When the first rays of sunlight in the morning shone into the Weiyang Hall through the gap in the palace gate, Yuwen Nanjing's eyes, who had closed his eyes and slept all night, suddenly opened.

And Zhao Xingyu, who had also stood beside Yuwen Nanjing all night, also seemed to feel something at this time, he glanced sideways at Yuwen Nanjing, and then his heart was shocked and hurriedly looked in the direction of the palace gate of the Weiyang Palace.

Bang!

At that time, the sound of heavy iron armor colliding came from outside the palace gate, accompanied by dense and rapid footsteps. With this, it is not difficult for Zhao Xingyu to know that there are many people walking towards here at this moment.

Zhao Xingyu's face became a little ugly, although he knew that this moment would come sooner or later, but when he really came, Zhao Xingyu still couldn't help but feel a little gloomy in his heart.

"Your Majesty...", he looked at Yuwen Nanjing beside him, and called out in his mouth.

"Go ahead. But before the words could be spoken, Yuwen Nanjing's voice interrupted his words.

The early morning sun shone on Yuwen Nanjing's side face, and the woman in a big yellow dragon robe had a cold face, and even at this moment, she did not show half of her panic.

Zhao Xingyu's brows furrowed, he didn't like Yuwen Nanjing very much at this moment, so he finally didn't hold back the words that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

"He's not coming..."

"Huh?" Yuwen Nanjing's grim face changed slightly, but this change was fleeting. She squinted at Zhao Xingyu and asked, "So what?"

Zhao Xingyu's body shook, he rarely disobeyed his uncle's will, and this time he was indeed prepared for this, as long as Yuwen Nanjing was willing to say that she needed him, he would not hesitate to take the eight thousand forbidden army to fight his uncle who was already an immortal to the end.

But Yuwen Nanjing never said half of this sentence from beginning to end, she seemed to be still looking forward to the arrival of that person...

Zhao Xingyu once thought that Yuwen Nanjing's expectations were just an obsession in her heart, as long as she broke off this thought, maybe she would change, but it wasn't until this time, until Yuwen Nanjing's sentence "So what" sounded in his ears, that he woke up.

In fact, she has always known that Xu Han will not come, after all, from the news from Great Xia, it seems that Xu Han appeared in Henghuang City a month ago, unless he becomes an immortal, it is tantamount to a fantasy to come to Chang'an from Henghuang City in a month. The reason why she didn't ask him for help was because in her heart, he had always been a person along the way with Mr. Deer and others.

They hurt Xu Han, so she won't ask for help...

Such logic is far-fetched, but Zhao Xingyu, who has been by Yuwen Nanjing's side for more than a year, understands that in her heart, she does think so. He understood that even if he had been loyal for more than a year, he had gone to the soup to fight the fire, not only was he not as good as that Xu Han, but he had never even changed his position in Yuwen Nanjing's heart. She always saw him as an enemy, an enemy to exploit, nothing more.

Whether it was resentment or jealousy, a strange emotion churned in Zhao Xingyu's chest, his hand suddenly stretched out, and he shouted: "The Praetorian Guards obey the order!"

A full voice sounded, echoing in the Weiyang Palace.

"My subordinates are here!" the Praetorian Guards, who had also been waiting outside the temple gate for the night, replied in a loud voice at that moment.

"The tyrant is immoral, we should obey the will of the people and open the palace door to welcome the holy army!"

As soon as Zhao Xingyu's words fell, the door of the palace that covered the Weiyang Hall was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and the early morning sun shone into the gate of the Weiyang Hall at that time, and rows of armor soldiers in black armor lined up on both sides of the temple gate, and at the end of the forbidden army, several figures were leading the dense armor soldiers to walk quickly here.

There is no shortage of familiar faces in the head.

For example, Mr. Lu of Tiance Mansion, Zhu Xian of the Long Night Division, and Zhang Xiang, the prime minister of the Great Zhou, of course, in addition to these, there is also a middle-aged man with a resolute face, the breath around him is condensed, and his every move is secretly in line with some heaven and earth, don't think about it, it must be Zhao Chu, the king of Zhao who has not been in the fairyland for a long time.

The group walked quickly to the gate of the Weiyang Palace, but did not enter the temple gate.

After all, Weiyang Hall is the residence of the emperor, and it cannot be contaminated with blood, this rule has existed since ancient times, of course, it is not an iron law, but before that, you can still ask for an invitation, and it can be regarded as a salute before the soldiers.

Everyone stood still in front of the gate of Weiyang Palace, and then knelt down in unison and said loudly: "The ministers have seen Your Majesty!"

Yuwen Nanjing glanced at the people with cold eyes, and then said, "Calm down." ”

Everyone got up, but they didn't say anything thanks, and then Mr. Lu walked out alone, and said to Yuwen Nanjing: "The ministers came to meet Your Majesty today because there is something to do, and I hope that Your Majesty will move outside the Weiyang Palace." ”

As soon as these words came out, many armor soldiers who had just gotten up behind them knelt down again at that time, and said loudly: "Please move, Your Majesty!"

Yuwen Nanjing got up, straightened her wide imperial robe, and then walked to the front of the palace gate of this Weiyang Palace, she looked at Mr. Lu silently, her eyes were as cold as a stone sculpture.

Mr. Lu was inexplicably a little flustered, as a Confucian student, the last bit of conscience made him feel a little ashamed in his heart, but soon this shame was suppressed by the name of self-deception, and he said again: "The minister has to play this, it is really a matter of the world..."

Before the word could be spoken, it was interrupted by Yuwen Nanjing.

She looked at Zhao Chu, the king of Zhao standing on the side of the team, and asked, "The immortals are there, did you bring the Xingtian Sword?"

Mr. Lu's body was shocked, his head lowered a little, and he said: "Seeing blood in the palace is insulting Your Majesty's face, please ask Your Majesty..."

"Mr. Lu, this full of armor soldiers has already surrounded the Weiyang Palace, what kind of face does the widow have? Since you want to kill me, you have to rely on your ability. Could it be that Mr. Lu and all of you Aiqing think that the widow will hang himself here?" Yuwen Nanjing interrupted Mr. Lu's words again, she said so, and a high-pitched dragon groan suddenly rose behind her, and the phantom of a red dragon appeared behind her, looking at the people outside the Weiyang Hall with a hideous expression.

The vast dragon power poured out like a substance, pressing down the faces of many armor soldiers, and they almost didn't dare to look directly at Yuwen Nanjing.

Mr. Lu felt the mighty dragon aura, and he was silent for a while before he lowered his head and said again: "Then... According to Your Majesty's wishes..."As he spoke, he lowered his head and retreated, and Zhao Chu beside him also stepped out, he came to Yuwen Nanjing, a hand suddenly stretched out, and a long sword with a scarlet body was held in his hand at that time.

The same majestic momentum rose in his body, and he looked at Yuwen Nanjing with heavy eyes and said, "Your Majesty, I have offended!"

......

On the Xingtian Sword, the blood was magnificent, and the majestic blood-colored aura gushed out from the sword's body, pouring into Zhao Chu's body along Zhao Chu's arm holding the sword.

His body began to rise, and the blood qi behind him fused with the power of the immortals and gradually turned into a blood-colored Shura.

Nashura's eyes were red, and when he saw the appearance of the divine dragon behind the Yuwen Nanjing, he fell into a rage, and he roared and roared at the dragon.

Immediately after that, the divine light in Zhao Chu's eyes flashed, and the Xingtian Sword in his hand was swung out at that time, and the Shura behind him moved in response, killing the dragon phase condensed by the dragon qi behind Yuwen Nanjing.

Yuwen Nanjing was naturally not to be outdone, and as soon as the thought in her heart moved, the dragon phase immediately flew out and entangled with the asura.

Xingtian Sword is known as the three fierce swords of the ancient times, when the two clans ruled the world together, the luck of the world was naturally half of the two clans, and the sages of the human race were smashing the luck of the demon clan carried by the king of the demon clan with this sword, which drove the demon clan to the depths of the 100,000 mountains.

This sword was born to kill the dragon, at this moment, under the urging of the immortals, its combat power was almost half exerted, if it was like the Great Chu when he dominated the world, the dragon qi actually entered his body like an emperor, maybe he could also fight with it, but although Yuwen Nanjing is known as the body of the half-demon god, but after all, the cultivation is still shallow, and the dragon qi in the body is far less than the emperor of Chu back then.

With a loud shout, the dragon phase grabbed the head and tail with both hands, and then pulled it fiercely, and the dragon phase turned into two halves after a wail.

Yuwen Nanjing, who was connected to his heart, turned pale, and his body was even more paralyzed on the ground.

After the victory of the Shura, his expression became more and more hideous, and he roared wildly and was about to bully him again, but at this moment, Zhu Xian, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke.

"King Zhao is slow!"

Seeming to be infected by the violent aura in the Heavenly Sword, Zhao Chu's eyes were red, his body was stagnant, and it took a lot of strength to suppress the thought of striking again and recall the Shura.

Seeing this, Zhu Xian stepped forward and came to Yuwen Nanjing's side, and said with a humble attitude: "Your Majesty has gone to the general trend, and please ask Your Majesty to make a decision on his own and save the last bit of royal face." ”

This approach couldn't help but make Mr. Lu frown on the side, he was a little puzzled by Zhu Xian's move, but he didn't say much.

"Hehe, you helped me to the throne of this emperor, saying that I am the first emperor of the ages is you, and now it is you who want me to die, do you think I will let you succeed?" Yuwen Nanjing's eyes surged with anger, she struggled to get up from the ground, and the dragon phase scattered behind her condensed again, but compared to before, the red color around this dragon phase was a little lighter.

Zhu Xian looked at Zhao Chu in the sky, and the other party understood, and the Shura behind him made a bold move and slashed the dragon again.

Looking at Yuwen Nanjing, who immediately sat on the ground with a pale face, Mr. Lu's brows furrowed a little deeper, he felt that this move was somewhat inappropriate, since the purpose of this trip was to seize the dragon qi on Yuwen Nanjing's body, why bother so much if he killed him.

Zhu Xian seemed to see Mr. Lu's dissatisfaction, and he said softly beside him, "This is what Your Majesty meant. ”

This time, the Majesty in his mouth is naturally no longer Yuwen Nanjing, but...

After hearing this, Mr. Lu's face changed, and he finally put away the dissatisfaction on his face.

Seeing this, Zhu Xian stepped forward again and said loudly: "Please hang yourself, Your Majesty!"

"Dream!" Yuwen Nanjing gritted her teeth and said, a dragon phase condensed behind her again, and this dragon phase was already extremely light red at the moment, faintly blue, obviously the dragon phase was broken twice, and the dragon qi in her body had dissipated a lot.

Zhao Chu, who got Yuwen Nanjing's reply, didn't need Zhu Xian to say anything more, and Xingtian Sword struck again and cut through the dragon phase.

This time, Yuwen Nanjing, who was sitting on the ground, became more and more pale, and the gorgeous imperial robe on her body became dirty after falling to the ground again and again, and her expression was also embarrassed to the extreme. She struggled to get up again, but the injuries caused by the destruction of the dragon phase were too severe to do.

Mr. Lu was a little unbearable, he suddenly knelt down, and said loudly to Yuwen Nanjing: "The Great Chu Holy Emperor is destined to come to the world, and since then, the world is peaceful, there are no soldiers, and the people are healthy and not subject to chaos..."

Speaking of this, Mr. Lu's tone suddenly became generous: "Although Your Majesty died, it can be regarded as a death for the people of the world..."

"I hope Your Majesty don't be obsessed, this will be the guest!"

As soon as these words came out, tens of thousands of armor soldiers behind him also knelt down one after another, and said loudly to Yuwen Nanjingyan: "Your Majesty, please ride the dragon!"

Yuwen Nanjing looked at the rows of solemn looking armor soldiers in front of her, looking at their generous and mournful faces, she suddenly laughed...

She thought...

Did you experience such despair at that time? Were you so helpless at that time?

It doesn't matter, I will avenge this revenge for you, these ugly people will always enjoy the peace and prosperity they want in Huangquan!

Yuwen Nanjing's eyes surged again, her eyes suddenly turned black, and an incomparably cold and incomparably desperate aura suddenly spread from her body!