Liang Wangsun in the Lingyan Pavilion sensed Xiao Zhang's arrival.

are both masters in the early stages of the list, and they are too familiar with each other.

He knew what a crazy and terrifying person Xiao Zhang was, and he could even feel that Xiao Zhang's iron spear tonight was even stronger than the one he stabbed at Su Li in Xunyang City.

But he didn't look up because he was a little tired, and because he knew that Xiao Zhang couldn't fall into the Lingyan Pavilion.

The night in front of Lingyan Pavilion suddenly burned, and in a very short period of time, it turned into a blazing cloud of fire.

There was a hiss, and a crack appeared in the middle of the crimson fire cloud.

An iron spear poked out of the crack.

This iron spear looks very ordinary, extremely dark, without any patterns, but it gives people an extremely terrifying feeling.

- Like a demon's hand sticking out from the bottom of the abyss.

Xiao Zhang, who fell towards Lingyan Pavilion, was suddenly coated with a layer of dark iron on the white paper on his face, and the eyes exposed in the two holes suddenly became extremely hot, and even a little crazy.

The burning night was torn to shreds, the red-hot clouds were twisted into countless pieces, and his iron spear stabbed hard at the iron spear.

Boom!

A howl of pain burst out from between Xiao Zhang's lips, knocking out countless cracks in the white paper on his face, and his person swept backwards at high speed from the night sky in front of Lingyan Pavilion like a stone that had been knocked away, turning into a streamer of light and slamming into the wall of the imperial city.

Countless cracks appeared in the thick walls of the imperial city, like the white paper on his face, and countless debris fell from those cracks.

The burning night gradually returned to calm, and there was no more flame, only a piece of fire, which was Huoyunlin.

Xue Xingchuan sat on Huoyunlin, looking at Xiao Zhang who had slipped from the imperial city wall to the ground, with an indifferent expression.

The debris that fell from the cracks in the city wall fell on Xiao Zhang's body.

He stood up with his iron gun propped up, and the brick crumbs on his shoulders fell again, like the blood he spurted.

He wiped the blood off his face with his trembling left arm, and looked at the front of Lingyan Pavilion hundreds of feet away, his eyes were extremely complicated, some awe, some fear, and very excited.

is worthy of being the second god general in the mainland, Xue Xingchuan's strength is really too strong, so strong that even he can't bear it.

But the emotions in his eyes were not entirely because of Xue Xingchuan, but more because of the seemingly ordinary iron spear in Xue Xingchuan's hand.

"Frost Remnant Spear!"

Xiao Zhang stared at the iron spear in Xue Xingchuan's hand and shouted sharply.

His eyes were blazing, and his voice trembled like boiling tea.

Frost Remnant Spear!

His Majesty Emperor Taizong's entourage back then!

No. 1 in the 100 Weapons List!

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Xue Xingchuan's strength is really too strong, even stronger than the rumors, and it is not as strong as it is.

The center of the imperial palace is in the palace, and the Holy Queen asked Xue Xingchuan to guard the palace because she has absolute confidence in him.

The powerhouses of the Sacred Realm who came to Kyoto tonight were all attracted by the Holy Queen Niangniang near the Heavenly Book Mausoleum.

Even if there is a powerhouse in the Divine Realm, who sneaks in by night, he can't avoid the Heavenly Dao Killing Array in the palace.

As for the powerhouses below the Divine Realm, no one was Xue Xingchuan's opponent.

Xiao Zhang's fiasco is proof of this.

Not to mention, now that the Frost Remnant Divine Spear is also in his hands, he has the power to fight with the powerhouses of the Divine Realm!

Now unless Wang Po also comes, and still holds Zhou Du's two broken knives, or there is still a chance.

But everyone knows that Wang Po is unlikely to appear tonight, because he doesn't like the tyranny of the Tianhai Holy Queen, but there is an inextricable thousand-year-old grudge with the Chen royal family.

No one can defeat Xue Xingchuan, who is holding the Frost Remnant Divine Spear, no one will be able to break the Imperial Map, and the situation in Kyoto will always be in the hands of the Holy Queen Niangniang.

No matter how you look at it, this is a situation that cannot be cracked.

Xue Xingchuan got down from Huoyunlin, patted it on the back, and motioned for it to leave.

A line of fire illuminates the night, and Huo Yunlin leaves the battlefield and goes somewhere in the Night Palace, waiting to be summoned.

Xue Xingchuan stood at the bottom of the long steps of Lingyan Pavilion, looking at Xiao Zhang and Xiao De, the two masters of the free list, with a calm expression, and slowly raised the frost remnant divine spear in his hand.

Thousands of soldiers in the imperial city raised their crossbows in their hands, ready to unleash a violent rain of crossbows.

Suddenly, Xue Xingchuan's brows furrowed, and his face changed slightly.

"I'm sorry. Xiao Zhang's voice pierced through the white paper full of blood flowers, looking extremely cold and terrifying: "I'm not your opponent, but tonight is not a contest!"

When Xue Xingchuan heard this, his face changed again, and his eyes became extremely cold, like a glacier.

Xiao De knelt on one knee on the ground, and suddenly slapped his palm to the ground, and all the bluestones on the ground shattered, and then splashed into the air.

At the same time, he cast the last magic weapon, a violent aura, along with those bluestones, in all directions, kicking up countless smoke and dust, and suddenly covering the scene in the field.

An extremely violent shout sounded in the smoke and dust.

It was Xiao Zhang's voice.

In the imperial city, where the night was shrouded in smoke and dust, the footsteps like war drums sounded.

Xiao Zhang began to charge, like a fierce horse, smashing through the debris and dust, tearing through the night, and in an instant, he came to the front of the Lingyan Pavilion.

With a bang, the front end of his iron spear seemed to bloom with a spring thunderbolt, stabbing at Xue Xingchuan's face.

Xue Xingchuan snorted, Zhenyuan surged out furiously, his wrist flicked, and the frost remnant divine spear slashed down without any fancy.

When there was a crisp sound, it was as if the thousand-year-old bell had been struck.

The frost remnant spear brightened up in the night smoke and dust, like the light sun in the autumn sky, with the ultimate sense of gloom and slaughter.

In this shot, there is an indescribable lofty artistic conception and unimaginable imperial coercion at the same time.

Even Xiao Zhang couldn't avoid this shot, and was directly slashed to the ground!

Several piercing sounds sounded under the long steps of Lingyan Pavilion.

Xiao Zhang put his hands at the end of the iron spear, raised horizontally to the sky, and the middle of the iron spear was already bent!

His arms are bent too!

His knees bent with it!

He's crisp straight to the ground!

Bluestone crushed on the ground!

His knees are shattered!

His wrist bones are shattered!

Blood spurted from all over Xiao Zhang's body, including between his lips, forming a blood ball in the night.

But what is terrifying is that even though he was so seriously injured and under the pressure of the frost remnant spear, Xiao Zhang still did not completely fall.

What is he holding on? Knowing that he is not Xue Xingchuan's opponent, why did he charge at Xue Xingchuan again before?

At this moment, Xue Xingchuan's face changed again.

This is already the third time.

Different from the previous two times, this time Xue Xingchuan's expression changed even more, his eyebrows raised, he looked extremely angry, his face was extremely ugly, he seemed to be a little surprised, his eyes were a little confused, as if he couldn't believe it, and then ...... A mouthful of blood spurted out of his lips!

The blood was green.

Just like his pupils at this time, they are also turning a faint green.

It's also like his eyebrows and hair that were blown off by the night wind at this time, they are all green.

Xue Xingchuan was poisoned, highly poisonous.

He could clearly feel that tens of thousands of knives were scraping and stabbing in his meridians.

His true essence was leaving his body at an unimaginable speed, and was venting towards heaven and earth.

What kind of poison is this? Can it hurt him?

In a short period of time, he judged that there must be the legendary colorless, tasteless, formless and textureless peacock feather in the poison in him.

But isn't that the means of the demon princess? Could it be that those people who oppose the Holy Queen Niangniang tonight actually colluded with the demons?

But when did you get poisoned?

Since Dean Shang is a Daoist of the Dao, then this Holy Hand of the Medical Dao must also use poison, and he has always been very careful in this regard.

In the past six months, whether it is diet, practice, or even bathing and changing clothes, he has never pretended to be the hands of others, and he is very cautious.

Suddenly, he thought of something, understood the reason for his poisoning, looked at a palace in the night, and his face changed again, becoming a little painful, a little sad, and a little sad.

It turns out that the medicine of the healer is the poison that kills.

The most poisonous thing is the human heart.

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In that quiet palace, Zhou Tong, who was seriously injured by Chen Changsheng in the first half of the night, was lying on the top of the collapse like a dead man, staring at the top of the hall with round eyes.

His eyes were like those of a dead fish, devoid of luster and somewhat disgusting to look at, like the bad breath that came out of his mouth.

"The most poisonous thing is the human heart, the human heart is human nature, human nature is to live, what's wrong with that?"

Zhou Tong looked at the top of the hall, his face was dead, and he said to himself in a weak voice that no one could hear: "None of us are his opponents, neither can Niangniang, our family is just the two of us, we can't all die, he promised, I will survive, so ...... Brother...... Then I'll have to let you die. ”

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The blood stained Xue Xingchuan's armor green, glowing with a faint luster.

The palace under the darkness of the night suddenly became extremely quiet, and countless lines of sight fell in front of the long steps of the Lingyan Pavilion.

Xiao Zhang knew that the great thing had been accomplished, and he could no longer support it, so he painfully withdrew his broken arms, kicked the shattered ground with his only intact right foot, and left Xue Xingchuan's body.

Xue Xingchuan kept coughing, and with every cough, an emerald green stream of blood flowed out of his lips.

The night blew softly, brushing the hair between his eyebrows and sideburns.

He no longer had the strength to hold the Frost Remnant Divine Spear in his hand, and put it down a little tiredly.

There was a muffled sound, the ground shook slightly, and the Frost Remnant Divine Spear fell heavily to the ground.

Xue Xingchuan did not fall, holding the iron gun in his hand, slowly lowered his head, and then closed his eyes.

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Countless exclamations rang out above the imperial city, full of grief and shock.

Suddenly, in the two corner towers in the southwest, there were flames that soared to the sky, and the Eagle Pavilion in the east suddenly collapsed, and I don't know why, there were suddenly a lot of insidious crossbow arrows in the night, shooting into the bodies of colleagues, and the screams kept ringing, and there was a commotion everywhere, and the forbidden army and guards were in chaos, where could they still take care of Xiao Zhang and Xiaode, who were already seriously injured.

When the smoke and dust gradually cleared, the figures of Xiao Zhang and Xiaode had disappeared, the chaos was not over, and the night was full of shouts and fights.

A tall and thin figure appeared outside the Chuyin Gate on the west side of the Imperial City.

The firelight in the imperial city gate illuminated his face, handsome and indifferent, it was the second master of the Tang family.

A Yulin military general walked out of the imperial city gate, looked at him and whispered, "Uncle." ”