The yellow sand rolls the west wind, and the mountains cover the sunset.

I don't know why the ancient city of Dali is today, the gate that should have been bustling and prosperous is closed at the moment, and the soldiers in armor can be seen on the city wall.

Even from a distance of several hundred meters, Yue Laosan and the three of them in the clouds could also feel the murderous intent of the city in front of them for no reason.

"Boss, is he really the prince of Yanqing in Dali?"

The crane in the cloud saw Duan Yanqing, who was walking towards the ancient city of Dali with a staggering step like a beggar, and there was still a little incredulity in his eyes.

"I think what the boss said should be the truth."

"I also remember that when the boss was in Yipintang, he often searched for relevant information about Dali."

"Now that I think about it, the boss joined Xixia Yipintang, in addition to obtaining martial arts secrets, most of them are still using Xixia Yipintang to explore the situation in Dali Middle School, in order to return to Dali."

"The boss has become a martial arts master, and he took the three of me to rush day and night, he should have the strength to regain the treasure!"

Ye Erniang saw Duan Yanqing's footsteps that seemed to be quite heavy, and there was a little more expectation on her face.

When Duan Yanqing revealed his identity before, he promised her that as long as he regained the great treasure, he would help her find her son with the power of a country.

"I don't care about the identity of the boss, I'm just worried about whether the boss's actions are too dangerous now."

"I can hear the sound of shouting and killing in Dali City when I stand so far away, what should have happened in Dali City, the boss is now rushing to the city alone, and he will not be shot directly by those soldiers on the city wall, right?"

Unlike Ye Erniang and Yun Zhonghe's entanglement with Duan Yanqing's identity, Yue Laosan looked at the figure in the distance, but there was a little worry in his eyes.

Although Yue Laosan knew that Duan Yanqing had become a martial arts master, he had never seen Duan Yanqing make a move after becoming a grandmaster. Looking at the person in front of him about the situation of a big city, the worry in his eyes was unmistakable.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have thought that Yue Laosan, who was known as a fierce god on the rivers and lakes, would show such a worried look?

"Maybe the boss reveals his identity and the city gate is directly open to the boss?"

Yunzhong couldn't see a worried look on his face, and when he looked at the ancient city of Dali in front of him, there was only a faint and gloomy look in his eyes.

At this time, Yanqing was really a crippled beggar, and he only slowly moved his body towards Dali City.

Staying three hundred meters away from Dali City, he clearly saw that Duan Yanqing's eyes were extremely complicated at this moment, including excitement, apprehension, hatred, remembrance, anger and other emotions.

It is not often difficult for people to imagine suffering, and it is impossible to know how complex it can be in the human eye.

As far as Duan Yanqing is concerned, he just thinks of Yang Yizhen's forced palace incident five years ago.

At that time, Yang Yizhen, a powerful minister of Dali, led troops into the palace and forced his father to become Emperor De. Just because he said two more words, his legs were broken, and even his face was completely ruined.

If it weren't for his Duan Yanqing's fate, I'm afraid he would have been a dead man five years ago.

No, for ordinary people, the Prince of Yanqing evaporated from the world five years ago, is he not a dead man?

In the past five years, he has entered the Xixia Yipintang, and he has been paying attention to Dali's intelligence every day.

Seeing that Yang Yizhen regarded Emperor Shangde as a puppet in the intelligence, and seeing Emperor Shangde die inexplicably, Yang Yizhen supported Duan Shouhui as Emperor Dali, Duan Yanqing only felt that his heart was like ten thousand ants devouring his heart.

It was also because of this hatred that he was able to go from a crippled beggar who was a rude martial arts scholar to the first villain in the Yipintang of Western Xia in five years.

It's not that his martial arts talent is really good, it's just that he has a deep hatred in the sea of blood, and he only feels that he falls into the hell of the Sword Mountain every day, and his heart is like a knife at night.

This is also the reason why Duan Yanqing also wants to become a martial arts master knowing that life and death are difficult to decide, and knowing that the life span of burning is also true.

Just because he has all kinds of hatred in his heart, even the yellow spring water is difficult to wash away!

A few days ago, he received information that Yang Yizhen and Duan Shouhui, the Shangming Emperor he supported, were already like fire and water. At this moment, listening to the increasingly clear shouts of killing in the city, Duan Yanqing couldn't guess that Yang Yizhen was afraid that he would completely break with Duan Shouhui.

Whether it was Yang Yizhen or Duan Shouhui, Duan Yanqing only had a strong hatred in his heart.

He hated Yang Yizhen for turning him from a prince of a country into a disfigured beggar, and hated Duan Shouhui for usurping his throne and sitting on the throne of Dali, which should have been his.

"All grievances will only be settled today!"

"It's mine, no one can take it away!"

Looking at the ancient city of Dali in the distance, the corners of Duan Yanqing's mouth were just tearing out an expression that was neither crying nor laughing. The next moment, his body was like a ghost, and he suddenly stepped out of the distance of nearly ten zhang.

Originally, there were more than 300 meters of Dali city wall, but when he looked at it after three or two breaths, Duan Yanqing was already close to the city wall.

"Enemy attack!"

Someone on the city wall had been paying attention to Duan Yanqing for a long time, but Duan Yanqing was just a crippled beggar before, and the soldiers on the city wall didn't pay attention to it even if they saw it.

But those people on the city wall never thought of it, but in an instant, the crippled beggar suddenly turned into an evil ghost Shura, and in a moment it rushed towards the city gate.

The soldiers in scaly armor on the city wall finally reacted and screamed in such an exclamation.

The sound of this enemy attack fell, and dozens of people were hurriedly bending bows and arrows on the city wall. When he saw the figure under the city wall that he couldn't see clearly, the soldiers on the city wall were in a commotion again.

"Shoot him! Shoot him! ”

The shouting of killing in the city became clearer and clearer to Duan Yanqing, and someone on the city wall seemed to realize something and let out such a hoarse roar.

When the sound resounded through the city walls, the soldiers defending the city did not hesitate, and the soldiers who bent their bows and arrows only let go of the arrows in their hands in an instant.

But it was only such a moment, Duan Yanqing had already rushed to the city wall, and although the arrows on the city wall were fast, they could only shoot to the position where Duan Yanqing was standing before.

When Duan Yanqing stood in front of the city gate, and saw the heavy city gate in front of him again, Duan Yanqing's body turned again, and the soldiers on the city wall had not yet returned to their senses, and they saw a figure under the city wall rising like a roc.

How high should this figure be, this city wall is four or five zhang high, Duan Yanqing just moved twice with an iron turn, and he actually climbed the city wall like this.

The wind was spreading, and the three or five hundred soldiers on the city wall were stunned to see Duan Yanqing in front of them, they had never seen the martial artists of the rivers and lakes, but the speed of moving like a wind was really beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"Kill him, he's a fellow traitor in the city!"

The soldiers on the city wall looked at the crippled beggar in front of them in a daze, but when the city wall garrison saw that Duan Yanqing was about to go to the city without stopping for the slightest, the garrison took the lead and raised their swords to kill Duan Yanqing.

With the action of the garrison, the soldiers surrounded on the city wall came back to their senses again, although they were surprised by Duan Yanqing's speed, but at this moment, the soldiers raised their knives and spears, and handed the knives to Duan Yanqing like this.

But the weirdness of the crippled beggar in front of him was even more beyond imagination, obviously there were swords and soldiers, but Duan Yanqing didn't dodge or dodge, he only waved the iron crutch in his hand to guard a little.

There was another scream on the city wall, and the next moment it was an instant explosion of red and white. When he looked at Duan Yanqing again, he clearly saw that Duan Yanqing was actually resisting more than a dozen sword soldiers with his body.

Between the swings of the iron crutch, the soldiers in front of Duan Yanqing only screamed, everything only happened in one or two breaths, and when the soldiers on the city wall came back to their senses, all they saw was Duan Yanqing falling from the city wall like a harrier eagle.

And the place where Duan Yanqing stood before was just a stream of blood, twenty or thirty people screamed again and again, and then looked at the sound of the guard, the horror in his heart spread instantly, the neck of the garrison was empty, and the surrounding area was red and white.

"I have a three-foot Zhengang body, and I can't hurt me in the slightest when the sword soldiers add to my body, and I break the edge and crack the stone between the movements, just like a big murderer in the world!"

"But I don't want to be a big murderer, I just want to turn into a Shura evil ghost, a Shura evil ghost who crawled out of hell!"

"Come to take back everything you have!"

Suddenly seeing blood, then listening to the endless shouts and killing in his ears, and seeing the bloody fighting of the soldiers everywhere in the city, the resentment that Duan Yanqing had been holding back for several years finally broke out.

He whispered these words first, and when he looked up again, his eyes were scarlet.

The crippled beggar, the prince of a country, swords and soldiers fought each other, and the fighting broke out, which finally detonated the boiling killing intent in Duan Yanqing's heart.

At this moment, Duan Yanqing was suddenly enchanted, his stiff face only opened a strange angle, and he vaguely seemed to become the disabled beggar with limited mobility, only staggering, one step at a time.

But the strange thing is that as Duan Yanqing staggered into the killing field like this, a scarlet blood stain began to drag out behind him, and the stumps and broken arms could be seen in the bloodstains, and there were soldiers screaming again and again.

He, he really looks like a big demon at this moment!

Those soldiers, no matter who they were close to, would be separated in just a moment, and withered and fell in an instant.

The atmosphere can really infect a person.

In the midst of the battle, Duan Yanqing seemed to want to vent all the bitterness and hatred in his heart over the years. Whether it is Yang Yizhen's subordinates or Duan Shouhui's subordinates, anyone who stops in front of him will only die.

He was like a Shura demon, obviously just staggering, but the streets he walked through were only silent.

I don't know when, Duan Yanqing's clothes have been dyed blood-red, and this crippled beggar dragged two iron crutches, like an evil ghost coming out of hell, avenging this world!

Gradually, the shouting and killing behind Duan Yanqing was slowly weakening, as if this soldier in the city was only frightened by the killing of that person.

As far as Duan Yanqing could see, he saw a force of thousands of soldiers and horses, the military horses shouted at the gate of the imperial city in front of them, and at the back of the soldiers and horses, he could see a person wearing scales and armor.

When Duan Yanqing's figure walked here, whether it was the soldier who was standing on the eaves of the high wall in the imperial city to fight, or the soldier who was originally holding a huge tree to rush to the city gate, at this time, he only clearly felt the cold chill on his neck, and the hairs on his back were even more erect.

Thousands of people on the entire battlefield all turned their eyes as if they felt something, and looked at the crippled beggar dragging blood-red traces and staggering towards him on iron crutches.

At this moment, the entire battle was the most fierce battlefield, and it was only stopped for half a moment because of Duan Yanqing alone!

When Duan Yanqing saw the military horse in front of him, his eyes only fell to the back of the military horse.

And there was a man in scales and armor.

When he saw the familiar face of the man wearing scales and armor, Duan Yanqing's face was torn apart with a stiff and demon-like smile, and he didn't open his mouth, and there was a muffled thunderous roar from the space.

"Prince Yanqing, I have come to invite Yang Yizhen to enter the Infernal Hell!"