In the last years of the Great Business, the world was in chaos!

The heroes are chasing the deer, the wolf smoke is everywhere, the beacon fire is everywhere, and the eyes are full of devastation.

The whole dynasty has reached the point of storms.

Upper capital, Taiji Palace.

A man of about forty years of age sat on a dragon chair with a calm gaze and looked out of the hall.

Looking closely, this person's face is handsome, but his brows are slightly furrowed, while his temples are already gray.

He rested on the dragon chair with his left hand and a sheathed sword forward with his right hand.

The long sword was unpretentious, but his hand holding the hilt of the sword was extraordinarily hard, and his muscles flared up, as if he was trying to restrain something.

The flames outside the hall soared into the sky, and there were constant shouts of killing.

However, he sat there without moving, like a big mountain, suppressing this piece of heaven and earth.

After a while, a eunuch in a python robe stumbled in, only to see that his hair was scattered and there were blood stains on his face, and he didn't know if it was the enemy's or his own.

The eunuch saw the person sitting above, put away his panic slightly, bowed down, and said in a hurried and steady tone: "Tell Your Majesty, the rebels have invaded the inner city, and the prince is leading the Imperial Forest Army to resist to the death, but the other party is overwhelmed, and the bandit leader is the enemy's killer Luo Po army, and now our army is no longer one out of ten." ”

At this point, he paused abruptly and looked up slightly at the man above, many memories flashing through his mind for a moment.

As if he had made up his mind, he gritted his teeth and pleaded: "Your Majesty, stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of running out of firewood." As long as His Majesty is alive for a day, those rebellious ministers and thieves will not be at ease after all. The old slave implored His Majesty to take a step back for the sake of the great merchant and the ancestral inheritance......"

The rest of the words, he didn't go on. Having watched this man grow up since he was a child, he deeply knew the character of the Son of Great Merchant.

If it weren't for the end of the dynasty, then the man in front of him would probably surpass any king of the Great Shang.

However, by the time he ascended the throne, the entire empire was already in name only, and it was in jeopardy. No matter how hard he tries, he will not be able to save the mansion after ten years.

He is the last emperor of the Great Shang: the night firmament.

Hearing the words of the eunuch below, Ye Cangming's brows stretched slightly, waved his hand, and said softly: "The ancestors laid a foundation and moved the capital to Beijing, isn't it just to warn future generations that the Son of Heaven guards the country, and the king dies." The big merchants don't exist anymore, what face do I have to live in the world? ”

Ye Cangming asked rhetorically, surprisingly he didn't use me to call himself, as if he was just an ordinary person now.

Just when the eunuch was about to open his mouth to persuade, a soldier in armor staggered into the main hall and said urgently: "Your Majesty, it's not good, the prince has been martyred!" ”

Rao is night cang's heart was as calm as water, and when he heard the news, his face suddenly turned white, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

A few drops of blood landed on the sword, and disappeared in an instant.

"Your Majesty, take care of the dragon."

"Please take care of your majesty!"

Two words came out of the mouths of the eunuchs and the soldiers.

And Ye Cangming waved his hand, his face was still pale, and he said to the eunuch below: "Lao Chen, if you get to the harem quickly, I will give you a task, be sure to escort Lin'er out of the palace safely." ”

The eunuch who was called Lao Chen had his head firmly attached to the ground, and said loudly: "Please rest assured, Your Majesty, even if you fight for the cheap life of the old slave, you will definitely protect the emperor's great-grandson Zhouquan." ”

Ye Cangming glanced at Lao Chen deeply, and said softly, "Thank you, Uncle Chen." ”

Hearing the emperor call himself like this again, Lao Chen's eyes instantly moistened, remembering that when he was a young eunuch, the man in front of him was still a child.

It was precisely because of this child's temporary soft-heartedness that he saved himself from making mistakes. Later, before Ye Cangming became the crown prince, he privately called himself Uncle Chen.

All kinds of past made Lao Chen raise his head and look at the man above steadily, as if he wanted to engrave his face deeply in his heart.

Suddenly, he turned around and ran out

And Ye Cangming, who was sitting upright, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Although Lao Chen is a eunuch, with his skills, there are no more than two hands in the world that can stop him.

Now, he can be a little relieved.

At this time, the shouting of killing was clearer, and it was already a thousand steps away.

Ye Cangming looked at the soldier in the main hall and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you should be from the Nangong family." ”

The soldier didn't expect that the emperor at this moment was not at all like the current king of the dead country of the great enemy, he secretly glanced at the man above, and somehow, for the first time, he felt a feeling that he had only heard of before: Tianwei!

That man, sitting there, as if it were heaven and earth, his eyes were as deep as water, except for the fact that he had just heard that the prince's face had changed, he was as motionless as a mountain at this time, like a god.

These thoughts flashed through the soldier's mind like lightning, and he bowed his head and said, "Back to Your Majesty, the last general, Nangong Ye of the Nangong family, serves as the right general of the Imperial Forest Army." ”

Ye Cangming looked at the young man in his early twenties in front of him, and said a good word softly, and there was no more follow-up.

Nangong Ye endured the injuries on his body, pulled out his long knife, and stood quietly aside.

After a while, the shouting gradually disappeared.

A few people appeared at the door of the main hall, and the moment they saw these people, the corners of the mouth of Ye Cangming, who had always been unwavering, rose slightly, drawing an arc, as if mocking something.

Ye Cangming looked at the person in front of him, opened his mouth flatly, and said: "Shangguan police, me, Wang Batian, Li Dongyang, Duanmu Fan." ”

Every time a name is pronounced, the person's face will appear a little unnatural.

Although they have already invaded the Taiji Palace, which is known as the most powerful place in the world.

Even if the army of the Great Merchants has been defeated, even if the current Great Merchants have existed in name only. Even so, they still didn't dare to have any disrespect for the man sitting on the dragon chair in front of them, the Great Shang Emperor, the only two celestial realms in the world, one person can reach one country.

What's more, he is still the Son of Heaven now, holding the Xuanyuan Sword - the world's number one attacking weapon!

"Weichen (grass people) see Your Majesty!"

The four people below bowed slightly, but did not bow down as usual.

"Shangguan police, I, your Shangguan family has been favored by the emperor for generations, and you live in the household department, and you have a good official residence, and now you are collaborating with the enemy and treason, leading these grass cowards to come here."

Nangong Ye took a step forward, lying between the dragon chair and the door of the main hall, and waved his long knife with a stabbing sound, pointed at them, and asked, "You! What face to step into this Tai Chi Palace! ”

When I heard Nangong Ye's scolding, I looked at the young man in front of me who was covered in blood, and raised my head slightly, as if I wanted to look at the face of the person above.

However, nothing was said in the end.

I didn't speak, but someone couldn't sit still. This person was the bearded man among the four, he was eight feet tall, holding a copper hammer, he stepped forward and shouted: "What kind of thing are you, the minister of the dead country, and dare to shout?" ”

Nangong Ye's eyes turned red instantly, and he was about to rush forward, desperately thinking of one for one, vowing to cut the madman in front of him under the knife.

Just as he was making a move, suddenly a powerful force restrained him and fixed him there.

That power is like the power of heaven and earth, and it cannot be desecrated.

Nangong Ye's eyes were full of anxiety, but there was nothing he could do, the power that imprisoned him was too strong.

But it was Ye Cangming who slowly spoke, and said: "Wang Batian, the Tu people of Qingyang County, colluded with the East Lake Gang to do evil, and the imperial court has not been able to exterminate it. ”

After a pause, his eyes saw the other person, the ridicule in his eyes had not decreased, and he said jokingly: "Yes, with the support of the Duanmu family of Qingyang County Guard, and the collusion of officials and bandits, how can they be exterminated?" ”

At the mention of Duanmu Fan, his body trembled unnaturally, and then regained his calm. But the cold sweat on his forehead couldn't stop dripping.

Wang Batian dared to compete with Nangong Ye because although Nangong Ye was a member of the Nangong family, he was a hairy boy with an infamous reputation after all.

On the other hand, he is Wang Batian, and now he is one of the four marshals of the Great Shang.

was scolded by a junior boy pointing at his nose, and he couldn't do it still. However, in the face of the night, he knew that he was two pounds, and he definitely did not dare to provoke.

However, what he didn't know was that no one in the Taiji Hall was allowed to bring weapons into the hall, and the violator would be regarded as killing the king.

Shangguan police I hereditary replacement, one of the four major families of the Great Shang, successively served as the head of the household.

Li Dongyang used to be a teacher in a private school, but later abandoned literature and military affairs and gradually became the leader of the new army.

Duanmu Fan is the new patriarch of the Duanmu family, although he is not as good as the four major families, but he is also in the second echelon.

Only Wang Batian, who was born recklessly, is a southern Tu tribe, and has grown up all the way by relying on the Tu tribe's courage and ruthlessness.

In fact, he is a reckless man in the true sense of the word.

The other three looked down on him in their hearts.

What's more, under the premise of a stable environment, there are many open and secret battles between the four of them. And, of course, it's fun to see other people's jokes.

Therefore, Wang Batian was the only one who brought weapons.

At this moment, Nangong Ye regained his mobility, and Wang Batian's eyes suddenly widened in horror.

Because, Nangong Ye's offensive had come out, and the big sword was slashed straight down, and Wang Batian couldn't even scream, so he saw that Sen Han's sword light was fleeting, and even his right arm was separated from his body.

Shangguan policeman, Li Dongyang, and Duanmu Fan didn't dare to move, although Ye Cangming only used a qi lock on Wang Batian just now, but that casual glance made them feel like they were in an ice cave.

After Nangong Ye slashed a knife, he wanted to continue wielding the knife, but he heard a faint sentence from outside the hall: "Enough." ”

The voice was very calm, without the slightest fire, as if it was thousands of miles away, and it seemed to explode in the ears.

Hearing this voice, Nangongye's body trembled, but the hand holding the hilt of the knife became even harder.

Because, the voice he knows, the leader of the rebels: Ye Qinglin.

If nothing else, the owner of that voice will be the founding emperor of the new dynasty.

The princes of all walks of life quarreled and set themselves up as kings, only to be united by a man who suddenly rose to prominence with lightning speed.

The means are simple and effective: those who obey are receiving, and those who are not convinced are killed!

In this way, Ye Qinglin condensed the princes of the world into a new force with thunderous means and became the Great Yi Army!

It wasn't long before the owner of the voice came to this place.

This person is slightly younger than Ye Cangming, and it is hard to imagine that the leader of the Great Yi Army, the only two strong people in the world, is actually a Confucian appearance, folding a fan and a scarf.

After Shangguan and the others saw the comer, they bowed slightly, stood sideways, and remained silent. Wang Batian also regained his freedom, his face was pale, and he was dripping with cold sweat, but he didn't look at the severed hand.

Ye Qinglin stepped into the main hall, glanced at Nangong Ye, who was tense all over, patted his left hand with a folding fan in his right hand, and exclaimed: "What a good seedling of the Nangong family." ”

Ye Cangming finally raised his head, his eyes were as calm as water, he glanced at the person twenty steps in front of him, and said indifferently: "You are here." ”

Ye Qinglin smiled lightly and replied, "Yes, I'm here." ”

Like an old friend for many years, they meet and greet each other, neither polite nor unfamiliar.

Ye Cangming slowly stood up, stood with his hands in his hands, looked at Ye Qinglin with his eyes, and said slowly: "This world, leave it to you, I don't worry." ”

Ye Qinglin shrugged his shoulders and sighed, "Actually, I don't want to be you, I'm too tired." ”

After speaking, the needles in the hall could be heard, and the silence was terrifying.

The two of them were obviously standing in the main hall as soon as they went up and down, but a powerful aura swept over, whether it was Nangong Ye or Shangguan Police and the others, it seemed that they were deep in the quagmire, and it was difficult to even breathe, and as for the conversation between the two, they couldn't hear it at all.

The cultivation of the celestial realm is terrifying!

Ye Cangming suddenly smiled, slowly pulled out the Xuanyuan sword, pointed at Ye Qinglin with the tip of the sword, and said, "Today, let us fight to the death." I won, and I will destroy the rebels. You win, and the country changes hands. ”

After hearing Ye Cangming's words, Ye Qinglin frowned, feeling the evil aura in it, and looked at the man above, the emperor who once held the power of life and death in the world.

Although it is now at the end of its rope, it is still like a sharp sword out of the sheath, reaching into the sky and topping the world.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Then, his eyes snapped open, and a light flashed through his eyes.

Ye Qinglin's battle intent was fierce, and he said: "Let's fight it out, see if you are powerful with the blessing of Xuanyuan Sword, or if only I am better with the mountain and river fan!" ”

In an instant, there was no trace of the two of them in the main hall!

The decisive battle of the Celestial Realm, just the aftermath, I don't know how many people will be killed......