"Where did he go?" Ximen Tian's voice was cold, and Qingluan let out a sword roar from the fire sword, and Qingluan's shadow burst out.

In front of him, all the concubines and palace maids and eunuchs stood in a corner in a hurry, their gorgeous clothes in stark contrast to what they were wearing on the streets of the capital.

Behind Ximentian's side, the guards guarding the palace threw away their weapons one after another and squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.

They know that although they are the elite of the elite, they are also not afraid of death if they are selected from the barracks. But when everyone's resistance is like ants that will be crushed to death at will, there will be no point in fighting again.

"Death!" A person from the main hall flew with a gun and stabbed towards Ximen Tian, and his superb spear skills turned into several afterimages, attacking the face door from three directions.

"Huh?" Ximen Tian's eyelids lifted slightly, and several sword qi slashed his spear into several sections. But I didn't expect that person to be decisive, and directly detonated the magic weapon.

The spear suddenly exploded the moment it broke, and the mixed aura surged chaotically, and the violent explosion wave shook the ground for a while. Ximentian, who was at the center of the explosion, also narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised his hand to easily block the blow.

"Dao Xuan, is this the so-called Ouchi master?" The white-clothed young man walked out of the chaotic airflow, his voice was still as flat as usual, but his divine sense had already covered all this area.

Although that person hid on the eaves of the palace with the help of the spear's self-detonation technique, and found the blind spot of vision, he was finally seen clearly by Ximentian.

"The First Sword Style of the Heavens!" Qingluan's fire sword was suspended in mid-air, and suddenly disappeared after receiving the order.

"Poof. A low sound of entering the flesh sounded, and the next moment the long sword appeared in his hand. Ximen Tianwu shook his head and wiped the blood from the blade of his sword on the clothes of the dead guard.

In a hidden place in the palace, many Ouchi masters took a sharp breath, and their eyes were full of fear.

"It doesn't seem to be. "Ximen Tian's trip is only for Duanmu Xuan alone, he has no intention of killing these warriors and low-level monks, since he can't find the result, he can only leave.

The real Duanmu Xuan had actually led the army across the Tianjiang River to kill Zhao Ting.

"Xiao Er, serve me wine!" On top of a small town restaurant somewhere in the south of the Yangtze River, more than a dozen men were in good shape, all wearing cloth coats and sitting upright on the bench. In their hands lay a sheathed knife.

"What kind of wine does the guest officer want?" Xiao Er saw that this group of people was extremely unusual, and thought that they were outlaws, so he had to ask cautiously.

"Just take care of it. The man in the lead was masked, as if he did not want to be seen.

When the wine came up, they just drank it, bowl after bowl, and except for the sound of cooing, they didn't have the slightest intention of talking.

The surrounding guests also seemed to notice the abnormality and paid their bills and withdrew.

"Today, there is a lot of fog in the Tianjiang River, we have to hurry up and inform the prince that Duanmu Xuan, the traitor, will attack at this time. The man at the head drew his sword and quickly put it back in its scabbard. The knife is engraved with the word "Sun", and a little dragon pattern runs down the back of the knife, which is obviously the person of Jinyiwei.

There was no more conversation, everyone nodded slightly, their eyes as sharp as a blade.

"Kill!" Suddenly the shouts of killing resounded in the sky, and the dust rose loudly, and the person surnamed Sun stood up suddenly, looking at the scene in the distance, it was the military camp where Zhao Ting was!

"Hurry up!" With a low shout, more than a dozen people jumped from the restaurant as light as swallows.

Fifty miles south of the Tianjiang River, the enemy troops from the north pulled out the deployed troops in the rear of Zhao Ting with lightning speed.

Under the command of Duanmu Xuan, the army crossed from the Tianjiang River in three ways, marching from the eastern, central and western directions, wanting to penetrate the prefecture and county all the way and encircle the ** team sent to the south that year.

coincided with the heavy fog on the river, although Duan Ping had deployed, but unexpectedly, the army led by Duanmu Xuan had a special cloud-piercing evil crossbow made by the waning moon, and he was immediately caught off guard.

"For generals, lead by example......" In the camp tent, His Royal Highness the Eighth sat side by side with Zhao Ting, and there were two jade slips on the desk. Duan Ping cranked the folding fan in his hand, and talked eloquently if he was a young man. What he taught was the way of using soldiers that he had honed over the years.

"Woooo

Duan Ping's eyes were quick, and with a wave of his folding fan, the crossbow arrows instantly deviated from the direction and were shot down to the ground one after another.

"Report!" a sergeant rushed in from outside the tent, and was instantly pierced through the throat by an arrow.

"Hahaha, His Royal Highness the Prince, today is your death!" Duanmu Xuan stood in the clouds, his fingers constantly rubbing the space ring, looking at the defeated Zhengnan army, with a mocking look on his face, and then a dodge appeared in front of the commander's tent.

"What are you still hiding?" Duanmu Xuan sneered, and with a wave of the dragon-patterned knife, the battle flag in front of the commander's tent was broken, and the battle flag quickly fell.

Yiru flew out of the camp tent with the man in costume, caught the flagpole, and planted it on the ground, and a large number of troops around him quickly assembled with the battle flag as the center.

"Your Highness, go quickly. Duan Ping looked directly at Duanmu Xuan and reminded Zhao Ting to leave.

"Teacher, I want to fight side by side with you!" Zhao Ting was fully draped and held a long sword in his hand.

Duanmu Xuan seemed to be enjoying such a scene very much, and his hand was just leaning on the dragon pattern knife at his waist.

"Pull His Highness away!" Duan Ping shouted, and a group of soldiers beside Zhao Ting agreed in unison, and slowly retreated under the leadership of His Royal Highness.

"Do you think they can leave?" As soon as Duanmu Xuan's words fell, the dragon pattern knife was quickly pulled out.

Duan Ping's pupils shrank, and he didn't have time to react too much, and the folding fan moved forward, touching the dragon pattern knife.

A gust of wind blew up the flying sand in the sky, obscuring the view of the armies.

Duan Ping flew out upside down, knocked over several people, and finally slammed into the shields of his subordinate soldiers, and Datang's battle flag almost fell off. When he looked at it again, his long hair had already been scattered, the blood at the corner of his mouth was slowly overflowing, and the royal folding fan in his hand, which had followed him for more than a hundred years, was almost cut off by the dragon pattern knife.

"Young Master Duan, it seems that your cultivation has not made much progress over the years. The wind and dust fell slightly, and Duanmu Xuan slowly walked towards Duan Ping with a dragon pattern knife.

"Let's go. Duan Ping barely swallowed a mouthful of blood foam and ordered with difficulty.

"We will fight side by side with the marshal!" and destroy the traitors together!" The soldiers were deeply favored by Duan Ping on weekdays, and they were unwilling to leave, so they all knelt on one knee and looked at Duanmu Xuan with hateful eyes.

"Protect Your Highness and restore the Tang Dynasty!" As soon as the words fell, Duan Ping showed a crazy color, and the dantian aura gathered on the folding fan at an astonishing speed.

"Go!" Duan Ping, who was in the Great Perfection of Dao Xuan, actually took the lead in attacking Duanmu Xuan in the middle of Vientiane.

Several fan bones that had been tempered with the world's strange poison burst out from the folding fan, and shot towards Duanmu Xuan with strange power. This move was a move that almost defeated Ximen Tian back then.

"I can't help myself. Duanmu Xuan didn't move at all, an invisible barrier enveloped all the flying needles, and then with a wave of his sleeves, the fan bones flew back in reverse, stabbing a few sergeants.