The battle inside the main hall was fierce, and in a short period of time, corpses were piled up outside the hall, and blood flowed like a river.

Over the years, Murong Jinglan has not only secretly cultivated a large number of secret guards, but his Praetorian Guards are also extraordinary, which is also one of the reasons why Yan Su did not dare to raise troops to rebel for a long time.

The 100,000 Praetorian Guards all set out at this time, but on the way to the main hall, they were intercepted by 30,000 Lingyun Cavalry. Although Ling Yunqi had not fully recovered from his injuries, it did not prevent them from exerting their combat effectiveness to the extreme. With the fewest casualties and in the shortest possible time, all subsequent obstacles were cleared.

In the courtyard of the palace, in front of the main hall, the corpses as high as a hill were densely piled up, and the blood was flowing slowly. Tens of thousands of dead corpses make people feel like they are in hell, as if the smell of blood is floating all over the sky.

At this moment, a woman in pink flew out of the main hall, Xin Ping held Mu Zhiyu's porcelain vase in her hand, flying in the air, solving the mountain of corpses in the fastest way, but she left her own people with extraordinary accuracy.

Ling Xuan strode up to Ling Xiao and whispered something, and then Ling Xiao ordered that the dead Lingyun knights be buried and comforted to their families.

The flag of "Ling" fluttered in the wind, and the morale of the 20,000 Lingyun knights was high, looking up to the sky and shouting, shocked by the glory of this moment.

On the high platform in the hall, Yan Ying was still sitting on the phoenix chair that symbolized her noble status as the queen mother, but at this moment, she was sealed all over her body, and she could only stare at her with wide eyes as her emperor in front of her was injured and fell to the ground again and again, but he had no chance to get close to Murong Lingche.

Mu Zhiyu stood behind Yan Ying, watching the unsightly scene of their mother and son, but the hatred in his heart never decreased by half a point. The pain they inflicted on Che was far from enough for them to repay.

The long silk in his hand came out instantly, and he randomly hooked a long sword from the guard's hand and threw it in front of Murong Zhenlan's eyes, with a hint of ridicule on the corner of his mouth, I am afraid that even if he holds the sword, he will not have a chance to use the sword.

Murong Jinglan was wearing a dragon robe, but he was already embarrassed, lying prone on the ground, supporting the long sword obtained at random with one hand, staggering to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looking at the indifferent and cold figure opposite with a ruthless look.

"Murong Lingche, you took everything from me, I want to kill you!"

Murong Lingche was wearing a black python robe, his movements were elegant and cold, standing proudly, his whole body exuded the aura of Shura, and the innate royal aura filled Murong Lingche's heart like high pressure, but he just squinted at him contemptuously, as if he regarded it as nothing.

"It's something that belongs to this king, why take it?" With his hands behind his back, his cold words were as piercing as a magic sound, and his cold eyes were full of murderous aura, and he didn't even want to look at him again.

"Murong Lingche, why is it that from childhood to adulthood, no matter how hard I tried, I was still buried under your aura. Everyone in the world says that you are a cold-blooded and ruthless ghost-faced Shura, but they still can't forget that you are the Purple Feather God of War with great achievements. The people respect you, value you, and are grateful for the peaceful and prosperous world you guard, but how can they remember all the efforts I have made? Ziling's country was laid by you, but I worked hard for the country for four whole years! Why is it that the person who is loved by the people is you and not me, I am not reconciled! I am not reconciled! ”

Murong roared in shock, raised his long sword violently and rushed straight towards Murong Lingche, but before he could get close to him, he saw the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and the strange killing intent in his eyes appeared, and the hands behind him moved forward instantly, and with a wave of his long sleeves, he knocked the person who was rushing from the opposite side out of dozens of meters with the long sword, and flew straight down from the high platform.

Blood spurted out of his mouth in an instant, Murong covered his chest in shock, suppressed the sharp pain of his heart cracking, slowly stood up, and looked up at the still indifferent person unwillingly, with desperate ruthlessness in his eyes.

After cultivating his skills for so long, he still can't even get close to his body, he can tear up all his efforts so easily with just a wave of his long sleeves, and his skills are terrifying and profound, I'm afraid he will be extremely poor all his life, and he can't surpass him by half a point.

"The winner is king, and the loser is the loser. I've lost, so you can do it. "Murong Jinglan is unwilling after all, but what can he do if he is unwilling, the outcome has been divided, and he still can't compare to him after all. Slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the moment when death came.

Mu Zhiyu untied Yan Ying's acupoint at this moment, just motioned for Xin Ping to tie her hands to the phoenix chair, and watched her coldly break free, and finally shouted over there in despair, "Ling Che, no matter what, he is also your imperial brother, the biological son of your father!" You can't kill him, you can't kill him! ”

Murong Ling Che turned her head and looked coldly, her eyes were scarlet, and her cold and unwarm voice made her shudder, "Ling Che, is it also worthy of your name?" ”

"Ling Che, the queen mother knows that you hate me, but you can't kill each other!"

"You hurt my mother, let our mother and son, and brothers separate, and even kill my mother's family. Four years ago, I poisoned my father, and this king and you are enemies! Cannibalism? Such ridiculous words are also due to your mouth! ”

With a wave of her long sleeves, a huge air flow struck straight towards Yan Ying, and she immediately spat blood, and the pain on her body kept stimulating every nerve in her body, but it couldn't endanger her life.

"Che, there's no need to talk nonsense with this old witch. You and that Murong Jinglan have been brothers for more than 20 years, but in my Xiao Luoyu's heart, you are just the son of an enemy. If you can't make a move, let me come. This revenge is only right for our two brothers to avenge, you have beaten him to a serious injury, and you should leave it to me to play. ”

There was a lazy evil smile on the corner of Xiao Luoyu's mouth, and he didn't know when he had reached Murong Jinglan's back, and the sword in his hand also pierced his body in an instant.

"For the sake of you having the same blood as us, let you die a happy death. However, your vicious queen mother is afraid that she will not be able to avoid some torture. ”

"Don't! Lan'er! Yan Ying's heart-rending cry was just that he couldn't hear it anymore.

Xiao Luoyu smiled evilly, the long sword was withdrawn from Murong Jinglan's body, and then flew to the high platform, nodding at Mu Zhiyu and smiling: "Sister-in-law, you go to rest first, and leave it to me and Che here." ”

Mu Zhiyu glanced at Murong Lingche, and saw that his eyes were cold and warm, I am afraid that the hatred for Yan Ying has not dissipated for half a minute, but with Xiao Luoyu here, it should make his heart relax a little, so she is no longer overly worried, and then nodded towards Xiao Luoyu, and walked off the high platform with Xinping. (To be continued.) )