In the night, the whole imperial city is surrounded by mountains and rivers, which looks solemn and solemn.

Outside the imperial city, sixteen guards stood with solemn expressions.

Suddenly, the neighing of horses' hooves came from a distance.

The squad leader's face changed slightly, and he immediately said, "Close the door." ”

At the sound of the order, the remaining fifteen guards did not hesitate to walk quickly into the imperial city and were about to close the gate.

At this moment, the sound of arrows breaking through the air sounded. The next moment, nine guards were hit by arrows, five of whom were killed on the spot and four wounded.

At the same time, someone shouted: "Che cavalry general Zhang Cheng was ordered to come to escort the car, and those who dare to stop it will be killed!"

As he spoke, countless iron horsemen had come to the gate of the imperial city, and the black pressure was overwhelming, and the momentum was overwhelming.

Seeing this situation, although the squad leader was not shocked, he casually pulled out his saber and said coldly: "Someone dares to step into the imperial city, and there is no mercy for killing!"

As the words fell, dozens of crossbowmen appeared on the high wall, and the arrows had been wound, and hundreds of ironclad guards poured out of the imperial city, clenching their blades and shining with cold light.

Zhang Cheng took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Kill!"

The iron cavalry charged, the bowstring sounded, the iron armor met the attack, and a battle unfolded in front of the imperial city.

In the main hall, Qin Han's eyes were cold, and he held the Nine Heavens Dragon Soul in his hand, taking a step forward, and his murderous aura was pressing.

The forbidden army was timid before fighting, and although they did not dare to retreat, their bodies had leaned back slightly.

Baili Hate and Zhou Long took a step forward at the same time, secretly using internal strength to face its front.

At this moment, a man in black flew into the main hall and whispered in Qin Hui's ear: "Zhang Cheng, the general of the chariot cavalry, has led his army into the imperial city. ”

Qin Hui's face changed slightly, he looked at Zhang Jun, and said in a deep voice: "The old man thought that you were just a toothless tiger, but he didn't expect that you were still an old fox. ”

Zhang Jun smiled lightly: "It's just to invite you into the urn." ”

Qin Hui sighed lightly and said slowly: "Kill him." ”

Hearing this, Qin Han raised the Nine Heavens Dragon Soul and said loudly: "Kill!"

As soon as the words fell, the ironclad guards poured into the hall like a tide, holding their blades, and went straight to the Jinluan Palace.

Zhang Jun said lightly: "Don't kill it!"

At the sound of an order, the forbidden army clenched its blades and faced the enemy head-on.

The next moment, the hand-to-hand soldiers were in close contact, and the sound of shouting and killing, and the sound of gold and iron resonating was endless.

Zhou Long said in a deep voice: "Brother You, I will kill Qin Han with Hate, and Qin Hui will be handed over to you." ”

You Dayong was just about to say a word to remind him, but Zhou Long and Baili Hate had already flown out and went straight to Qin Han.

Qin Han laughed and said, "It's a good time!"

As he spoke, the ink-black body of the spear drew a perfect arc in the firelight, and then turned into a shadow of a gun, shrouding towards Zhou Long and Baili Hatred. The tip of the spear was surrounded by silver true qi, and there was a faint roar of a tiger and a dragon, which was unstoppable.

Zhou Long's expression was calm, his eyes were as calm as water, his palms slowly crossed the air, the two yi gave birth to four elephants, and the four elephants gave birth to gossip, and the pale cyan true qi continued to condense in front of him, forming a gossip diagram. He waved his palm to meet him, wandering on the edge of the shadow of the gun, eight steps and eight palms in a circle, his body was swift and agile like a dragon swimming in the air, avoiding the right and playing obliquely, playing around the circle, lifting weights like light, and there was no end to the mutual life.

Baili hated his expression was indifferent, and his eyes were faintly glowing with blood. The moves he used were still Bagua Palms, but they weren't like Bagua Palms. His body was like a ghost, his palms were fierce, and there was a condensation of black energy between his palms and fingers. In the face of the shadow of the gun, he was not afraid at all, and kept flashing in the shadow of the gun, approaching Qin Han.

Seeing this situation, Qin Han only felt the pride in his chest, and secretly said in his heart: You are not afraid of death, and if you want to win in danger, what am I afraid of? He shouted loudly and attacked with all his might. In an instant, the shadows of guns flew in the sky, and the real dragon's energy crisscrossed and criss-crossed, and the momentum was terrifying.

Baili hates not to die, but he is not undead. In just a few breaths, three wounds appeared on his body, although they did not hurt his muscles and bones, but they were dripping with blood.

Zhou Long's heart froze, and without hesitation, he dodged into the shadow of the gun, and approached Qin Han.

The two of them in front of them are all geniuses from the Bagua Gate, and their martial arts cultivation has been above the 100-mile evergreen head of the Bagua Gate in the past. Qin Han didn't dare to hold it up in the slightest, the gun was more urgent, and the momentum was more violent.

At this time, Baili Hate was still shrouded in the shadow of the gun, but the pressure was much less. He put his heart sideways, and kept attacking, wanting to cross this place.

Zhou Long couldn't help but laugh at himself, and then raised his internal force to the peak state, urging his true qi with all his might. In an instant, the pale cyan true qi was permeated. He changed his moves, turned offense into defense, and wanted to cross this place at all costs.

The more the three of them fought, the more they fought, the faster they fought, the real dragon energy, the light cyan true qi and the black qi kept colliding, which seemed dazzling, but in fact it was extremely dangerous.

At this time, the hall was full of corpses, drenched in blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The ironclad guards are not afraid of death, and the forbidden army is well-trained, which is destined to be a bitter battle, but also a bloody battle, and it will never die.

Zhao Gou stood quietly on the Jinluan Palace, seemingly calm on the surface, but uneasy in his heart. It's a game full of uncertainties, and anything can happen as long as you don't win yet.

Zong Fang held the Liquan Divine Spear, still protecting Zhao Gou's body, his eyes were like torches, and he was as motionless as a mountain.

Zhang Jun's expression was calm, and there was no trace of waves in his eyes, as if he was in his chest.

You Dayong waved his palms, to be rigid and strong, and he could open the mountain and crack the stone. At this time, seventeen ironclad guards had died under his palm, and he was no more than seven steps away from Qin Hui.

Suddenly, a black shadow struck him head-on like an arrow from a string. There is a little cold light, it is a sword, and it goes straight to You Dayong's throat.

You Dayong waved his palm to meet it, and responded to this sudden move with a "sudden" move.

The next moment, the swords and palms struck, only the sound of "dang" was heard, and the sword was broken, but the palm was intact. Immediately afterward, the palm momentum did not fade, and it still moved forward.

The black shadow was still in mid-air, and it could not be avoided, so he could only let that palm hit the top of his head.

Is the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending a Vain Fame? There is no doubt that this person died on the spot.

You Dayong was about to move on.

Two more swords stabbed at them, as swift as the wind, and murderous.

They can only be regarded as second-rate masters in the rivers and lakes, but the power of this sword is like a stabbing king, and they regard death as home. Perhaps, they were Assassins in the first place.

You Dayong's face changed slightly, he didn't dare to be careless, his palms waved rapidly, and he saw that Long Zaitian and Hong gradually landed in Lu, two palms in a row, both of which were the last to come.

In the next moment, the two golden qi were like two golden dragons, heading straight for the four swords. The sound of muffled grunts, metal landing, and bodies hitting the ground sounded.

Two died, and four more stabbed with swords, just as swift and murderous.

Seeing this, You Dayong couldn't help but gasp. Between life and death, there is no room for hesitation. He hurriedly waved his palms to meet him, the fish jumped in the abyss, the time took the six dragons, the dense clouds did not rain, and the damage was Fu, and the four palms in a row were fierce and domineering, indestructible.

At the moment when the four golden true qi passed through the bodies of the four people, a cold light suddenly appeared, and it was close at hand.

It turned out that the seven people paid for their lives just to create an opportunity for this shot.

It was still a knife, three feet and seven inches long, and the cold light was shining.

He still couldn't dodge.

The first time was a surprise, the second time was painstaking, the Mo family assassin is really terrifying!

He was not afraid of death, he just smiled bitterly to himself.

The cold light pierced through his body, blood splattering.

However, he did not die.

He looked at Lu Susu blankly and asked, "Why don't you kill me?"

Lu Susu sighed lightly and said slowly: "The Mo family has a deep relationship with the beggar gang, and the Mo family does not want to be the enemy of the beggar gang. ”

You Dayong muttered, "Seven Mo disciples have died under my hands. ”

Lu Susu said lightly: "I won't kill you, just because the living are more useful than the dead." ”

You Dayong smiled bitterly and nodded.

Lu Susu continued: "You can go. "The voice is soft, but unmistakable.

A figure flew out, and a faint blood flower bloomed in the firelight, poignant and moving.

No one stood in the way.

You Dayong left, and he didn't look back.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Gou forced himself to calm down, but cold sweat broke out in his palms.

Zhang Jun's eyes still didn't have a trace of waves.