The prince seemed to have breath, the deep sword marks on his neck were healing, the bleeding had stopped, and his face was not as pale as Fang Cai. Seeing this, Liang Jian only felt that there was no kung fu and was shocked anymore. Zhou Wenjun and Song Bingzhu stayed to deal with the remaining forbidden army, while Huangfu Yinri and Beichenyue led more than a dozen men under them to block the approaching army, while Beichenmin ran quickly to the wall to light a firework, the red smoke was particularly conspicuous in the hazy sky, but the thin smoke was insignificant in the thick black clouds and was quickly blown away by the wind. After doing this, Beichen Min also immediately joined Huangfu Yinri and Beichenyue to fight the enemy together. Looking at the army of hundreds of people in front of him, even if he was uneasy in his heart, there was no way to retreat now.

The emperor was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, almost instantaneously, not only did his body gradually become a thin old man, his beard and hair were completely white, the wrinkles on his face were staggered, his eyes were already tightly blocked by the drooping skin, and there were large patches of old age spots on his face. The crown prince had also woken up faintly, and it was too late for Liang Jian to step forward to stop him, the emperor pulled out the red line, and with his last strength, he muttered with a dying breath, "Xun'er, it's Daddy's mistake, Daddy finally ...... You can go... See your mother, the world is ...... I'll leave it to you. After that, he was close to death, and the prince looked at the thin and shrunken man in front of him in disbelief, not domineering and majestic as before, and dry wood like a beggar. Lin Xunzhi's words were blocked in his throat and couldn't be spoken, without too much expression, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and after a long time, he seemed to sigh slowly and helplessly, "Why are you being so good to me now, so that I can't hate it." ”

He picked up the sword that the emperor was holding tightly, and he looked around silently, leaving only Liang Jian, Zhou Wenjun and Beichen Min, and the corpses of the forbidden army were all over the ground. Stacked on top of each other, the walls on the floor were covered in blood, like a slaughterhouse. He knew that as long as he held on a little longer, an army would come to his rescue. He had already heard the killing sound and shouting outside, and the ground was faintly trembling, as if it was in his ears, the sound was particularly pleasant, and he instantly had confidence.

"Are you going to go up one by one or together?" He raised his sword and pointed at the three of them, he was actually a little apprehensive in his heart, but he still had to pretend to be fearless. He knew very well that if he showed the slightest cowardice, the enemy would immediately pounce on him and tear him apart.

"Brother Huang, let's fight openly between the two of us." Zhao Jing didn't know when he woke up and appeared behind him, holding a sword in his hand, his face was not half immature, his face was old and serious, his eyes were shining, firm and bright. He walked down the steps step by step, his voice soft but very oppressive, "From ancient times to the present, this throne has been competent, and today, we are compared to each other." ”

"My good imperial brother, oh no, I should say that it is the imperial sister now, why do you think that you can sit on the emperor's seat?" The prince sneered, looked her up and down with ill will, and said contemptuously, "At a young age, with a good appearance, it is perfect for kissing." ”

Zhaojing didn't get angry, but felt a little ridiculous, she felt that the prince was really not worth her shot, but it was not good to bother Sister Liang, she was almost seriously injured, and she should take care of herself. She sighed lightly and said to the Moon Sword, "I'm sorry, I've wronged you." ”

Then he flew forward with great speed and gave him a sword in the head, and the blade almost grazed his neck, and almost hit the ground. Not to be outdone, he wanted to stab Zhaojing in the chest with a sword, but fortunately, she blocked it with the sword in time, and the two swords collided with a loud sound, and sparks sparked from the sword body. The prince took advantage of his unpreparedness to cut to the right again, but he was blocked again, Zhaojing was young after all, and his strength was not very strong, although he was blocked, his right arm was still scratched. She still didn't plan to use the Aoshuang sword technique, she felt that it would be a bit invincible, and the prince was not worth her spending her true qi to use this sword technique. Zhao Jingsheng is flexible and free, but the prince is tired and sweaty, but it is difficult to hurt her at all, but he has a lot of sword wounds on his body.

The prince sweated slightly on his forehead, panting slightly, and secretly cursed in his heart why the group of reinforcements hadn't arrived, but more than a dozen people stopped them, and they hadn't solved them until now, were they all a bunch of wine bags and rice bags?!

Zhaojing seized the opportunity to stab him in the right shoulder with a sword, and then struck upward, and the sword in the prince's hand could not be held and fell to the ground. He covered the wound on his shoulder, stared at Zhaojing with his eyes as if he had been quenched with poison, and refused to show weakness on his lips, "What if you win me?" Now there are hundreds of soldiers outside, even if you kill me, you can't escape. As he spoke, the voice got closer and closer, closer and closer, as if it had reached the Temple of Heaven. The prince turned his back on his hand, walked leisurely, and said very calmly, "Brother Huang, if you are ......" Before the words fell, a sword pierced through his heart, he lowered his head in horror and disbelief, looking at the sword blade protruding from his chest, and then Zhaojing quickly drew out his sword and kicked the prince over in one go. The prince tried to struggle to get up, but in the end he couldn't get up.

"Brother Huang, my father is too lonely alone, you go and accompany him." Zhao Jing gently wiped the sword body and said coldly.

Outside, an army had surrounded the Temple of Heaven, a soldier slammed open the gate, and the rest of the soldiers swarmed in, and the first thing that caught his eye was the corpses all over the ground, and a small soldier stepped into a small puddle of blood without paying attention, and the blood splashed on his feet and neck. General Fuguang rushed in first, looking around with a serious expression.

I saw that the prince's body was placed squarely in front of the altar, and there was an old man's corpse next to it, and he was still wearing the emperor's dragon robe in a big rebellion?! Zhaojing was in a coma, the bodies of Liang Jian and Zhou Wenjun were disfigured, and Song Bingzhu was masked and pointed at the unconscious Zhaojing with a sword. Li Zhi, the general who came from afar, exclaimed, "Stop! However, Song Bingzhu still held his sword and stabbed down, and was about to stab Zhaojing, when an arrow suddenly shot his sword away from behind him, and he immediately hid in the main hall and closed the door of the hall. When the soldier door broke into the temple, he saw only his body.

Li Zhi couldn't help but sigh, "What Brother Fuguang said is really good, there are thieves who take advantage of the emperor to pray for blessings in the Temple of Heaven and hold King Rui hostage to blackmail the emperor and the crown prince!" ”

"Well, this is the emperor's secret edict, and he wants to set up a situation with King Rui to arrest the group of thieves of my Dao Sect!" General Fuguang took out a secret letter from his arms, and sure enough, it was the emperor's handwriting, and it was also stamped with a dragon seal.

"I'll just say how could the emperor suddenly want to execute King Rui! I see, these traitors are really hateful! Actually...... Kill the Emperor! Li Zhi said bitterly, and General Fuguang still looked serious, and he also sighed.