On Suzaku Street, hundreds of north and south yamen caught fast, and the entire street was blocked, except for a few people who were still at the entrance of the alley, and Ning Buer and Guo Xiaojiu who were sitting on the roof, no one dared to come to see the excitement.

Today, this poplar beard is out of the city, where is there still the momentum when he entered the city. Not to mention the people who came to join in the fun, even those dignitaries who came out of the carriages that were able to park on Suzaku Street before, no one was present today.

Almost everyone can be sure that this Anxi Dadu, who has 200,000 border troops in his hands and guards the three border passes for the Tang Dynasty, is no longer powerful, as long as he dies in the imperial capital today, it is okay, if he can get out of the imperial capital alive,......

There is only one answer, and there is no doubt about it.

No one knows that in the Taiji Hall now, His Majesty the Son of Heaven has made a decision on this matter.

Now the battle on Suzaku Street is coming to an end. More than a dozen border soldiers never received orders from Yang Huzi, and they could not intervene in this kind of battle.

Yang Huzi was the only one who faced three masters who entered the Holy Realm. previously clashed with Cao Akui and repelled Cao Akui, and ushered in the two red card stars of Lijingmen to join forces.

The temple was frustrated, and now the Yang beard, who was also frustrated in the battle on Suzaku Street, was heavily worn on his chest by Xiao Wen's shirt, and he took more than a dozen steps back before he stopped the trend of retreating under his feet.

It was already a mouthful of bright red blood, splashed all over the robe in front of him. This Dadu Protector, who has been fighting on the battlefield for half his life, has never worn armor since he entered the Imperial Capital City, but only wore a long robe.

On top of the cheongsam, the soft sword of Zhu Yeqing has opened more than a dozen openings, and the blood has also added many different colors to the cheongsam.

With a horizontal knife on the ground, Yang Hu sat on Suzaku Street with his buttocks, his stomach was churning, and his heart was hard to settle. He looked at the two people who were slowly walking towards him, he didn't get up, the general trend of the day has gone, his beard, the wild dog in other people's mouths, and his heart is extremely unfair.

has been fighting on the battlefield for decades, not dying on the battlefield, but about to die under the fate of today's son.

"I'm Yang Huzi, I'm not convinced!" Yang Hu opened his mouth, blood and dirt flowed out of the corners of his mouth, he looked at each other angrily, and wanted to mention it again, but it was in vain.

Yes, he was not convinced, why could the Son of Heaven sit on the dragon chair, in the palace city, in the Taiji Palace, and imprison her. And he has to work hard for his ten years in exchange for today's death.

There are 200,000 border soldiers, but will they ever come to the imperial capital?

If his beard is really dead, everything is in vain. He has to get out alive, the Son of Heaven is ruthless, he is ruthless, I exchange ruthlessness for ruthlessness. He believed that as long as he lived and returned to the Anxi Protectorate, 200,000 border soldiers would inevitably obey his orders and raise troops to the south.

He wants to give this world, a different master, for her.

Even if all the border soldiers before regarded themselves as Tang Erlang, but at that time, the world will change, who cares about him Datang, and the world is the world of his Yang beard and 200,000 border army soldiers.

Thinking of this, even if his injuries can no longer support Yang Huzi to continue fighting, he still has the will to fight to the death.

"Not convinced?" Xiao Wenyi narrowed his eyes, covering half of his cheeks with a folding fan, and as the words sounded, the coughing sound also sounded.

"What's the matter?" "Zhu Yeqing is a vicious woman, really like Zhu Yeqing. When her words fell, the soft sword was already lit up in front of her, and the killing machine was all over Suzaku Street.

Hearing Zhu Yeqing's reprimand, Xiao Wenshan could only continue to move forward, with a force under his feet, the folding fan was closed, and the palm behind his back was raised, and the palm was full of condensed qi.

Killing people is not enough, but Yang Hu's head doesn't want to stop there.

He stood up with his knife, spat a mouthful of bloody saliva, stretched out his hand and wiped it on the tip of his nose, and was full of fighting intent: "Fight to the death!"

More than a dozen soldiers raised their swords in salute, their eyes were full of determination, they looked at Dadu Hu, they were about to die in front of them, but they could not make a move.

Military orders are like mountains, this is what most of them teach them, and they must carry them out.

"Fight to the death!" said more than a dozen soldiers in unison.

If most of them protect themselves to death, then there will be no military order, and they will strike again at that time, it is not too late, they will go with the protection of most of them, and they will die in a fight to the death.

Even if this news reached the ears of the 200,000 soldiers in the border gates, no one would dare to point at their backbones and scold them for having no conscience.

It's a pity, even if the momentum is getting braver and braver, after all, it is facing the joint efforts of the two red card stars of Lijingmen.

Xiao Wenshan greeted him with a smile, his palm had been pressed on Yang Huzi's horizontal knife, he didn't want to kill Yang Huzi, just to break up Yang Huzi's momentum.

Killing this kind of thing, he is a scholar, and it is not suitable to do it, so it is better to leave it to the woman who follows behind him.

Everything was as Xiao Wenshan guessed, and with one palm, he successfully broke the horizontal knife that Yang Hu was protecting in front of him. The rest of the strength hit Yangbeard's chest.

There was a blood-red, with the poplar beard swept away, painting a dynamic beauty for Suzaku Street.

Unfortunately, there are only a few people watching the view.

A soft sword, followed by the poplar beard that flew upside down, stabbed away, and above the soft sword, the cold light was cold, and the trembling did not stop. This sword is that Zhu Yeqing really wants to poison the mouth and take people's lives.

Two Assassins dressed in night costumes suddenly appeared from both sides of Suzaku Street, each holding a dagger engraved with a strange pattern.

The two assassins shot extremely quickly, and they both ran in the direction of Zhu Yeqing. Ning Buji had fought against them, these assassins were very skilled, but they were not in the holy realm, and they could also hurt people.

"Be careful. Xiao Wenshan reminded him, and continued to move forward, wanting to fight for some opportunities for Zhu Yeqing. As long as Zhu Yeqing could get close to Yang Hu from the two assassins, Yang Hu would definitely die.

Unfortunately, before Xiao Wenyi could get close to Zhu Yeqing, the two assassins confronted Zhu Yeqing.

The assassin was vicious, one specialized in Zhu Yeqing's upper three ways, and the other stabbed Zhu Yeqing's lower abdomen, and his shots were all killer moves.

Zhu Yeqing seemed to have long realized that the situation would change, and with the soft sword roaring, dozens of qi machines broke away from the sword body, turned into Dao sword qi, and stabbed at the two assassins.

Seeing that they couldn't dodge, there was a hint of panic in their eyes, and they hurriedly put their hands in front of their chests, and after taking three or four steps back, they dissipated into the air like ghosts when they appeared.

Yang Huzi, who was holding a half-handled horizontal knife in his hand, was already standing on Suzaku Street with some depravity, smiling at Zhu Yeqing, and he was not convinced, nor was he afraid.

No one can stand between the soft sword and the willow beard, and the next moment, the soft sword will penetrate the throat of the willow beard.

There was a sword mang, which appeared between the two of them, and the sword mang's momentum was very strong, and it actually interrupted the momentum of Zhu Yeqing.

Even the old Taoist priest who had been sitting at the entrance of the alley had his eyes open and a helpless expression. He knew the identity of the person who came, and it seemed that His Majesty's mind had changed.

The old Taoist priest got up slowly, and with a sigh, his robe waved, and swaggered into the depths of the alley.

The sword dissipated, and an elderly eunuch, with a knife under his arm, stood in front of Yang Huzi. The eunuch looked at Zhu Yeqing's resentful eyes a few times, and shook his head: "Zhu Yeqing, if you kill him, you will offend everyone, and even Mr. Zhang can't save you." ”

"Huh! Zhu Yeqing scolded, then turned around and put away his sword and walked towards Xiao Wenshan.

Xiao Wenshan still coughed, but bowed respectfully to Feng Yuanyi, he was a scholar, and he was the most courteous.

Seeing that Zhu Yeqing had already raised a hand, he hurriedly put his palm on Zhu Yeqing's arm, and the two walked to the depths of the alley, where did they come from and where they were going.

More than a dozen soldiers who were still sitting on horseback, pinching cold sweat on their hands for most of the capital, had a bit of a blank taste in their eyes.

Yang Huzi didn't die, and most of their protectors didn't die, but it was a eunuch eunuch who saved most of them.

"Everyone meant to spare him. Feng Yuanyi looked at Cao Akui and explained.

Cao Akui, the commander of the Shence Army wearing golden armor, nodded, today he is not the strongest, but he is the most arrogant person, he has always been like this.

He walked up to the horse on which he had ridden out of the imperial city, took the reins of the horse, turned over on his horse, dragged the ground with his spear, and headed for the city.

"Heh, hehe!" Yang Huzi let out two sneers from his mouth, he looked at Feng Yuanyi's back, his eyes were full of sarcasm, he didn't expect that he would regret it, but I was afraid that he might still be of some use to him.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for me. "It's Your Majesty, not your father.

As if he had known that things would be a little unsatisfactory, Feng Yuanyi turned around and nodded slightly: "It's everyone's no, but as a courtier, you still have to follow everyone's thoughts." ”

If the king wants his ministers to die, the ministers have to die.

His sergeants took the horses, protected the beards on horseback, and rode towards the gate at the end of Suzaku Street.

In the blink of an eye, on Suzaku Street, in addition to the hundreds of north and south yamen on both sides of the road, only Feng Yuanyi remained. He tilted his head slightly and looked up at the ridge.

Ning Buer looked down coldly at the same time, and he had already gotten up, stretched out his hand to stroke his sword, and stood.