In the eleventh year of Tianyuan, Zhao Wushuang, the king of Yongguan, raised troops from the Western Regions, Yannan and Beiling, and all the way to the capital of the world.

Zhao Hanguang, the king of Shu, led 100,000 soldiers and horses to defend Kyoto, and did not go out of the city to face the battle, and the two armies were deadlocked.

At night, the breeze is cool.

Zhao Hanguang stood on the road with a gun and looked down on the army below, and looked at the brightly lit Shijing behind him, he was a little shaken.

In the big tent of the Yong Champion, Zhao Wushuang held his chin with both hands and listened quietly to Shui Yue's explanation.

"Shijing is consolidated, easy to defend and difficult to attack, coupled with the 100,000 troops of the King of Shu to defend to the death, wanting to break through is tantamount to a fool's dream!"

Hiss!

A few people poured a cool breath, and Yan Nantian said without being poor: "I said that you are a sour show so that you don't increase the prestige of others?

Shui Yue smiled and said nothing, and Zhao Wushuang got up, smiling all over his face, and seemed to be confident.

"Sir, don't sell it, if you have any secret hands, let's take a look!"

"Sure enough, it's Shuang'er who knows me best!" Shui Yue put away the feather fan, and her expression suddenly became serious.

"Fight tonight!"

As soon as Shui Yue said this, Zhao Wushuang was relieved.

Yan Nantian was stunned, although he believed in Shui Yue, he was puzzled.

"Attacking the city directly, it's too hasty!"

Shui Yue smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Rest assured, it is guaranteed that not a single soldier will be spent!"

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When the husband rang the gong of the third watch, the four gates of the world capital city opened at the same time.

Zhao Wushuang led the army to drive straight in, and Zhao Hanguang, who was closing his eyes, woke up violently, looking at the situation under the city, he was a little helpless, he couldn't imagine that there were even people in the capital in this world, how could he not be defeated?

Zhao Wushuang entered the city and bounced off his horse, and the golden sword qi soared into the sky.

He shouted loudly: "Uncle Huang, do you still want to resist?"

Zhao Hanguang held the gun and smiled faintly, stinky boy, so domineering?

The cold gun started, and the shot went straight forward, "Put down all your weapons!"

The guards, who were about to fight to the death, looked at each other and laid down their arms.

Zhao Hanguang stepped forward with a shot and said with a smile: "Come on, come on, let Uncle Huang see what you can do!"

The golden sword was all over the sky, Zhao Wushuang saw that the defenders gave up resistance, and breathed a sigh of relief, if you want to fight, the champion of Yong will definitely win, but there will be a river of blood in the world capital, this is the best ending.

"Okay! Uncle Huang should be careful!"

Zhao Wushuang's golden light protected his body, and a golden long sword appeared with his hand, which countered the spear that was rapidly attacking.

The piercing sound spread throughout Shijing, and the spear in Zhao Hanguang's hand was inserted into the city wall.

Zhao Wushuang dispersed his sword qi and bowed to Zhao Hanguang, "Uncle Huang is righteous, nephew admires!"

Zhao Hanguang's hands trembled a little after being negative, this little rabbit's sword is really fucking domineering.

"Ahem, this king is just for the people of this city!"

"No matter what, Wushuang has to thank Uncle Huang!"

On the rooftop, Zhao Yuan was dressed in a golden dragon gon and stood with a sword, his eyes illuminated by the lights of the city.

"I've never noticed that the lights in Sekyo late at night are so dazzling!"

Yueji walked up to him and said slowly: "You never thought about it, you never thought that a little hairy boy would actually walk in front of your dragon chair, and all you have to do is sit down!"

On the towering rooftop, the cold wind was a little biting, and the Nine Dragons Dragon Gon on Zhao's body seemed to be about to fly towards the Nine Heavens.

Zhao Yuan smiled dumbly, "You are wrong, I expected it a long time ago, otherwise why do you think I would kill him, it's a pity! God bless him!"

"Are you happy?" Zhao Yuan held the wooden barricade with both hands and stretched his head out to look at the spots below.

Tsukihime shook her head slightly.

Zhao Yuan turned around violently and looked at her with a calm smile.

"Would you like to die with me?"

Tsukihime's eyes were slightly cold, and her brows were furrowed.

"Hahaha! You don't dare, it's a pity that I can't help you!" Zhao Yuan was a little crazy, his face was red, and his muscles were bare.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the rooftop went up and down, and the raging fire rushed into the sky, and in an instant, the towering rooftop attic lit up the entire night sky.

"Zhao Yuan!!"

Zhao Wushuang stood up, his eyes were red, you just want to die like this?

The golden sword paved the way, and Zhao Wushuang was wrapped in golden light like a burst of arrows, and all the roads he passed through were instantly shattered like foam.

When he arrived, the entire rooftop was wrapped in raging flames, and the flames that rose into the sky could be seen outside the city, and the rolling heat wave hit, and Zhao Wushuang resisted with golden light.

Two flames were burning in his eyes, and for a moment, he seemed to have lost all his strength and took revenge, but he was even more sad, the pillar that had supported him for so many years collapsed.

Thundered!

Thunder roared in the sky, and tiny raindrops fell slowly, and soon, one drop, two drops, and in the blink of an eye, black clouds obscured it, and the rain poured like a downpour.

The fire on the rooftop gradually decreased, and when the last flame was extinguished, the once magnificent rooftop collapsed into ruins.

The brave champion soldiers surrounded the entire palace in three ways, especially the holy tree Panlong on the Jade Mountain, which was guarded by Ning Zhi's 3,000 camp.

In the eleventh year of Tianyuan, Emperor Zhao Yuan and the empress of Yuanwu set themselves on fire hand in hand on the rooftop.