There was no one left by Li Wenshuo's side, even Zhou Gongming's youngest son Zhou Jin died in this tragic melee.

There were too many people, even he couldn't stop everyone, and the other party's purpose was just to rush into the palace gate, and he didn't want to delay too much time here.

Li Wenshuo knew this, but he couldn't stop everyone, he also had to stop the person in front of him, this person made him feel dangerous.

Rao is like this, the heavily armed Jing'an Wang's private army still left more than 200 corpses here, close to Li Wenshuo, the thick blood condensed into pulp on the ground.

Li Wenshuo stood straight in the middle of the road with his sword, and without the support of the sword, he could no longer stand steadily. He had four stab wounds on his body, the most serious one slashed his waist, leaving a terrifying knife wound that the purple-clothed man in front of him left for him.

The blood had been flowing, and if he hadn't stopped the wound with internal force, the blood would have soaked through half of his robe, and his face was pale, which was the appearance of excessive blood loss.

But his eyes were still staring at the man in purple clothes and holding a straight knife in front of him.

"I really didn't expect that I have already written down all the famous masters in the palace, but I have never heard of a character like you, who are you?"

Ye Sheng didn't care very much about whether the other party could stop him, because after such a long time, the overall situation had been decided, no matter what the result was, it was not something he could influence, although the feeling that this situation was not under his control made him very unhappy, but at this time, he was obviously more interested in killing the swordsman in front of him.

Li Wenshuo didn't speak, although he was seriously injured and covered in blood, his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, with a bloody aura, that bloody and domineering aura, so that Ye Sheng, who had reached the realm of Xuantho, did not dare to act rashly.

"Why, don't you even have the strength to speak, then, I'm really going to kill you. ”

Saying so, but the steps under his feet did not move, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Let me think about it, seeing the movement and power of your sword just now, if I am not mistaken, the weight of your sword must be at least fifty catties." It is really rare that such a terrifying weapon has not left a name on the sword spectrum. ”

He was trying to distract Li Wenshuo's attention and observe Li Wenshuo's reaction at the same time, in order to find a flaw, but what disappointed him was that no matter what he said, the other party just looked at him, and the oncoming wind brought a strong smell of blood, even he felt a sense of terror.

"Your sword is good, but my sword is also-"

Before he finished speaking, Li Wenshuo finally spoke.

"You talk so much nonsense. ”

What followed was a cold sword light, and in the blink of an eye, Li Wenshuo came to him, and the iron sword was cut off on his head.

Ye Sheng also knew the power of this iron sword, and he didn't dare to twist the blade easily, but he had been locked by the iron sword, although the other party was seriously injured, but after a night of bloody fighting, the momentum and killing intent had reached its peak, and his strength was not much weaker than at the beginning of last night, and it was not a wise choice to fight with him at this time.

But as long as he survives this period of time, and when his blood keeps flowing until he can't stand at all, then he will win.

Li Wenshuo also knew this, the iron sword in his hand slashed the iron knife that was waved, smashed the condensed knife qi, turned again, and stabbed the opponent's neck, only to see that in mid-air, the blue-gold light flashed out, and was finally blocked by the iron knife, both sides were violently shocked by the other party's force, and Li Wenshuo's wound was split again.

After a night of fierce fighting, even if Li Wenshuo's physical strength was abundant, he felt a sore pain on his sword-wielding right arm at this moment, and his mind was also squandered, and there were bursts of pinprick-like pain in his mind.

However, this blow was still evenly matched, because although Li Wenshuo's realm was only in the Xuanche Initial Realm, his strength was far above Ye Sheng, which also surprised Ye Sheng, and he was even a little angry, so he slashed faster.

Without flinching, the two men started the next round of attacks almost at the same moment.

The sword qi and sword qi ploughed deep ravines on the bluestone-paved road, and the ferocious fighting made the Chang'an people on both sides of the long street, who dared to observe through the cracks in the door, tremble.

Although they have seen many gambling battles on the streets of the market, and they have not shed much blood, but this is the first time they have witnessed such an almost brutal fight, their faces are pale and ugly, and their bodies trembling behind the walls.

The sword struck each other thirty-seven times, and the long knife finally turned into a cloud of shards, and the roar of the weapon made the people on the sidelines uneasy.

It stands to reason that Ye Sheng, who should have had the advantage, was pressed and beaten by the blood-stained long sword the whole time, and there was no room for resistance at all.

At this time, half of the other party's body was really red with blood, but he didn't fall, which made him feel a little irritable, and then the sword pierced into his chest.

It was only a few breaths before and after, and it made people feel that this battle had just begun, but it ended abruptly.

The master is desperate to the death, where is the poeticism depicted in the mouth of Mr. Storyteller and in the biography of the rangers, it has always been a judgment from a high level, and life and death are immediate. If it's not evenly matched, who wants to fight for three hundred rounds.

Li Wenshuo frowned, as the blood passed, the last bit of strength that supported him to raise his sword also disappeared, his eyes became blurred, thinking about how this person was still standing, didn't his heart grow here?

There are naturally strange people in the world whose heart does not grow in the chest, but it is not Ye Sheng, at this moment he looked at the long sword in his chest thoughtfully, and the bursting sword qi destroyed his heart in an instant, cutting off all his vitality.

But even if he died, there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he gently spit out a few words before he died, even Li Wenshuo, who was closest to him, did not hear it clearly.

"Seventy-five pounds. ”

Then he fell to the ground.

Li Wenshuo stretched out his hand and pulled out the broken teeth, and blood spurted out like a spring.

Standing there with his sword in hand, the sound of chaotic footsteps and armor clashing against each other came to his ears.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, because he felt that Liu Ye's kid was not short-lived, and huge exhaustion suddenly poured out from every corner of his body, and finally his eyes were dark, and he fell down amid everyone's exclamations.

In the seventeenth year of Jingde, or the first year of the Apocalypse, according to the records of later historians, Wenzong Liu Yan reigned for 17 years, and Liu Xiu, the king of Jing'an, rebelled against his father, and seized the throne. Fortunately, Liu Ye, Emperor Zhaowu, in front of the Daming Palace, was angry at the courage of his ancestors, raised the emperor's sword to behead him, called the emperor, and changed the name of the country to the apocalypse.

In the same year, the sword fairy was young, went to Mingde Gate, against the enemy 800 armor, the battle was imminent, the complexion remained the same, the sword was drawn and the life and death were regarded as incomparable, and Emperor Wu named him the Marquis of Xiaoyao.

But by the time Li Wenshuo woke up and knew these things, it was already three days later.

When Li Wenshuo slowly opened his eyes, looked at the gauze curtain above his head, and felt that his body had been wrapped into zongzi, he couldn't move at all.

But fortunately, for some reason, his consciousness was incomparably full, and he carefully expanded, and found Xue Renhai and Li Fugui who were lying on the table asleep not far away, and the palace maid who was carefully fanning the fire and decoction outside the porch slowly expanded to the entire East Palace.

Then Li Wenshuo just snorted, a wry smile appeared on his face, this thing really can't be used indiscriminately, just as soon as he spied on the two masters of the Xuanche realm, he was immediately noticed by the other party, and followed Li Wenshuo's consciousness and counterattacked, so that he suffered a secret loss, if he didn't know who he was, it is estimated that he would have been killed a long time ago.

(End of chapter)