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Tang Xixu fought with Yuwen Xin for several rounds, and Yuwen Xin was stronger than he imagined.
Although Yuwen Xin was not yet a grandmaster, he was good at outsmarting others. He had studied Tang Xixu's fighting style in detail, so he could cleverly dodge every attack.
Chen Yin had been fighting for several days in a row and was already exhausted. When Tang Xixu turned around, three or four black-armored soldiers stabbed Chen Yin at the same time.
The old veteran in his fifties fell sideways in the strong wind, and the black cloak on General Chen's back gently caught his body.
"Uncle Chen!"
Ever since Tang Xixu found Chen Yin three years ago, Chen Yin has been loyal to him as he was to Mo Wenqing, and treats him like his own son.
Tang Xixu glanced back at the soldiers who had followed him. Some of them had not received formal training and had joined Buhuo City only because they were desperate. Compared to the Black Armor Army, the Anning Army had suffered nearly half its casualties.
Tang Xixu closed Chen Yin's eyes and set him aside. Anger flared in the young man's eyes, and his wounded hand clenched the silver spear.
"Do you really have to block my way?" The young man's voice was particularly cold.
"Yes." The general in white said after a moment of silence.
Tang Xixu swung his spear, and the chill autumn wind suddenly surged with murderous intent. In the blink of an eye, the silver spear was like a long arrow accelerated, and the wind from the spear vigorously shook the leaves and grass.
A bullet through the throat.
Before Yuwen Xin could come to his senses, he felt a sharp pain in his throat and blood soaked his neck, and then he was nailed to the tree.
"Then I can only kill you."
Tang Xixu drew out his silver spear, his expression as calm as a cold pond, not even glancing at the corpse behind him.
It was already late autumn, and the capital was unusually quiet today, with no one on the streets. Outside the Imperial City, there was a deserted scene, only fluttering flags. The Imperial Guards were much fewer than usual, and there were few people.
The serious-looking young man held a spear in his hand and wore black and gold armor, with the red tassel of his spear fluttering in the autumn wind.
"Where are the An Ning Army?" the leading general shouted, as if to boost morale. However, his voice was slightly different from usual, lacking a bit of strength in its toughness.
“Here! Here! Here!”
The soldiers outside the palace were holding weapons, full of fighting spirit.
The late autumn sky was covered with several layers of dark clouds, and the strong wind blew violently into the young man's ears, and the man's long hair, which was tied up high, fluttered in the wind.
Many palace maids were cleared out, and the once graceful and elegant queen now had many fine lines on her beautiful face.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty." Zhao Mingshang was "invited" into the palace since Yuwen Xin went on the expedition, and has been staying with the Queen for the past few days.
Zhao Mingchang patted the back of the queen's hand gently, but the queen did not feel relieved, but became more anxious.
"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness Prince An has passed away." Li Dequan took the battle report, lowered his head and trembled.
"What?!"
Emperor Ganping's hair turned a lot whiter in an instant while he was sitting on the dragon throne. The decadent emperor looked like a seriously ill dragon, without any vitality at all.
This was also within Emperor Gan Ping's expectations. Among all his sons, only Yuwen Xin was the most to his liking. When he heard the news of his death, Emperor Gan Ping was still heartbroken.
Zhao Mingchang's brows suddenly furrowed when she heard this, not because Yuwen Xin died in the battle, but because she didn't expect Tang Xixu to be so cruel.
The hall was very quiet, everyone was preoccupied with their own thoughts, and it was so silent that no one spoke a word.
About two or three hours later, the voice of Eunuch Dequan was heard.
"Your Majesty, the An Ning Army has arrived."
Li Dequan lowered his head and whispered about the situation outside.
Emperor Gan Ping raised his eyes, his light eyebrows slightly raised, and gently stroked Mo Wenqing's tablet: "Wenqing, don't blame me for being unjust. I wanted to spare his life because of our long-standing friendship, but he was unfaithful and killed my son. I cannot let him go."
Yuwen Zhan placed the tablet on the table and said sternly, "Go ahead and give the order."
After Li Dequan withdrew, he smiled and said to the Marquis of Nanyang who was guarding outside, "My Lord, the rest of the matter depends on you. Please do not let His Majesty down."
The Marquis of Nanyang bowed his head and knelt. His voice was as strong as a city wall. "Your Majesty, please rest assured. I will make sure that the villain will not return."
The Imperial Guards surrounded the city tightly, with martial artists surrounding them from the outside. Hong Yu stood in the center, swearing to obey Yuwen Xin's orders before his death—to defend the city to the very end.
The two armies pressed down on the city, leaving only a white line in the middle.
Marquis of Nanyang stood on the high wall, looking at the young general below.
"Tangxi Xu, if you withdraw your troops immediately, His Majesty will grant you an intact corpse. If you force your attack, you will die without a complete corpse!"
The young general looked up and saw that it was this shameless old man, and he instantly became angry.
Isn't it death either way? Why do you ask me to choose? That's ridiculous.
Qu Yi looked at the thin young man from behind and realized how powerful he was. If he didn't know who he was, he would have been fooled.
"You old fool! How can someone like you, who bullies women, deserve to live in this world? I will eliminate this evil for the people today and kill you!"
The jade-faced young general's eyes were filled with anger.
Nanyang Hou's thick eyebrows furrowed slightly. This voice seemed strange, yet also familiar. He couldn't place it, his memory was hazy, and given the urgent situation, he simply stopped thinking about it.
Liu Han looked at the man on the high wall and wished he could rush up and tear him into pieces.
"General, there's no need to waste time talking. Just go ahead and kill them!" Pei Shan waved his sword, determined to go into the palace and ask the old emperor for an explanation.
"An Ning Army, listen to my orders!"
"Within the imperial city, leave no one alive except women and children!"
The leader of the Anning Army jumped off his horse with a spear in hand, pointing it directly at Hong Yu.
The autumn wind blows strongly and the war drums beat.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The two armies then started fighting, and the scene was chaotic for a while.
Liu Han waved a long stick and drew a circle with himself as the center. A transparent water-like substance was sprinkled on the faces of the imperial guards. Qu Yi then threw out a fire, and all the soldiers in the circle were burned to death.
The two ends of the long stick turned into two big fireballs. Liu Han swirled the long stick, and the two fireballs spun rapidly. The woman had her back to the imperial city gate, and the autumn wind blew up the woman's hair on her temples. Sparks flew away with the wind, and many fell on the soldiers' faces.
"ah"
"ah"
"ah"
"Liu Han, come up, I'll help you!" The young general had already had his skin scraped off on his handsome face during the fight, his thick brows were tightly furrowed, and his hands were still fighting with the enemy.
The young general placed the spear horizontally across his back, and Liu Han jumped onto the spear tip. The young man, who had taken off his helmet, lifted it up with force, and the woman on the spear tip threw the stick in her hand into the high wall.
Liu Han's face flashed before Nanyang Hou's eyes, and Nanyang Hou was startled. If there hadn't been someone behind him to catch him, he would have fallen face up to the sky.
Han Jishan really didn't expect that Liu Han was still alive. Shouldn't she have died three years ago?
A dense sense of fear filled every breath of Handijishan.
"Han Jishan, today I will avenge my sister!"
The anger in Liu Han's eyes turned into that of a lion, as if he wanted to eat the Marquis of Nanyang in one bite.
The An Ning Army did not have many soldiers and horses, but for some reason, another group of soldiers and horses came from outside the city. Their clothes were the same as those of the Imperial Guards, but the weapons in their hands were different.
Hong Yu had long discovered that today's An Ning Army leader was different from the one he fought last month.
The current one seems to have a variety of martial arts skills, but lacks strength, and his internal strength is not as deep as that one. Moreover, although this person looks like a man, his body is relatively thin and frail, and his face is smaller.
Hong Yu had a bold guess in his mind, and the long sword in his hand flew out with just the right force, and the scabbard lightly brushed across the face of the leader of the An Ning Army.
The mask cracked from the philtrum to the corner of the lips, and the eyes under the mask suddenly became sharp. Hong Yu couldn't help but shiver.
He was deeply impressed by these eyes.
Like an eagle on the grassland, or an icicle in the snow.
Two years ago, he had witnessed the strength of the owner of these eyes.
The man on the opposite side threw a spear at Hong Yu, but Hong Yu dodged sideways and the spear pierced deep into the sand.
Li Dequan lowered his eyes and looked at the thin young man under the wall. The young man's face was scratched, but there was no blood.
The father-in-law, who was over fifty years old, couldn't help but frown. This was the first time he had seen such a situation.
The situation is urgent now, but I don't pay attention to it.
Li Dequan narrowed his eyes and waved his hand. The two generals beside him understood and both looked serious.
Hong Yu grabbed the young general's shoulders.
"It's really you?!"
Half of the woman's face skin had fallen off, and her expression was solemn.
"Do you like him so much? You're willing to give up your life for him?"
Xu Ning was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He grabbed the man's wrist with his backhand and bent it to the side. There was a "crack" sound, and then Hong Yu looked painful.
"I won't kill you, but you have to give way." Xu Ning's voice was cold, and there was no warmth in his eyes.
Hong Yu covered his wrist and struggled to stand up. Yes, this is her, this is her. What right do I have to stop her?
Xu Ning saw that the man in front of her did not say anything. After a while, the man waved his sword and rushed towards her.
“Ahhh—”
Xu Ning turned around and took out a sword from the pile of dead bodies. In that case, don't blame me for being merciless.
Xu Ning originally respected Hong Yu from the bottom of his heart. Hong Yu was flexible and could accept defeat. For a young man to be able to do this, he was no ordinary person.
"You have to take my sword."
"Don't you see the unjust snow in autumn? I sing to avoid the dust."
The woman in black and gold armor clasped her hands and grasped the sword. The sword pierced through the sky and the woman turned into an eagle, her body as fast as the wind, soaring in the sky.
A strong wind swept through the dark imperial city, and the woman in black and gold armor stabbed the general in white with a sword.
Blood kept flowing from Hong Yu's mouth. The woman's voice was cold: "You shouldn't have died. It's your fault for standing against me."
In a short while, a large number of imperial guards rushed out of the imperial city.
Xu Ning guessed that Emperor Gan Ping had a backup plan. Turning around, he saw a large number of An Ning soldiers lying on the ground with wounded soldiers. The blood seemed to be flowing endlessly, flowing out in streams.
Then two or three more groups of people attacked from all directions.
The An Ning army was surrounded on all sides, leaving no gaps.
Qiao Mulan unconsciously tightened the iron sword in her hand, and Qu Yi looked at Xu Ning worriedly.
"kill--"
A crowd of people gathered towards the center.
Inside the imperial city, above the main hall.
"How is it?" Emperor Gan Ping closed his eyes and thought.
"Your Majesty, they won't be able to hold on for long. We will capture these traitors soon." Li Dequan replied in a low voice.
Zhao Mingchang's eyebrows twitched suddenly, and the hand holding the handkerchief under his feet trembled slightly.
"Why is the weather getting colder?" The queen asked the maid to close the doors and windows.
Zhao Mingchang looked at the light snow that suddenly fell outside the window, and his heart became more and more nervous.
Xu Ning was so focused on fighting with the person opposite her that she didn't notice the tiger-like warrior behind her attacking her.
After Xu Ning rescued the person in front of him, he turned around and saw a long spear piercing Qu Yi, with hot blood still dripping from the tip of the spear.
"Qu Yi!"
The young man's eyelids felt heavy, and he could not stand steadily. He lost his balance and fell down.
The woman's eyes were blurred with tears, and then she burst into tears.
Xu Ning shook him, trying to wake him up.
Qu Yi couldn't hear Xu Ning's voice, he only felt a buzzing sound in his ears.
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