In the imperial city, the palace gate is closed.

Looking down from above,

Countless forbidden armies poured in from everywhere like a tide, and several powerful figures emerged from the shadows, blocking the retreat in all directions.

"Rebellious ministers and thieves, puppets are the country!"

When Prime Minister Qin Qingtang blew his beard angrily and stared, his chest was surging with blood, and he looked at the forbidden army densely surrounded by him, and he jumped directly onto the wooden table and scolded.

"Xu Wu, you have raised a good son!"

"The courtier is the first to kill the monarch for hundreds of years, where do you put the courtier's etiquette?"

When the great Confucian was so angry that he was in a daze, he tore off a few white whiskers.

"Idle ......"

Xu Wu held his son in his arms, ignoring the other noises, and looked at the fallen figure on the high platform, his eyes were uncertain.

For more than 20 years,

The king is the minister, the father is the son,

Father, father, these two words are not called in vain!

How many ministers and generals have died in the face of the imperial power throughout the ages?

How many people resisted?

The law of monarchy and courtiers has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow,

But the one who killed him was his own son!

Xu Wu's heart was mixed.

"Dad, there's no way back now!"

"Xian'er, why bother with yourself, at least leave a seed for the Xu family!"

"Do I have a way to live if you die?"

"Seeds?"

"The child can't guarantee that this is not the Xu family. ”

Xu Xian opened his mouth very bluntly, and did not give his cheap father any room for maneuver.

"Dad, it's the other way around. ”

Xu Xian coughed up a mouthful of blood and looked at his cheap father.

"That's it, it's done. ”

Xu Wu did not hesitate at the critical moment of decisive killing in his life, after all, people are dead, and the infamy of thousands of generations has to be borne by himself.

Xu Wu raised his head and whistled, and a hovering Hai Dongqing above the palace went away at great speed.

Sure enough, this cheap dad still has a backhand!

"The city gate guard Chen Yusheng has an old relationship with his father, and there are three hundred iron horsemen outside the palace to cover, as long as our father and son can kill this palace, there is still a glimmer of life. ”

Xu Wu lowered his head and drew his long knife, looking at the forbidden army that was pouring like a tide, his eyes were full of determination, it was a man who came out of the sea of corpses and blood.

memory implantation,

Thirty seconds countdown......

Xu Xian listened to the cold voice in his head,

Looking up, the entire imperial garden has been surrounded by the forbidden army, densely packed like ants, if it weren't for the princes and nobles in the garden, the court officials would have ordered to shoot arrows a long time ago.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty......"

The goosebump-haired old eunuch on the high platform roared with exhaustion.

The old eunuch was not dead yet, and his true qi poured into Emperor Qing's body, but he still didn't get any better, after all, the knife Xu Xian was inserted into his heart hard, if this could be saved, then it would really be a hell.

"Catch him alive, our family wants to make him an adult!"

The old eunuch's voice fell, and the whole person rose into the air, and a pair of hands fell like eagle claws and rushed straight to Xu Xian.

"Touching ......"

Xu Wu raised his hand to block this claw, the cuffs were shattered instantly, and the whole arm was bloody, and the pain in his heart couldn't make the man frown.

"Xian'er, I'm afraid that our father and son will die together in this imperial city. Xu Wu crossed the knife in front of him, looked at his son who was forcibly supported by the knife and laughed.

"Dad, the child may not die if he thinks about it. ”

Xu Xian leaned on the tree and picked up the wine jar on the ground and poured it, and the wine dripped down his chin, which had a sense of pride.

"If he is lucky enough not to die tonight, the child would like to sit in that position and look at the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. Xu Xian pointed to the Taihe Hall not far away, and looked at his cheap father with burning eyes.

"My Xu family's 300,000 iron horses, I can give it a try. ”

Xu Wu killed the two soldiers in front of him, and his face was stained with blood, and he looked at his son with some sourness.

More than ten years ago, he sent this only son to Shangjing as a proton just after he became a marquis, how can others know about the misery?

"Really?"

"Seriously!"

Xu Xian stretched out his palm, and the father and son talked and laughed, treating thousands of forbidden troops as nothing.

"When did I tell a lie!"

Xu Wu patted his son's shoulder, and Xu Xian grinned in pain.

"Alright, it's up to me next. ”

"Children have not eaten rice in Beijing all these years. ”

Xu Xian breathed a sigh of relief as he listened to the reading in his mind, and finally led this cheap dad astray.

Sure enough, it takes a lot of medicine to deal with the stubborn.

"Prime Minister Qin, immediately issue an order to punish the ten clans of the Xu family and avenge his father!"

"Tomorrow, hundreds of officials will enter the court, announce to the world, the country will mourn for three years, and the whole country will mourn!"

Princess Changle walked to the high platform at some point, with tears on her face, and a frightened little boy in her arms, her eyes kept wandering on Emperor Qing's corpse and the frivolous Xu Xian, and finally became firm.

Above the main hall,

Thousands of forbidden troops with bows and crossbows on their backs were ready to go, the cold light on the tip of the arrow was cold to the heart, and hundreds of forbidden troops in the imperial garden were armed with long knives, surrounded by iron.

"I want this thief to pierce his heart with ten thousand arrows!"

Princess Changle's lips moved slightly, and her voice was very soft, but her hand pointing at Xu Xian was still trembling.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Qin Qingtang looked at the prince in the arms of Princess Changle on the high platform and was stunned, but finally spoke.

Bite......

Memory implantation is complete,

Do you summon characters?

At the last moment, the cold prompt sound of the system came.

The two figures kept circling in Xu Xian's mind.

Confirm the summoning character!

Looking at the rain of arrows covering the clouds and the sun, Xu Wu turned his head and glanced at his cheap son who was leisurely leaning against the tree.

It's the Xu family's species, yes, it's atmospheric enough!

It's a pity that he hasn't had time to hold a grandson in his life.

When a father has no ability, he can't even protect his son, if the Xu family is killed, he may be scolded by the ancestors and ancestors when he goes underground, Xu Wu closed his eyes and sighed.

Xu Xian looked at the rain of arrows, still leisurely pouring wine into his mouth, just when everyone was waiting for the pair of rebellious ministers and thieves to pierce their hearts.

A gust of wind blew out of nowhere,

The peach blossoms in the garden were blown down, countless bricks and tiles above the main hall exploded layer by layer, and the rain of arrows in the sky was scattered all over the ground by the wind.

Looking up, the clouds have quietly broken a hole,

The moonlight falls like water,

Everyone subconsciously raised their heads,

There was a figure above the clouds,

The man was dressed in black as ink, and came with a sword and stepped on the moon.

The sword light lit up in an instant,

There are many people down there, but there is no voice,

Thousands of forbidden soldiers held their breath, cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the master of Ouchi hidden in the dark, and Princess Changle on the high platform looked at it with anxiety, looking at the free and easy figure under the tree in the distance in shock.

"Grandpa Wei!"

Before Princess Changle's words fell, the goosebumpy old eunuch had already blocked in front of the high platform, and the true qi around her body was running to form a transparent shield.

Looking up at the incomparably amazing sword light in the sky, he was a little in a trance, he entered the palace at a young age, and he had cultivated more than one jiazi, and now the strength of Sanpin is also a small group of people on the top of the mountain when he looks at the whole world.

But this sword light is cold,

My heart also cooled.

The sword fell,

Are you really still alive?

Although the surging true qi in front of him told him that no one in this world could easily break it.

But he still felt that it was not enough to be safe, so he shook his palm and gently sucked seven or eight disciples and grandchildren, and then fell in front of him, even if he could block a point of sword momentum, they would die well.

The old eunuch's heart is troubled,

Because this sword technique does not belong to this world in the first place.

Fear comes from the unknown, and the old eunuch of the sword pharane who has opened and closed has seen a lot, even if he witnessed the sword immortal breaking the river with his own eyes in the past, he could not make the old eunuch lose his temper so much.

But the swordsmanship in front of him is too amazing, not like a sword in the world.

There was no way to avoid it, and the old eunuch quickly took out countless pills from his cuffs, and stuffed them into his mouth without caring about the others.

His cheeks bulged.

The old eunuch raised his head and waited, his eyes staring.

The sword comes up from heaven on the west side,

Suspected of being an immortal dancing, fluttering like a fairy,

The old eunuch's forehead rarely showed cold sweat,

Twenty years ago, I entered the third grade, I don't know the cold and heat, and it was the first time I broke out in a cold sweat.

The sword eventually fell,

The tip of the sword is infinitely magnified in the eyes of the old eunuch,

The sword light is extinguished,

With the entire side hall next to the imperial garden divided into two,

A moment later, it collapsed, kicking up a cloud of smoke and dust, and hundreds of forbidden troops on it fell down and wailed.

By the time the smoke cleared, the old eunuch had fallen in a pool of blood.

Ye Gucheng stood in front of Xu Xian in black clothes, the sword in his hand was three feet nine inches long, and the sword body was cold.