She looked down at the body of the servant girl and then at the emperor who was surrounded by the forbidden army, for some reason, she always felt a little funny, so she laughed lowly, and the corners of her mouth were still dripping with blood, looking a little terrifying. She tore off the corners of her clothes and tied her lower abdomen, and pointed a few acupoints, and the blood in her lower abdomen slowly stopped. She took out a small medicine bottle in her arms, poured it into her mouth, and felt much better.

"Arjan!" Xie Yaohuan hurriedly flew down to support her and healed her with internal force. She also sat cross-legged and closed her eyes, the most important thing now was to recover as quickly as possible before she could continue to kill. But the emperor seemed unwilling to give her this opportunity, and commanded the forbidden army to kill, the soldiers held their swords in their hands, and looked at the injured Liang Jian with fierce eyes, and the prince was still lying unconscious, and they approached tentatively. After confirming that Liang Jian and Liu Yueming couldn't make a move against them, they rushed forward boldly.

Fortunately, there were also Song Bingzhu and Zhou Wenjun, who stopped the enemy army. Several people walked side by side to form a barrier to block them, clutching the sword in their hands or glaring at the forbidden army and confronting them. They stood firm in their place, and even if they risked their lives, they could not afford to see their comrades die by the enemy's sword. Liang Jian looked at them with some concern, there were a lot of forbidden troops in this group, and they had lost a lot of manpower when they broke into the imperial city, so they had lost most of them in a fight, and they were barely able to deal with these forbidden troops, if the reinforcements arranged by the emperor came, then they would be the turtles in the urn.

"Don't think about it, heal in peace, we can't give up any of our companions." Beichenyue seemed to sense Liang Jian's uneasiness, and said in a very firm tone. She didn't know when she started treating this group of people as family. At first, it was because Huangfu Yinri joined, and then she was gradually infected by them, and she had already subtly belonged to my Taoist sect by fighting side by side many times, and they were all her relatives.

Liang Jian sighed slightly, and then no longer hesitated, meditating. They won't last long, so they can only fight quickly.

Half an hour has passed, and Zhou Wenjun and the others are still protecting her. She also recovered somewhat, and although her face was a little pale, there was no danger of her life. Xie Yaohuan withdrew her internal strength, helped her to stand up, and saw her looking at the group of forbidden soldiers with blazing eyes, she understood what she was going to do, she just asked with some worry, "Are you sure you can hold on?" ”

"I, yes!" She seemed to be talking to Xie Yaohuan, and it was more like telling herself. Slowly exercising, mobilizing internal force, and being quite steady, she stepped forward to pick up the soft sword on the ground. Wipe the blade with his sleeve, close his eyes and take a deep breath, the sound of the wind in his ears gradually solidified, and the sword intent of the Jackdaw Sword became more and more intense. Seeing this, Song Bingzhu and Zhou Wenjun hinted that their companions around them retreated to the side, and Huangfu Yinri and Beichen Yue and Beichen Min also scattered. This made the forbidden army a little overwhelmed, but they suddenly felt a little cool, they had been fighting for a long time, and their bodies were a little hot, and at some point, the air was a little chilly, and they were feeling a little cool.

When she opened her eyes again, there was only chill left in her eyes, and she clenched the Jackdaw Sword to use the Aoshuang Sword Technique. Suddenly, a powerful cold snap roared by, and there were heavy casualties everywhere it went. A soft sword came and went invisibly, so fast that only afterimages remained, and many soldiers only saw the light and shadow of the sword and could not see the moves clearly before they died. The soft sword is like a silver snake, coming and going without a trace, hiding in the shadows to accumulate strength and then raiding, I don't know when it has stabbed the body. Just getting closer, the chilling sword aura also shocked people to the point that they couldn't hold the sword.

The outermost dozens of forbidden soldiers were already spread to the ground, as if they had broken open layers of petals, and finally they were about to see the stamens inside. There was only the last circle left, and the dozen or so poor forbidden soldiers were protecting the emperor like a little chicken, looking at these dozen people, Liang Jian was already a little weak. The hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and the true qi in her body had already been disordered, and she knew that she couldn't hold it. The exhaled breath condensed into a mist, faintly hinting at her somewhat tired body.

But the most important thing has not been done yet, Liang Jian held the sword blade and gradually pulled it out, the blade of the sword cut open the palm, and the blood stained the blade. She held on to her last breath, and the group of forbidden soldiers were also very loyal, still fighting with their swords to make a way for the emperor. Liang Jian was also a little moved by their loyalty, so he ...... The attack is even more aggressive, almost killing them with one move, not giving them a chance to suffer. As if she had red eyes, she walked in front of the emperor step by step, and the remaining dozen or so forbidden soldiers seemed to be a little deflated. Although he still insisted, he was forced to retreat, and no one dared to take the initiative to step forward anymore. The Emperor picked up a blood-stained sword on the ground, raised it and shouted, "The North Leaves Qianqiu." The blue tendons on his forehead flare, and his white beard trembles to the ground. He pushed away the forbidden army and walked at the front with his sword pointed at her, "I am the emperor, the son of heaven!" ”

The forbidden soldiers who had lost their morale gradually gained strength and improved their spirits, and under the encouragement of the emperor, they raised their swords and shouted, "Long live the emperor!" "Not only to deter the enemy, but also to refresh yourself with confidence, the more you shout, the more excited you are, and the more strength you have.

Seeing that the soldiers were cheering up again, the emperor held his sword to make a final resistance, "Take another step forward, I want you to die without a whole body." Even in the last moments, he maintained the majesty of an emperor, glaring at her like a haughty lion roaring to give his last warning to his enemies. The prince behind him woke up leisurely in the noise, looked at the corpses around him with some doubts, and he picked up a sword on the ground. When the soldiers saw that he was awake, they became even more excited, and their momentum suddenly rose.

The emperor swung his sword and slashed, he was also a good skill, and his swordsmanship was sharp. Liang Jian didn't ink either, as soon as she dodged, her footsteps were light and went directly behind him, and the forbidden army didn't expect her to be like this, so she didn't have time to stop her, she came to the prince, and a sword slashed through the prince's neck, and the scarlet and warm blood spurted out and sprinkled on her sleeve. The prince had just woken up, his strength had not recovered much, and his reaction was a little sluggish, and he collapsed before he could struggle, clutching his neck and feeling the blood spurting in disbelief, and then closed his eyes in resentment.

"Aren't you going to leave me dead without a corpse, come on!"

"Follow it! Follow it!! He said with tears in his eyes, about to drip, and stretched out his hand as if he wanted to pull the prince. rushed in front of the prince, and there was no majesty at all, leaving only a heartbroken old father.

In a trance, he seemed to be several years old all of a sudden, and his back was bent. Liang Jian's eyes suddenly widened, and he was very shocked to see that the red line on his little finger was actually connected with the prince?! The Emperor seems to be passing on his health to the crown prince. Does the emperor still have a hidden identity?!

She wanted to step forward to stop it, but the group of soldiers were angry and chaotic, and they were about to rush up and fight, and they hurried forward to fight him.

She planned to let Zhou Wenjun and them clean up the rest, so that she could stop the emperor, but at this time, the ground suddenly shook, the small pebbles on the ground jumped to the ground, the weeds in the corner of the wall also suddenly swayed, and the clouds on the horizon seemed to feel the heavy breath of the ground and became a little dim. As the sound got closer, closer and closer.

The Emperor was already extremely weak, and he muttered in an old tone, "It's finally here, it's finally ...... Here it comes. With all his hair graying, the prince gradually came to life.