There is snow in the sky in Kyoto, and the same is true of Taiheido. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Not many people knew that these flying snow pieces came from an ice storm in the Heavenly Dao Academy.

All the gates of the palace were closed, there was not a single sound, and the palace was even more silent like a tomb.

The snow flew over the walls of the palace and landed out of sight of the priests of the palace, but it did not reach the ground.

There were countless winds behind the walls, blowing the gentle snow incessantly.

Hundreds of cultivators and sergeants armed with crossbows. Standing in the garden and courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, there is only a wall between it and the black sea of priests.

They didn't make a sound, they were absolutely silent, and the sound of their breathing became clear.

The clearer it is, the heavier it becomes, and the shorter it is, the more nervous it becomes.

Those early spring snow from the sky can't fall because of these silent and mysterious, heavy breath like a mountain, right?

Chen Liuwang stood by the window, looking at his subordinates in the garden, thinking about these things silently.

The snow kept flying outside the window, and his face was a little pale.

Because of exhaustion, it has nothing to do with anxiety.

At a time like this, any regret is unnecessary.

He turned to look at the Tsing Yi Taoists.

The three Tsing Yi Daoists looked at the white-haired old Dao.

Lao Dao is a real Dao powerhouse, and he has been a half-step divine many years ago.

Except for Wei Shangshu of the Tang family, the blind qin master, and several hidden figures of the southern families and sects, no one can compare with him.

But even he didn't have the confidence to be able to defend the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Not at all.

He knew very well that if the palace decided to go all out, unless the Great Zhou Imperial Court army was exhausted, no one would be able to stop such a storm.

Lao Dao said to Chen Liuwang: "Let's go." ”

Chen Liuwang's face turned even paler, his expression remained calm, and he said, "I can't give up these subordinates who are loyal to me and my father. ”

Lao Dao said expressionlessly: "I'll stay and block it, and you and the three nephews will go first." ”

Chen Liuwang didn't expect that the other party was willing to take risks, and he was stunned.

Lao Dao walked to the window, ignored him, and slowly closed his eyes.

The breeze whipped up the snow and landed on that wrinkled face, and the white hair fluttered slightly, which looked a little touching.

Looking at this picture, Chen Liuwang's eyes were slightly wet, and he wanted to persuade something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

In the shortest possible time, he regained his composure, saluted the old way, and then turned around without hesitation.

The flower hall sinks from the window to the bluestone floor in the middle, forming a stone staircase that goes to the ground.

King Chen Liuwang and three Tsing Yi Taoists walked down the stone steps to the ground.

There was darkness ahead, and I didn't know where it leads.

Suddenly, the lamp on the stone wall burned automatically, illuminating the ground not far in front of everyone.

The floor is a little wet, and there is still some moss in the corners of the wall, which has not been cleaned in many years.

The light fell on Chen Liuwang's face.

He was calm.

There was no wetness in his eyes.

There was no emotion in his face.

Those are all meaningless.

He always thought so.

This battle later also makes no sense.

That Changchun Guan Lao Dao will either leave alive or die in battle, he will not care.

He only needed to know that this old Taoist would inevitably make those strong people who left the palace suffer great losses.

It doesn't matter if the generals and masters in the royal palace will either surrender or die in battle.

He never doubted the loyalty and enthusiasm of these people, but these people have never been the real hole cards of Xiangwangfu.

The true power of the Prime Prince's Mansion would not have appeared in Kyoto at all today.

Because his judgment was very close to Chen Changsheng's, he thought that Tianshuling would not be able to fight at all.

It's not yet time for the final showdown, but a lot of people will die today.

He needed to keep his life out of danger, so he had to leave.

He will appear on the shore of Rakusui through this dark tunnel and leave Kyoto.

On the outskirts of Kyoto, the hundreds of Xuanjia light horsemen had been waiting for him for a long time.

He will take these Xuanjia light horses to Hanqiu City, and then join the most loyal subordinates and the army, as well as the descendants of the Zhu family.

When the time comes, what should he do first? Send an article? Or poison all the waste of the Zhu family first?

If it was Emperor Taizong, what would he do?

It's not okay to be poisoned, it's too conspicuous, it's better to be under house arrest, and I'll talk about it after I ascend the throne.

Thinking about these things, a smile appeared in the depths of his eyes illuminated by the lamplight.

The three Tsing Yi Dao people were behind him, so naturally they couldn't see it.

My father is a powerhouse in the Divine Realm, so naturally he doesn't need to worry about his safety.

Even if Daozun loses, neither Xu Yourong nor Chen Changsheng are such ruthless people, so they will naturally not attack the side concubines and concubines in the palace.

Chen Liuwang felt that he had thought of everything, considered everything, and calculated everything.

But he didn't think of his new wife, Pingguo, or even the incident itself.

He didn't count that somewhere in front of this dark tunnel, someone was waiting for him.

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In the quiet of the tunnel, any sound will be particularly clear.

For example, the sound of water moving underground, such as the sound of ants crawling over walls.

The two Dao Aunts opened their eyes.

There was a sound of footsteps ahead, in the direction of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Huai Shu glanced at his senior sister.

Huairen's expression was indifferent.

Suddenly, the faint light in front of him was refracted strangely.

It's as if there is some kind of distortion in the space there.

What kind of power can make space so silently distorted?

Huai Shu sensed the breath and said in horror, "What is this?"

Huairen raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with some surprise: "His Majesty the Pope also made a move?"

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When the space in the tunnel was distorted, a similar situation appeared in the sky.

The dim sky light was scattered everywhere, illuminating the surroundings of the Prime Minister's Mansion very clearly.

An indescribable coercion fell from the distant sky to the ground.

Suddenly, the wind and snow became furious.

A black dragon claw broke through the clouds and slowly fell.

The dragon's claw is like a black mountain, and the scales on it are like dark windows, exuding an extremely terrifying aura.

The generals and the strong could no longer keep their composure, and cried out in panic.

The white-haired old man suddenly opened his eyes, and a fine light burst out.

A clear light enveloped the Xiangwang Mansion, which was a very powerful defensive formation.

Lao Dao looked at the sky and shouted coldly: "Evil animals are killed!"

Before the words fell, the Dao Sword came out of its own right, turning into an extremely poignant light, flying towards the sky, piercing through the thick clouds, and I don't know where to go!

He knew he was going to be a strong opponent today, but he was still unafraid.

This sword condensed his lifelong cultivation, and he was already infinitely close to the Divine Realm, plus the formation of the Royal Mansion, as long as the opponent was not yet an adult, he would inevitably be injured and return!

However, he didn't know that today's real opponent was not in the depths of the wind and snow, but had been in the Xiangwang Mansion all the time.

When he poured all his spirit into the sword, the man moved.

The man stood in the corner, his shoulders hunched, a seemingly ordinary sword loosely tied around his waist.

At some point, his slender fingers gripped the hilt of the sword, looking exceptionally stable and harmonious.

If someone sees this scene, they will even have an illusion.

His hand and sword are one.

How could there be a faster sword than this?

A sword light lit up, then vanished.

It's like a flash in the fireworks, or a flash in the pan.

Two holes appeared in the two brick walls.

The tip of the sword pierced the cyan Dao robe, carrying blood. (To be continued.) )