"Nanhua!"

"No!"

"It should be said to stay in the marquis,"

"You helped Gaozu to build the Emperor Han in the past, why are you a thief now and destroy the Han family?"

"If you surrender, you can not blame the past, still seal the Hou, and eat ten thousand households!"

Wang Yue held the Chixiao Sword, standing above the palace tower, staring condescendingly at the people below, Yang Qifeng and Xiliang Tieqi had been completely ignored by him, and there was only one figure in his eyes.

"Destroy the Han Dynasty," Nanhua laughed, and he continued to narrate aloud: "Wang Jujun, who was powerful in the past and usurped the Han Dynasty, is also my disciple,"

"I've done it more than once to destroy the Han Dynasty,"

"Now that you know where I come from, I don't believe that you don't know about Wang Mang, such a plan to delay the army, don't be embarrassed here,"

"Liuhou doesn't plan to turn back, so let's die," Wang Yue walked with his sword, he took a sword step by step, the sword was like a pillar, sharp and incomparable, and nothing could stop the sword in his hand.

The Red Turban Wrestler is invulnerable, but it is based on ordinary people, even if the samurai wants to break through the defense of the Red Turban Wrestler, it is extremely difficult, but this is not too difficult for the Martial Saint.

The long sword pierced into the body of the Red Turban Lux, and the sword directly shattered the body of the Red Turban Force, and the body of the Red Turban Warrior began to crack, and finally turned into bean dregs and shattered apart.

In an instant, the red scarf wrestlers who had climbed to the palace tower were cleaned up by Wang Yue, he stood on the palace tower and looked down coldly, and did not attack without authorization, obviously his intention was to hold this place.

As long as the more Wang can hold this place, the longer the time drags on, the more beneficial it will be for him, and the chaos cannot last forever, and sooner or later this turmoil will end.

When the chaos ended, the power of the Han family was concentrated, and the rebellion was just a matter of rebellion, which Yang Qifeng saw clearly.

If there is a Son of Heaven in hand, he can justifiably exclude dissidents and wait for the opportunity to monopolize power, which is also the main reason why Dong Zhuo began to grow rapidly after entering Beijing in history.

However, there is no such good situation in this world, and you can easily get the Son of Heaven in your hands, but although the Son of Heaven has not yet arrived, the current situation is not bad.

In the past, Luoyang was the tiger's den of Longtan, even if the martial saint came here, he had to fold here, but now I don't know how many forces are working together, with the help of the death of the Spirit Emperor, the succession of the new emperor, the alternation of rights, and the unstable situation of the government and the opposition.

The brazen start to attack directly created this great turmoil, created an opportunity for foreign soldiers to enter Beijing, and also created the best opportunity for Yang Qifeng to explore the mystery of the sky and find what the main god lacks.

Yang Qifeng snorted coldly, he was no longer counting on Nanhua at the moment, with Wang Yue, the martial saint, sitting in the palace building, Nanhua had been restrained, he urged the red rabbit horse and rushed towards the palace gate.

The red rabbit galloped out with four hooves, a red color flashed away, Yang Qifeng came to the palace gate, the Tiangang battle axe was held high by him, with the help of the red rabbit charge, he fiercely split an axe at the palace gate.

Splitting Huashan, this is the most destructive blow among the three major killing moves of Tiangang's thirty-six axes.

The deafening sound of bombardment came out, but the palace building was shaking, clicking, clicking, clicking, the palace gate shattered, and sawdust began to splash everywhere.

The ferocious force, from the Tiangang battle axe, continued to vent, directly smashed the palace gate.

Yang Qifeng sat on top of the red rabbit, his arm holding the Tiangang battle axe trembled slightly, the strength of the shock back was not small, and his arm had stabilized in just two breaths.

Wang Yue's indifferent face changed suddenly, he jumped down from the palace tower, but he was not stopping the army from advancing, he also knew that when the palace gate was damaged, he could not stop the army by himself.

If only the army is okay, but there is a strong person who is not weak to him, he will definitely not be able to stop him, and judging the situation is vividly shown by him.

Wang Yue fled, Yang Qifeng did not stop him, he led the Xiliang Iron Cavalry and began to rush towards the deep palace, and in front of him was Nanhua leading the way, who knew the layout of the palace well.

It was as if this palace was built under his personal supervision, and at the same time he explained the layout of the palace to Yang Qifeng, which was divided into two palaces, south and north.

The two palaces are connected by a roofed compound road, which is seven miles long from north to south. There is also a guard every ten steps, standing on the side of the two compartments, very mighty.

However, this usual standard configuration no longer exists, and there is silence in all directions.

After the vision was narrow, it suddenly opened up, this is a square paved with bluestone slabs, but it is a fiery red, and one after another elite men are standing in line with spears in their hands.

Dressed in bright armor like blood, his tall body stood under the scorching sun, but he was meticulous and showed no superfluity, this is an elite army.

In front of the army was a throne of a dragon carved in gold lacquer, on which sat a young man, wearing an imperial crown and a crown robe. The crown dress is a black top, a vermilion bottom, painted with a crest pattern on the top and bottom, covering the knees, wearing a ribbon, and a red shirt.

The twelve drooping crowns make outsiders unable to see the appearance clearly, and in his hand he holds a sword with a pattern, decorated with colorful beads, and a sword with a cold light of Jiuhua jade, and a blade like frost and snow, and it is the Chixiao Sword!

With the horse's hooves, the Xiliang Iron Horse arrived, ringing the bell and striking the chime, and the music was melodious, as if to welcome their arrival.

Wang Yue, who had just escaped, was standing beside him at the moment, not only Wang Yue was here, but there were also two martial saints beside him.

One of them he is more familiar with, it is the commander of the Imperial Forest Guard, the Great Han Yulin and the Second Imperial Forest Guard, all of them are elite armies composed of martial artists, and their commanders are all martial saints, and the commander of Yulin Wei and Yulin Wei both died in the Battle of Guangzong.

But the remaining one is relatively unfamiliar to him, this is not the great general He Jin, from this point of view, the Great Han Martial Saint is not seven, but eight, this one is completely hidden, only the Han has an accident This is in front of people.

Yang Qifeng looked around, he looked at the young man, the situation was confusing again, the chaos in the palace was intentional by this one.

With this elite army in hand in front of him, and three martial saints by his side, Hugh wants to say that the chaos in the palace can be suppressed even if the chaos in Luoyang City can be suppressed.

But Luoyang is still in chaos, even the palace, there is only one explanation for such a situation, this chaos is intentional by this young emperor.

He wondered, this young son of heaven, who was only thirteen years old, how could he have such a great determination and decision at such an age, even if he had determination, he would not have the prestige to be able to promote this matter single-handedly.

But the next moment, when Nanhua spoke, Yang Qifeng already knew why this was so.

"Liu Bang, you are really here!"