The clouds were like lead, and the last rays of moonlight were quietly hidden in the darkness where you couldn't see your fingers.

In the wilderness, the night wind roared and whistled and whistled, blowing flags in the distance like angry waves.

Ji Cheng is clear and galloping, flying against the wind in the dark night, like a nocturnal bird crossing the sky without leaving a trace.

The direction of the Holy Capital City was blazing, like a huge torch burning, and the fierce shouts of killing came far and wide in the dark night, and people fell and stood up in blood and fire anytime and anywhere.

It's going to rain.

Ji Chengche raised his eyes and looked at the dark and gloomy sky, and his speed increased suddenly, like a dragon sweeping across the sky, marching in the direction of the Holy Capital City.

The Fengshan battalion fell into Xiang Lin's control without danger, adding a key bargaining chip to this counterinsurgency war.

Ji Chengche took advantage of the situation and withdrew and returned to the holy capital.

But deep in his heart, no matter how far he has gone, there is always a voice urging him to go to Lingshan and Lingshan...... Even if it's just a glance.

The closer he was to the Holy Capital City, the louder the cry in his heart became, but it didn't make him turn back after all.

He didn't want to entangle with the rebels in the military camp outside the city, so he sneaked through the sky and went straight to the Holy Capital Tower.

"Boom—" Heavy rain poured down, and thunder rumbled from the distant sky.

Ji Cheng braved the wind and rain to avoid the blockade and surveillance of the rebels in the city tower, and drove all the way in.

The rain obscured the view, and the streets and alleys on a rainy night were as silent as a dead city, except for the ghostly sentry posts of the rebels.

Ji Cheng's eyes gathered, and he saw that the gate of the Suzaku Gate Palace was open in the direction of the imperial city, and thousands of rebels were swarming in like ants, and the burning fire could not even be extinguished by the rain.

"Oh no, the Imperial City has fallen!"

Ji Chengche was startled, and he didn't care about hiding his whereabouts, and his speed rose to the extreme and rushed towards the Suzaku Gate.

The importance of the Imperial City is self-evident, and if it falls, all efforts are likely to be in vain.

"What man, stop!"

A rebel general stood majestically on the tower of the Suzaku Gate, and when he saw a figure passing in the sky, he shouted loudly and rose into the air, making witch marks with both hands and muttering spells, trying to launch a witchcraft volley.

Who knew that the speed of the person's body was far beyond his expectations, and the witch spell was only half recited, and the other party had rushed to the front, and without saying a word, he punched out.

"Ahh

It's a pity that no matter how fast his body is, it can't be faster than Ji Cheng's fist, and the muffled iron fist of "bang" hit his chest.

The rebel general screamed and turned over and fell to the Suzaku Gate, dying and unable to survive.

Ji Chengche crossed the city tower without froze and swooped into the imperial city.

Behind the Suzaku Gate is the Dao Urn Castle, where hundreds of rebels set up ladders to attack the city while calling on crash cars to hammer the palace gate.

"Bang, bang, bang—" The hammer slammed against the closed palace door with a deafening loud sound, as if the entire urn city was shaking.

Many rebels have climbed up to the city and fought fiercely with the defenders on the tower, swords and swords are intertwined, and blood is splashed in the fire and rain, and the situation is precarious.

A defender was already red-eyed, and when he saw Ji Chengche's divine soldier descending from the sky, he thought he was a rebel general, and he split it without saying a word.

Ji Chengche stood still, seeing the blade attacking, he stretched out his left hand and two fingers to push it, the action was like flowing water, and the weightlifting was like a trace, and the interpretation of a style of "Huansha Change" was perfect.

"Poof!" the blade slashed, slicing the throat of a nearby rebel.

The rebel didn't even realize what was happening, and he fell on his back with blood gushing from his neck.

Seeing this, the rebels around scolded angrily, and attacked Ji Chengche like a forest of knives and guns.

Ji Chengche was not afraid, and performed the "Moon Sweeping Style" in the twelve changes of the Heavenly Demons, stretching his hands through the flowers and willows, and hearing the sound of "jingling" gold and stone, seeing the cold light shimmering one after another, in an instant, all the blades in the hands of seven or eight rebels were snatched by him, and he stayed on the spot empty-handed.

"Go!" Ji Chengche exhaled and raised his voice, his arms fluttered, and the rebels beside him screamed and fell.

However, there were too many rebels pouring into the city, and the ladders below were still sending reinforcements to the city. Despite the desperate resistance of the defenders, the situation was not optimistic.

Ji Cheng's face was silently reciting the witch spell, and he pinched the seal with both hands and shouted: "Duh!"

"Woo-" In an instant, thousands of fire dragons flew in the sky above the urn city, converging into magnificent and magnificent fire waterfalls and rushing towards the cloud ladder.

Thousands of rebels above and below the city screamed in amazement, and many soldiers who had climbed the ladder saw that the situation was not good, and scrambled to jump down.

"Click, click, click—" But with a snap of his fingers, the fire dragon swept through dozens of ladders, and many soldiers who had no time to escape were on fire, and even the armor of the protective body did not help, turning into balls of fire and falling from the air.

Fortunately, there are also strong spiritual cultivators in the rebel array, who hurriedly save people and save people, extinguish fires, and put out chaos.

"Your Highness!"

Ji Chengche stood on the urn city like a god, and he drove all the rebels in front of him more than ten zhang from the city, but he suddenly heard someone shouting his name.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Geng Tian was covered in blood and fighting with a rebel general.

The rebel general was Qiu Xingjian, one of the eight overseers of the Chu State, who was a colleague with Geng Tianfen, and his cultivation was also poor.

But Geng Tian suffered a loss, and in the battle of Yuge last night, he put an arrow on the ribs to protect Xiang Yu's waist, and at the same time, he spent a lot of energy on the city for several days, so he fell into a disadvantage from the beginning.

Qiu Xingjian became more and more ruthless, and his two guns flew up and down around Geng Tian's body, wanting to finish his work in one battle.

At the last moment, I saw that the soldiers in front of me were tumbling and rolling away like waves, Ji Chengche turned the fetal Yuan Shen knife and was invincible, only two arrow steps to get close to the front, the blade was cold and cold, and it was unreasonable to slash Qiu Xingjian's left shoulder.

"Keng!" Qiu Xingjian held the blade with two guns and cross flower arrangements, and then twisted his waist and turned his wrist to twist the fetal Yuan Divine Knife away.

Unbeknownst to him, before he could exert his strength with his arms, the fierce and unforged strength of the Fetal Yuan Divine Knife had broken into the twin guns, and rushed along the barrel of the spear for thousands of miles, causing the meridians to tremble and tremble.

Qiu Xingjian suddenly felt a stuffiness in his chest, his two guns were like Tuo Taiyue, and he couldn't help but take four steps back.

Ji Chengqing's dragon and tiger steps followed like a shadow, and the fetal Yuan Divine Knife pushed the boat down the water and cut down to Qiu Xingjian's face door.

Qiu Xingjian was shocked, only then did he know how powerful Ji Cheng was, and hurriedly tried his best to transport the gun and seal the frame.

"Soozzle, sonor, sonor!"

Ji Chengche sent four knives in a row without any moves at all, it seems to be chaotic at hand, but the knife style is like a sinking fish and a goose antelope hanging horns, teaching people to prevent one from losing the other, and winning the true meaning of the four words of the knife king's recipe "bright light and harmony".

Qiu Xingjian was clumsy and kept retreating. It was clear that there were soldiers on both sides fighting chaotically everywhere, but he felt as if he was alone in the face of the devastating blow of the Fetal Yuan Divine Sword.

What made him even more frightened was that no matter how he dodged his body, he could never get rid of the shroud of the knife, just like a caged bird, no matter how much he fluttered and struggled, it was useless.

He gritted his teeth and connected the four knives, feeling that the meridians of his arms had been twisted, the armor on his arms was shattered and scattered inch by inch, and he could vaguely see the green tendons beating violently under the muscles.

Geng Tian had been left behind by Ji Chengche, and he couldn't help but smack his tongue when he beat Qiu Xingjian, one of the eight overseers, in three or five rounds.

It's only been a long time since I saw him, and Ji Cheng's cultivation has gone to the next level, as if he has stood proudly at the peak of the Yuan Realm, and he is only half a step away from the legend of the Holy Realm!

Ji Chengche didn't think about it so much, he still couldn't hurt Qiu Xingjian with five stabs in a row, and he couldn't help but secretly admire the other party's cultivation, and said: "I see that you are also a good man, put down the gun and run for your life!"

Qiu Xingjian snorted and spit out two mouthfuls of turbid air, his nose and sideburns were hot and sweaty, and he was even more tired than fighting Geng Tian for more than fifty years.

He regained his footing and swung open the door, and said, "That is, you know that Qiu is a man, how can you escape from the battle?"

"Well said!"

Someone cheered loudly in mid-air, and a middle-aged scribe in Tsing Yi came elegantly and gracefully.

"Mi Shangshu!" Qiu Xingjian shouted happily when he saw that the Tsing Yi scribe was in high spirits.

It turned out that this Tsing Yi scribe was the Shangshu Micang Mountain of the Great Chu Military Department. Although he has been in charge of the military department for many years, he is plain and pretentious, and always likes to wear light clothes and lupine towels, and has a reputation for military Chinese courage.

This time, Qi Longxiang launched a mutiny, and Micang Mountain contributed a lot, and tonight he took on the main task of attacking the Vermilion Bird Gate, and commanded the rebels under his command to attack Wengcheng all the way.

He squinted at Ji Chengche and said, "You are the big Chu Qin criminal, the old man has to admire your courage!"

Ji Chengche sneered and said, "I don't know whose Da Chu is in Your Excellency's mouth?"

Mi Cangshan said with a slight embarrassment: "The matter of Da Chu, it's not your turn to talk too much!"

Ji Chengqing hated people the most in his life and scolded him as a "little devil cub", and pointed at Micang Mountain and Qiu Xingjian with a knife: "You two come together!"

Yonekurayama laughed and said, "The young man has such a big breath. You need to know that pride and complacency are the thieves in your heart!"

Ji Chengche sneered at each other: "Dare to ask which thief is it that relies on the old seller to seek glory?"

These words hit the sore spot of Micang Mountain, and the old man sneered: "Don't think that you can fight all over the world with a little brute force, the old man will teach you tonight what it means to overcome rigidity with softness!"

"Huh!" Mi Cangshan unfolded the folding fan in his hand and danced like a wheel, his posture was graceful and graceful, and he approached Ji Chengqing, and slashed down his eyebrows.

Ji Chengche couldn't get used to this Sven scum, and wanted to give the other party a dismount.

He was not in a hurry to parry, his body was like a mountain and a sea, and he merged with the void, allowing the folding fan to go straight into the middle palace.

Geng Tian saw that Ji Chengche's soldiers were in danger, and hurriedly reminded: "Don't be careless!"

Ji Chengche smiled slightly, and suddenly retreated, as if walking freely in the garden.

It is strange to say that the folding fan in Micang Mountain's hand is faster than the meteor, but it can't catch up with Ji Chengqing's retreat.

At that moment, the two of them advanced and retreated, attacking and defending straight to the end of the city tower!

(End of chapter)