With that, the three-foot heavy sword giant was swung by Shengqi with an iron chain like a huge iron hammer. Suddenly, a huge whirlwind rose from under Shengqi's feet, rolling up the surrounding blood and rain, and the whole person seemed to flicker in the blood-colored tornado.

"Go!"

Shengqi Iron Chain shot, Juque was like a giant whale in the sea breaking through the barrier of rain and smashing towards Du Minjun. Du Minjun had almost exhausted his strength on Yu Xiaohang's killing knife just now, but now his palm hurts, his internal strength is insufficient, and his current combat power is less than forty percent. However, Juque was fierce, and he had no time or ability to dodge, so he could only hold the long knife in his hand in front of him, strengthen his internal strength, and resist hard.

'Bang-"

Juque collided with Du Minjun's long knife, and the huge force made the long knife like a small tree swaying in the wind, and it was pressed out of a terrifying arc. Du Minjun's cheeks were blown by the sword wind brought up by Juque, and the armor on his body was about to leave his body. Do Minjun barely maintained a resisting posture with his hands, his teeth clenched, and the corners of his mouth overflowed to look at blood. The whole body was rubbing frantically and retreating, and his feet plowed two shallow grooves seven or eight feet long on the ground.

At this time, the energy on the giant que has been unloaded by Du Minjun, and he thought that Du Minjun would escape in this way. Unexpectedly, Shengqi's sturdy body jumped high, stepped on the iron chain dexterously, and actually ran up on the iron chain. Under the trampling of Shengqi, the iron chain did not fall, but was like a spear, allowing Shengqi to move forward with strength.

In an instant, the galloping Katsuchi was like an angry cow, with an indomitable momentum. As Katsuchi was about to run to the end of the chain, he suddenly stopped, and then unleashed two powerful side kicks, both of which were precisely kicked on the hilt of Juque's sword. The second wave of strong internal force from Juque finally made Do Minjun fall into despair, even if his saber was carefully crafted by a divine craftsman, it still couldn't resist the brute force of Shengqi's rage.

Du Minjun's mouth cracked suddenly, and the long knife that was crushed into a half-moon broke in response. Juque also took advantage of the great opportunity and smashed Du Minjun's chest. With a "Gaba" sound, Du Minjun's sternum was shattered, and the whole person was knocked away by Juque, rolling twice in the air, and the blood spurting out of his mouth was swaying in the air, like a rain of blood, and then Du Minjun fell heavily on the ground more than ten zhang away, obviously losing his combat power.

Lying on the ground, Do Minjun held his hands on the ground and tried to stand up again, but his trembling arms could no longer support his body at the end of the crossbow, and in the end he still did not succeed. The upper body that struggled to rise up was once again lying on the ground three inches above the rain, and he looked sideways at the Guangde Gate behind him, his gaze seemed to pass through the thick city gate, and fell on the four princes who were already sitting on the dragon chair.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing his blood-stained teeth, and he smiled miserably. Do Minjun's eyes were full of regret and bitterness, but there was no fear of death at all. His eyelids drooped limply, and he closed his eyes.

Although the art of war often says, capture the thief first and capture the king. But the reason why it is necessary to capture the leader of the enemy first is because once there is no leader, most organizations will fall apart in an instant. But when Du Minjun, the commander of the Beijing camp, was defeated, the soldiers of the Beijing camp were not only disheartened and captured, but they could act more ruthlessly and decisively, and rushed to kill as if they were begging for death.

The Beijing camp is indeed the elite of the elite, but after Qi Delonggang, Xiao Yue, Yu Zhao and others joined the battle group, the number of soldiers in the Beijing camp slowly decreased, and finally the whole army was wiped out. Of the three thousand elites, even in the end, not a single one tried to escape or kneel. The city guards also suffered heavy casualties, and less than half of the people who survived the vast procession when they came. The situation of the boat gang was slightly better, because of the throwing axe, they did not meet in the Beijing camp for the first time, so their strength was still well preserved.

Looking at the corpses everywhere, everyone's eyes showed a look of regret. If it weren't for the different camps, Liu Buxiu would have been happy to get acquainted with this commander, but it was too late to say anything by now.

Liu Buxiu looked at Du Minjun who fell in the rain, sighed, and got rid of it very solemnly: "Boss Du, the corpse of the commander of the envoy is bothered to ask the Ten Princes to give him a thick burial, don't be involved." ”

Du Chun also let out a sigh, bowed his head slightly, and then shook his head and sighed: "That's nature." It's just, alas, it's a pity. As he spoke, he waved at Commander Lu and motioned for him to carry Du Minjun's body away alone.

Commander Lu Qianfu answered, and then walked over with two soldiers in person, ready to carry the corpse. Unexpectedly, his hand stretched out under Du Minjun's nose and exclaimed: "Boss Du, he is still angry, he is not dead!"

When Liu Buxiu and the others heard this, they walked forward quickly, Yao Yu probed Du Minjun's snort, then reached out to grab his wrist, felt it carefully for a moment, and nodded to everyone.

"Can you cure him? Senior Yao. Liu asked eagerly

"My life can be saved, but I'm afraid that my strength will drop a lot. Yao Yao nodded, a little unable to understand the meaning of Liu Buxiu's words: "You, are you sure you want to save him?"

"It's a pity that such a talent is dead, as for his attitude towards us, let's talk about it after we are saved. ”

"Okay. Yao Yu reluctantly agreed.

"Boss Du, I'll leave it to you for the time being. Let the city guards stay to clean up the corpses, and by the way, be our foreign aid in Guangdemen. Time is running out, we have to hurry into the palace. Liu Buxiu gave Du Chun an explanation, turned around and led everyone to the undefended Guangde Gate.

Breaking through Guangde Gate is only the first step, the real decisive battle is still waiting for them in front, the four princes and the evil warriors don't know if they have already controlled the emperor, they can't afford to delay at all.

"Well, that's the best. Du Chun responded.

The thick gate of Guangde Gate was pushed open by the soldiers, and the Wanshi House and the Boat Gang rushed in, and the black dragon gradually disappeared into the door, and in front of them, the real highlight was being staged, and the heavy rain could not be stopped for the time being.

............

In the Yihong Courtyard Building, the dagger in Steward Yang's hand danced between his fingers, and he looked at everyone in the field with great interest, and the desire to kill in his heart was rising.

The ministers rushed into a wolf's nest like a wolf, huddled in a corner in a panic. Only when the weak hold each other can they barely have the courage to confront the strong. But once a few sheep were cut first, the barely maintained courage would disappear without a trace in an instant.

Steward Yang smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes kept jumping on the faces of one minister after another, as if he was looking for the most frightened one to satisfy his deformed desires. In the end, his gaze stopped on Qiu Bulao's face, Qiu Bulao's face was so frightened that it was distorted, his whole body trembled, and his crotch was already damp. When he found that Steward Yang's gaze was on him for a long time and was unwilling to leave, his face couldn't help shaking, and his mouth sobbed: "Don't, don't kill me." ”

The repeated begging for mercy stimulated Steward Yang even more, and he held the dagger instead, slashing in the air, and slowly walked towards Qiu Bulao, like an impermanence harvesting life. Qiu Bulao stepped back vigorously and dragged the two servants in front of him, trying to block him.

At this moment, a man in red suddenly rushed in from outside the door, knelt on the ground, and reported: "Steward Yang, the Tenth Prince Wenyan is coming with a large team of people to Chongyi Red Courtyard!"

When Steward Yang heard this, he stopped, turned around and laughed, the folds on his face were wrinkled in one place, and said, "Haha, just Wen Yanzheng's private soldier, it's not good to stay in the mansion, and he is in such a hurry to die." So, I'm going to fulfill him. ”

"Steward Yang, it's not just Wen Yanzheng's private soldier who came. The old bustard also walked in from outside the door and said.

"Is there any other force in Weiling that can make Wen Yanzheng mobilize, could it be the wine bags and rice bags of the city guard?" Steward Yang obviously didn't listen to the old bustard's words, and teased him disapprovingly.

"The city protector is naturally not afraid, but what if the person who comes is Ye Guanlan?"

"Ye Guanlan!''Gun Emperor' Ye Guanlan!How could the Gun Alliance come?" As soon as he heard the three words Ye Guanlan, Steward Yang's face obviously became no longer so calm, and he exclaimed.

The old bustard shook his head nervously and said, "I don't know, but one thing is for sure, we're in trouble." ”

............

Heavy rain poured outside Yihong Hospital, and the rain poured wantonly.

A team of more than 1,000 people appeared silently at the gate of Yihong Courtyard with the sound of rain. Among them were hundreds of soldiers in armor, and in front of them were more than a hundred spear-carrying protégés.

A man in his forties stood behind a young man in a brocade robe, with a seven-foot spear on his back pointed diagonally at the sky. The man and the gun were like one and the same, exuding a fierce temperament, just standing there, as if they were about to pierce the dark clouds.

"Your Highness, do you want to do it?" the man asked the young man with a fist clenched.

"Wait a minute, let's see the situation first. The boy replied casually, with a sense of calmness in which everything was under control.

At this time, a man and a woman walked out from the arched bridge in front of Yihong Courtyard, which were Steward Yang and Lao Bustard.

Steward Yang smiled on his face, greeted him, bowed down and said, "The old slave didn't know that His Royal Highness the Ten Princes suddenly arrived in the rain, and he couldn't meet him from afar, and he hoped that His Royal Highness would forgive his sins." As he spoke, he peeked at Ye Guanlan, and the cold light in his eyes flashed.

"This king is also on a whim, I heard that the four emperor brothers are holding a banquet in Yihong Courtyard, I just want to come and join in the fun, I don't know where the four emperor brothers are now?" Wen Yan was smiling faintly, as if he couldn't see the situation at all.

"His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince suddenly became ill, and he returned to the house just in time, and now it is the old slave who is entertaining the ministers. ”

"The illness of the fourth emperor brother is abrupt, since the imperial brother is not here, then the king will go in and sit on behalf of the imperial brother. Wen Yan said, taking a step forward.

Steward Yang hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "The old slave is already arranging for the ministers to return to the house, but it was delayed by the heavy rain, and His Royal Highness the Ten Princes didn't bother." ”

"In this way, the king will have to go in and have a look, so as to appease the ministers. Wenyan is taking another step forward.

"Your Highness, the rain is strong and the wind is urgent, please go back to the house early, don't suffer from the wind and cold. Steward Yang looked at Wen Yanzheng, who was gradually moving forward, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he had a killing intent in his heart, and his hand secretly grasped the dagger in his sleeve. His words were extremely rude, which was tantamount to driving people away.

"Steward Yang, if you stop this king like this, don't you really think that you are a member of the Fourth Emperor Brother, so I won't dare to punish you?" Wen Yanzheng's tone gradually became stiff and threatened.

"Your Highness is angry, Your Highness is angry. It's not that the old slave wants to stop His Highness, it's really that His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince has something unspeakable, and I ask His Royal Highness to let the old slave come forward and inform. Steward Yang made a very embarrassed expression and accused him again and again.

"Okay, come and talk about it. Wen Yanzheng readily agreed, and Ye Guanlan, who was behind him, quietly reached behind his back and held the spear.

Steward Yang secretly gave the old bustard a sneak look, and slowly approached Wen Yanzheng with staggering steps, and said, "Actually." As soon as he said two words, Steward Yang, who was only three feet away from Wen Yanzheng, suddenly increased his speed, and the dagger in his hand smeared Wen Yanzheng's throat with a cold light, and his voice shouted coldly.

"His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince wants your life!"