"Protecting ...... Escort!" Fu Yijian exclaimed, a row of archers had already rushed forward, protecting in front of the Yanfeng Emperor, lined up, knelt on one knee, and aimed the tips of the arrows at Yechen.

"Kill, kill!" Emperor Yanfeng ordered mercilessly.

The archer hesitated, not daring to shoot his arrows.

No one knows the emperor's intentions, is it just a moment of anger and deterrence, or is he really going to kill his son?

"I don't have such a son! He, like his beautiful mother, is a curse to the country!" Emperor Yanfeng's voice was cold: "The woman I once loved, but she sold herself in a brothel, and the son I had with this woman is now going to kill his father and lose the face of the emperor's family—what is the value of such a seed of evil to stay in the world?"

"Kill!" he waved the sleeves of his robe embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon, and suddenly fell, making a decisive gesture.

At that moment, like a tide, arrows were released from the archer's fingers and shot towards the blind boy opposite!

"Father, father, don't!" At that moment, the figure of a teenager pounced in, wearing a brocade robe, carrying a bag of wild fruits, but suddenly fell to the ground, and the wild fruits rolled out.

The bow and arrow have no eyes, and the arrows can't turn back, and a few arrows are aimed at the child!

"Bing'er!" Even the Emperor of Yan Bing, who had always been hard-hearted, suddenly lost his color!

It was his favorite youngest son, Yan Bing, who was only fourteen years old, but he brought it out, and his three elder brothers went hunting, and the youngest child went to the woods to pick wild fruits, ready to quench the thirst of his father and brothers.

Seeing that these arrows were about to be shot at the young emperor, the heart of the Emperor of the Yanfeng sank!

However, a silver light suddenly crossed the air, and the fish intestine sword swung out of Ye Chen's hand, and with just a slight stroke, all the long arrows were cut in two and fell to the ground.

Emperor Yanfeng just breathed a sigh of relief, but saw Yan Bing get up from the ground, and instead of running towards himself, he ran towards that rebel Yechen!

The teenage child stretched out his hands and hugged his brother, and his voice was still immature: "Brother Chen, Brother Chen, don't kill your father!"

He turned his head and looked at his father: "Father, father, promise Bing'er, you don't want to kill Brother Chen, okay......?" It's a family!"

"Family ......" The elder brother who was hugged by him on his thigh muttered, and a few tears fell from the eyeless eye sockets: "The emperor's family is the most ruthless, if there is an afterlife, Yechen wishes to live in the world, not to be reborn in the emperor's family!"

He suddenly pushed Yan Bing away, and the ten-year-old child stumbled and fell to the ground, and saw his brother, and the fish intestine sword in his hand was raised again!

The wolves also grinned, bared their sharp teeth, and rushed towards everyone!

The soldiers of the Guards hurriedly waved their swords and guns to resist.

But those wolves are extremely ferocious, and when they open their mouths to bite, they can bite off their knives and guns, and their mouths let out bursts of wolf howls and wolf howls, which make people's minds numb and chilling, and soon they lose their combat effectiveness and let the wolves pounce on them.

The guards fought hard, but they only killed a few low-level wind wolves and silver wolves, those who had cultivated to the third and fourth orders of the flame wolves and golden flame wolves, they were almost no opponents, the wolves not only attacked fiercely, but also were extremely organized, attacking and retreating like people, and even taking a joint siege to attack the opponent, and in the end, the guards who claimed to be the strongest defense team held their hands with swords and guns couldn't help but tremble.

In the end, even the powerless bachelor Fu Yijian picked up the blade from the ground, held it with both hands, and participated in the battle tremblingly.

However——, a "bang", a silver light lit up, and a thin red line appeared on the scholar's throat and fell to the ground.

"Don't blame me," Chinese New Year's Eve Chen collected his sword and muttered to his corpse: "Since sooner or later you are going to die, I just want you to die a happy death, teacher!"

That may be the last bit of humanity in the heart of that Chinese New Year's Eve.

Then, with the sword in his hand, he walked towards the Emperor of the Flame Wind who was sitting at the end.

It was only a few short steps, but he seemed to be walking on the tip of a knife, and with every step, his heart was dripping blood.

It was his father, the king over all men.

But it was the culprit who caused his mother's death and his wandering, and at that moment, all the pictures of suffering were presented in his mind, burning his heart like fire!

He heard his father's heavy gasps, and the sound of his heartbeat.

It turns out that the emperor of the Ninety-Five Emperor will also be afraid?

He slowly raised his hand, and the tip of the fish intestine sword in his hand was aimed at his father.

The fish intestine sword, the ominous sword of heaven and earth, is unreasonable, unacceptable, the minister kills the king, and the son kills the father!

Emperor Yanfeng slowly stood up from his seat.

"Rebel son, do you want to kill your father and replace him?" The power of the emperor is like the wrath of thunder, the dragon's prostration, and the remnant of the power is still there.

Ye Chen smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly: "Father, you still don't understand Chen after all." ”

"Chen, then what do you want?" After a pause, Emperor Yanfeng's voice softened slightly: "Even if your father abdicates, you still can't compete with your brothers." ”

Ye Chen suddenly laughed a few times in a dumb voice.

"It turns out that in my father's heart, there is only the throne and imperial power, mother," he raised his eyeless eyes and looked at the sky: "Your spirit in the sky, do you hear it?......"

The sky is vast, and there is no echo.

Yechen slowly lowered his head.

"Chen doesn't want the throne," he said slowly, "what else can you want?"

In this world, he is so lonely and cold that only the throne is left, which is now something that he can get at his fingertips.

Emperor Yanfeng laughed suddenly: "It turns out that I took you back to the palace, but I just led a wild wolf into the room, but what you are thinking about is competing for the throne with a few brothers!"

His voice tightened suddenly: "Fortunately, I had already seen your wolf ambition at that time, and I just used you, a commoner, to arouse the desire of several princes to win, and use the mechanism to balance their strength, so that each of them did not dare to act rashly against the throne!"

As an emperor, he is really standing at the top of the loneliest, and even his own sons have to be so calculated, in fact, his sons, why are they not also calculating him?

This is the sadness of being an emperor.

But throughout the ages, how many people are willing to give up for it?

"I advise you not to be delusional," Emperor Yanfeng stared at his most unruly son: "Jinyin and each of them led their personal guards to hunt outside, they will come back soon, even if you have wolves to help, you are not the opponent of the three of them!"

"Really?" Ye Chen snorted coldly.

Such a thin and cold tone made the emperor's heart tense for some reason.

Yechen suddenly put his finger to his lips, pursed his lips and whistled, and the howling sound, like a wolf's howl, spread far away in the forest.

After a while, three giant wolves rushed out of the forest, carrying three human bodies in their mouths, and dragged them over.

When the Emperor of the Flame Wind opened his eyes, he couldn't help but tear his eyes!

That's his three sons!

Jinyin, Ji Chu, and Qingxi, their bloody corpses were lying on the ground, their eyes were wide open, and they didn't bother before they died!

On their bodies and necks, there were several thin sword marks, not wolf marks!

"Yes...... Did you kill them?" Emperor Yanfeng rebuked bitterly, completely unable to believe that this blind son in front of him had done such a cruel and monstrous evil!

"Well, I killed them one by one with my own hands while they were hunting separately!" "Young Chinese New Year's Eve Chen replied briefly: "They should die!"

He looked up suddenly: "You deserve to die too, father!"

He raised his sword, but he was suddenly hit by a feather arrow flying from afar, and the fish intestine sword flew out of his hand!

Following a large group of people, they appeared behind the Emperor of the Burning Wind.

Xiahou Zhan, the commander of the forbidden army led by him, held a bow and arrows in one hand, and the flying horse rushed forward, rolled the saddle and dismounted: "The last general is too late to save the car, I hope Your Majesty will forgive me!"

"Forgive you for your innocence, be even!" Emperor Yanfeng raised his hand slightly, and a smile appeared on his lips: "The Son of Heaven hunts, he will set up a forbidden army under the mountain, and when you talk to me, I have already sent a secret signal to gather the forbidden army under the mountain to go up the mountain," he looked at his son: "I am also a soldier and immediately fight the world, Chen, compared with your father, you are still a little tender." ”

The forbidden army has the most powerful weapons, the Iron Imperial Bow and the Rocket Gun, Dugu Zhan waved his hand, and those forbidden soldiers rushed forward, and suddenly the Iron Imperial Bow and the rocket in their hands were fired together, and suddenly the arrows in the forest were fired, and the wolves fell one after another!

The forbidden army surrounded it, encircling and suppressing the remaining wolves, the wolves gradually became weak, but they inspired a stronger fighting spirit, the wolf's eyes flashed with fierce light, and one by one they rushed towards the forbidden army without regard for death, facing the flying arrows and the cannon fire, tearing their arms and biting off the weapons in their hands!

The only remaining five or six wolves gathered together, and under the leadership of the white wolf, they collectively emitted a wolf howling sound, which was a kind of soul howling technique, emitting an extremely strong blue light wave, and rushed into the enemy formation.

Suddenly, several of the bowmen dropped their weapons, covered their ears with both hands, blood flowed from their ears, and they fell to the ground and died!

The rest of the bowmen are also crumbling!

"It's the head wolf!" Xiahou Zhan, the commander of the forbidden army, saw the clue at a glance: "Kill that white wolf first!"

He grabbed his bow and arrow in one hand and aimed at the white wolf!

The white wolf looked at the forbidden army master of the Jindan period, digging the ground with both paws, and the two wolves showed an uneasy look in their eyes.

The wolf is psychic, although it is a fifth-order purple gold flame wolf, it also knows that it is not his opponent.

With a "boom", the arrow in Xiahou Zhan's hand broke through the air, and lightning shot towards the white wolf.

"Don't kill it!" Hearing the wind, the Chinese New Year's Eve Chen rushed out desperately, blocking the iron arrow with his body!

——The white wolf is his last relative in this world, to him, he is also a teacher and a friend, like a brother and an elder, he would rather die himself than die a white wolf!

The white wolf looked at Yechen who rushed over, the wolf's eyes suddenly gave off a light, jumped up from the ground fiercely, and the huge momentum knocked Yechen to the ground, and the white wolf's body met the iron arrow, "poof", the tip of the arrow pierced in, and the blood gushing out suddenly dyed the white hair on its chest red.

The white wolf fell to the ground with a "pounce".

"White wolf, white wolf!" Ye Chen stretched out his trembling hand, groped on the ground, touched the body of the white wolf, and hugged it tightly into his arms: "You don't want to die! You don't want to die!" The young man let out a low roar in his chest, mixed with a hoarse cry: "You are dead, what can I do?!......

The majestic white wolf, in his arms, suddenly stretched out his tongue and licked lightly on his pale face, like the most tender touch of a loved one.

Then, slowly, its head drooped.

If Yechen could see it, he would know that the last time the white wolf looked at him before he died, he was so caring and so uneasy.

If the eyes can speak, it seems to say: "Chen, in this world where people's hearts are more sinister than wolves, what should you do after I die?......"