Thief, you have been tricked, my emperor has already left the palace, and one day, you will be defeated!" ”

"Grass, shit, quickly block the palace gate!"

Luan Zhenghao scolded, put away the octagonal mixed copper stick, turned around and jumped away, straddled the horse's back, turned around and clamped the horse's belly, only to hear the sound of 'Di Lu Lu', and immediately rushed out to report the news.

The horses rushed out of the palace frantically, and in the Weiyang Palace, there were many people, and then there were blood lights floating by, and the sound of shouting and killing sounded in all directions.

Later, in the main hall, the oil and wax overturned, and the fire was blazing, and the two women above the high hall still sat calmly on their chairs, and they took one last look at the familiar palace, closed their eyes, and gladly died.

……

The moonlight is like water, sprinkled in the forest, and there is a misty clear light flowing.

"Drive-"

Pedal Pedal –

A rugged path, Wang Mang's horsewhip twitched wildly, crushing over the uneven potholes and stones, bumping and bumping. Wang Mang's figure also shook, his hair fluttering in the wind, and the branches of the dead wood he stepped on creaked under the violent impact.

"Whew-"

A wind blew, and Wang Mang's fast horse fell to the ground with its head slammed into the dirt of the woods in an extremely distorted position, and died violently.

And Wang Mang was also thrown out, the horsewhip in his hand was raised high, and soon stopped in mid-air.

On the tree, a hunting figure threw out the parting hook, grabbed the horsewhip, and played in the air, his clothes shivering in the moonlight, and the cold was pressing.

"Eng...... Hero spare, what do you want...... I will not forget the great kindness of the heroes. ”

On the ground, Wang Mang, who had been thrown half to death, raised his head with difficulty, his bright yellow dragon robe was shattered into rags, and he looked at the hunting figure in the treetops, begging for mercy with blood on his face.

"The people of the world want you to die, how can I show mercy?" The hunter replied faintly.

"Huh...... Hehehe, it seems that I have no way to escape today, I have only been on the throne for a long time, and I am really a little unwilling......"

"When you raise the butcher's knife to the people, you should be able to think that you will die under the butcher's knife of others in the future!"

"Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize a boat, Wang Mang, you have made it yourself to get to where you are today."

Wang Hao and A Ning walked out from behind the tree.

Wang Mang knew that he had no hope of living, so he simply stopped giving in, stood up stiffly, and laughed loudly: "Then come, die, why should I be afraid!! ”

Whoosh –

A bright light flew out of the figure in the treetops, and with a pop, the bright light went straight into Wang Mang's chest.

In the forest behind the imperial city, the night was dark, and crows were hovering overhead.

Wang Mang's pupils dilated, staring at the dagger on his chest, and his body fell down.

A generation of ministers, a generation of new emperors, Wang Mang, died, died in the troubled times.

How many kings have been searching for the elixir of immortality, but who has escaped the end of their lives?

In fact, people are walking towards the grave as soon as they are born, and their whole life is going to the grave.

The so-called eternal life is all fart, and no one knows what a terrible thing it is to live forever.