Mangzhong had no intention of fighting. His goal was to rush to the door of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince immediately to remind and protect his safety.

Looking at the direction these people were moving, Mangzhong knew that they were coming for the prince.

He immediately quickened his pace, dodged sideways to avoid another Tibetan who was rushing towards him, hooked his big hand on the man's shoulder like an iron hook, and then pulled hard. The Tibetan man immediately flew up and flew towards the three people who were rushing towards him.

Battle tactics are not the forte of Mangzhong and others, but killing skills are his most adept martial arts.

As the man was pulled up by him, Mangzhong leaped up again, bent one leg like a golden rooster standing on one leg, and slammed his knee into the chest of the flying Tibetan man.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of the Tubo man's mouth instantly, dyeing his robe red. Several people behind him were hit by the impact and lost their footing, rolling down from the roof one by one.

Mangzhong didn't even look at the people. His light body skills allowed him to walk on the roof as if it were flat ground. His toes lightly tapped on the roof tiles and he leaped forward lightly.

Hua Meng shot several arrows in succession, slowing down the speed of the Tibetans rushing up the stairs, but when he arrived at the stairs, seven or eight people had already rushed up.

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He pulled the Yanchi crossbow from his waist and pulled the trigger. The arrow flashed with a cold light and instantly submerged the backs of the Tibetans who rushed forward. Those people rolled down the steps like rolling gourds.

Hua Meng didn't wait for them to roll to his feet. He lightly jumped behind them and kicked the first person down from the stairs. The stairs were immediately filled with chaos and people fell to the ground.

Jingzhe and Liebao rushed out from the room not far from Li Hong's sides at an extremely fast speed, the swords in their hands exuding a cold murderous aura under the moonlight.

"Protect the prince..."

"Kill them." As soon as Jingzhe finished speaking, Li Hong's cold voice sounded not far behind him.

The fight had just begun, but it had already awakened Li Hong in the room. Banmei and Xunlan stood on both sides, looking up at the ceiling vigilantly from time to time.

"Yes, sir." When Jingzhe and Liebao saw that Li Hong was fine, a hint of excitement flashed in their eyes. It would be easy to deal with now that their master was fine. Tonight would be a night of killing.

Li Hong held a sword in one hand and a crossbow in the other, and shot an arrow at the top of his head without even looking.

Suddenly, a very short scream came from above my head, followed by the sound of a body rolling down.

These people seemed to have been specially trained, as they were able to endure the pain without making a sound when being shot.

Li Hong's expression was cold, and he exuded a chilling murderous aura.

The window was kicked open by the Tibetans, and a Tibetan just flew in from the window. The sharp sword in Banmei's hand had been waiting for a long time. Before the Tibetan could identify the direction, the sword reflected a cold light under the moonlight coming in from the window, and passed through the Tibetan's neck like a ghost. The Tibetan immediately fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, covering his neck, and his body twitching constantly.

Liebao and Jingzhe cleared the way for them in front, while Banmei and Xunlan followed behind to cover their retreat. Li Hong's crossbow shot forward and backward from time to time, helping them to deal with the increasing number of Tibetans.

But as the number of people in front of them increased, Cheetah and Jingzhe could no longer completely stop the Tibetans from rushing in. The two were involuntarily separated by several steps by the Tibetans, leaving a large gap.

"You don't have to worry about it." Li Hong's voice was very calm. Seeing that Cheetah and Jingzhe were about to give up resistance and turn around to protect themselves, he immediately shouted.

While he was speaking, the sword in his hand was never idle. The cold light flashed like lightning, and the Tibetan man who had just rushed in from the gap between the two of them had his head cut off at an angle by his sword, and a large part of his shoulder was also cut off at the same time.

The Tibetan who was originally rushing forward was beheaded by the person in front of him as soon as he met him. Before he could react, he saw the young man opposite him with cold murderous eyes and the sword in his hand was as fast as lightning, which pierced his chest before he could react.

"Waste!" Li Hong cursed angrily, then kicked away the Tibetan man whose chest he had pierced, drew out the sword in his hand, and stood together with Jingzhe and Liebao with murderous intent.

Perhaps it was because of the overly sharp bloody murderous aura on his body that the Tibetans who continued to rush over from the opposite side felt a little frightened and involuntarily wanted to avoid him.

Banmei and Xunlan protected Li Hong closely behind him, the sharp swords in their hands made people feel chilled. They were like two poisonous snakes, appearing and disappearing like ghosts, making it hard to guard against them.

"Kill towards Mangsong Mangzan." Li Hong kicked away a Tibetan who sneaked up on him from the side, and blocked the oncoming sword with the sword in his hand. At the same time, he punched the man in the face with his left fist.

The man's eyes went dark due to the powerful punch. Before he even felt the pain in his nose, his body went limp and he fainted on the ground.

"If you want to get through, you have to get through me first." An equally cold voice sounded.

As the voice rang out, Mangzhong and Hua Meng appeared beside Li Hong, and the fight stopped temporarily.

"Master, there are a lot of them. The Royal Guards are blocked by them below and can't come up." Hua Meng had some injuries on his shoulder. Under the moonlight, he could vaguely see black liquid slowly flowing out, soaking a large area of ​​clothes on his left shoulder.

Li Hong's pupils shrank. He ignored Hua Meng's words and looked at a young man who was blocked by the Tibetans not far ahead. He asked coldly, "You are Xuelie."

Without waiting for Xuelie to answer, a Tibetan who was closest to Li Hong suddenly rushed towards him. Just when the Tibetan was about to get to him, Li Hong kicked him in the abdomen. He flew into the air and fell to the ground with a thud, groaning in pain.

Xuelie took a look at his subordinate who was kicked away by Li Hong and was squirming in pain on the ground. He couldn't help but feel secretly shocked by the strength of Li Hong's kick.

"I won't hurt you, as long as you put down your weapons and surrender." Xue Lie separated the men in front of him, slowly walked to the front and looked at Li Hong.

There are dozens of people on his side now, while the Tang people have only seven. Although many people on his side have died, as long as they can capture the Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty alive, these deaths and injuries will be worth it.

"Just you?" Li Hong leaned on his sword with a relaxed hand, and his tiger eyes slowly scanned the dozens of Tibetans in front of him. His expression remained calm, and he did not regard the dozens of people on the other side as a threat at all.

"You have no way to retreat now. There are so many of us, and you seven alone can't break out." Xuelie said confidently.

At this moment, shouts and cries of killing were deafening below the Red Palace. Li Hong's personal guards and the Tibetan blocking warriors arranged by Xue Lie were fighting for the exit above the Red Palace.

The entire Potala Palace seemed to have suddenly awakened from its deep sleep and turned into a man-eating beast. The oil lamps in each room began to be lit up in twos and threes. Soon, all the rooms in the Potala Palace were lit up.

The torches on the passage of the Potala Palace also illuminated the entire Potala Palace in an instant. The torches, which were not far apart, seemed like the colorful strips of lights that adorned the exterior of the building in the previous life, outlining the entire outline of the Potala Palace.

The sounds of fierce fighting continued above the Potala Palace. Both Li Hong's personal guards and Xue Lie's hundreds of brave warriors were fighting in an almost barbaric manner.

The blood dyed the snow-white walls of the Potala Palace red. Under the moonlight and torches, the blood appeared dark brown, and a hint of cruel murderous intent emerged on the snow-white walls.

Li Hong glanced at the guards fighting below, a sneer appeared on his lips again, he slowly raised the sword in his hand, pointed at the snow column opposite, then slowly moved the sword, pointed at the bottom of the Red Palace, and said: "Open your eyes and see, your warriors are already defeated."

Xue Lie followed Li Hong's sword and looked at the chaos below. The fierce fighting situation on the battlefield was indeed as His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty said, their own people could no longer hold the stairs.

The fighting power of the Tang people was beyond his imagination. He originally thought that they only relied on the thunder from the sky to break through the city of Lhasa in one fell swoop.

Now looking at the Tang soldiers below, each one of them is fearless and murderous, as ferocious and brave as a butcher. Every time they swing the sword in their hands, a stream of blood will fall in the night sky.

"I will kill you before they rush up." Xue Lie turned his head to look at Li Hong, tightly clenched the knife in his hand, and said coldly.

"Let's give it a try and see who kills who." Li Hong pointed the sword in his hand at Xue Lie again.

Almost at the same time, not only Li Hong moved, but Hua Meng and others next to him also moved at the same time.

The black cloak on Li Hong fluttered behind him as he moved quickly, following him closely like a dark cloud.

His only target was Xuele. If he captured Xuele, the riot in the Potala Palace would stop. No matter how many people were ambushing outside the city, they would become useless after he regained control of the Potala Palace.

"Dang dang dang" the sound of weapons colliding with sparks flying rang in the ears of the two men. Each knife was aimed directly at the opponent's vital points, and each knife was equally sharp and ruthless.

Xuelie is worthy of being the bravest warrior in Tubo. He is no slower than Li Hong in strength or speed. However, compared with Li Hong, he lacks a bit of the domineering aura honed on the battlefield.

Li Hong swung his sword vigorously. Every move not only posed a threat to Xue Lie, but also to the Tibetans next to him.

Whether the sword is in the left hand or the right hand, it will not affect Li Hong's accuracy and strength in swinging the sword. This was his killer move that had both Lian Yangwu and Lian Tie suffered when he was in Chang'an.

In addition to the deliberate training on the battlefield in recent years, he has already become extremely skilled. In a short period of time, the continuous and breathtaking fierce attacks not only made Xuelie so flustered that he could only defend himself, but also took care of several Tibetan soldiers who surrounded him.