Chapter 505: Surrender and I'll leave you with only a corpse.
The red lacquer peeled off, the golden tiles were covered with dust, and the whole palace was like a dying beast, crawling in the bloody setting sun.
Ying Zhi lacked patience, and couldn't bear to see Emperor Ying Qian in such a desperate situation. His hands were shaking, but he remained calm on his face. How could his dark and twisted heart be satisfied?
He was willing to kill his own son, let alone this old man?
The people of the Ying family were cold and indifferent, and there was nothing good about them. But rather than saying that he was like Emperor Ying Qian, it would be better to say that he was like the late emperor
. He was more cruel to himself than to outsiders.
Outside the palace, the sound of killing shook the sky, and the sound of swords clashing was endless.
Ying Zhi's long sword was against Emperor Ying Qian's throat.
Just as Emperor Ying Qian said, if he lost, then the old man Emperor Ying Qian should have gone ahead of him.
Ying Zhi's men exerted force.
There was a blood mark on Emperor Ying Qian's neck.
He wanted to buy time, but Ying Zhi was clearly going to kill him. Emperor Ying Qian drew out the dagger without hesitation, and a cold light flashed.
"Puff."
The dagger stabbed into Ying Zhi's abdomen.
But Emperor Ying Qian was weak and old after all, so his movements were agile but slow.
Ying Zhi noticed that the wound was not deep, and the fierce light in his eyes suddenly rose. He took the dagger with his backhand and stabbed Emperor Ying Qian's heart three times.
Blood splattered and slithered like a red snake.
"You--"
Emperor Ying Qian's pupils shrank suddenly.
He finally panicked.
With a creak, someone pushed the door open. Zhu Wei,
who was loyal to Emperor Ying Qian during the day, entered.
"Zhu..."
Emperor Ying Qian hurriedly asked for help.
Zhu Wei didn't even look at Emperor Ying Qian, and saluted Ying Zhi respectfully.
"The second prince."
"Have you found him?"
"I didn't see his figure in the hall where Bao Pu was imprisoned. I think he fled after seeing the chaos in the palace."
Flee?
That would most likely kill him.
Ying Zhi looked down at the blood on Emperor Ying Qian's chest, which was flowing like a trickle: "What a pity."
The reputation of plotting to usurp the throne is not good after all. He originally wanted to let the Taoist priest who knew the secrets of heaven help him, and publicize that the frequent natural disasters and wars were all due to Emperor Ying Qian's misconduct, and he was the real Ziwei Star Moving True Dragon Appearance. It should be in accordance with the will of heaven, so as to save the people from the water and fire and rebuild the country.
Emperor Ying Qian stared at Zhu Wei.
It was difficult to speak.
But he was angry.
"I! I trust you so much!"
Zhu Wei thought it was ridiculous: "Yang Changzheng served the emperor and never had two hearts. But he died, and no one in the Yang family survived thanks to you."
He said coldly: "This is the end of being trusted by the emperor."
He knew Yang Changzheng's character.
It was impossible for him to betray.
As for the witchcraft, Zhu Wei believed that it was Ying Yin's frame-up!
More than 30 black shadows were fighting fiercely outside the hall.
It was dark and difficult to watch. Lightning flashed across the sky again and again.
Swords were flying everywhere, palms were whistling, the two factions were fighting in a group, going straight for each other's vital points.
Well, Wei Zhao and Xiao Huaiyan were mixed in. Their figures were like ghosts, wandering in the cracks of the melee.
They didn't fight everyone. They
just took advantage of the dark sky and it was often difficult to recognize people, pretending to be the shadow of Ying Zhi faction, and sent the shadow of Ying Qiandi faction, who was obviously no match for them, to the last leg.
Wei Zhao also often helped the shadow of Ying Qiandi faction whose feet were off the ground to prevent him from falling.
Shadow: "Thank you."
What is there to thank.
I helped you to kill you.
Wei Zhao, who was picking up the leak, smiled, turned his wrist, and said politely: "Go to hell."
I don't know how long it has been, the thunder in the sky has become more and more intense, and the wind is like a demon.
"Second Prince!"
Finally, the movement fell silent.
The confidant rushed into the hall with blood, and half of the broken finger was still hanging on the armor. He knelt heavily on the ground, and the iron armor made a dull sound. There was a fanatical light in his eyes.
"It's done!"
Zhu Wei was overjoyed and knelt on the ground: "Please ask the new emperor to ascend the throne immediately."
Ying Zhi wiped the blood stains on his hands, and the corners of his mouth were about to rise.
"Bang!"
The door of the palace was kicked open heavily, and Ying Yin came with a blood-stained sword in his hand. Behind him, a large number of private soldiers holding torches poured in like a tide.
"Kill!"
"Fight the rebellion in accordance with the will of heaven, punish the traitors, and rectify the government!" It
was deafening. The momentum was
fierce.
Ying Yin looked at Emperor Ying Qian who was lying in a pool of blood, and turned to look at Ying Zhi whose face suddenly changed.
He pulled his lips and confirmed the crime with the attitude of a victor: "Your people will not last long."
He said coldly.
"Why don't you surrender! I can still keep your body intact!"
This momentum.
Indeed.
The outcome outside had already been decided. Ying Zhi's soldiers were already exhausted and one after another were chopped down by the sword.
Ying Zhi gritted his teeth and looked at the man who shouldn't be in the palace: "Ying Yin!"
Seeing this, many of his cronies became weak in the arms and legs.
When the fight outside was over, Ying Fuyan was helped inside. The two sides were in a stalemate. Ying Zhi's cronies protected him and retreated repeatedly, pointing knives at Ying Yin and others, trying to make a final struggle.
The black shadows wore the same clothes and stood scattered.
There were not many people.
After all, most of them were dead.
Ying Fuyan looked over.
One, two, three... five.
The fifth one seemed to be tired, with his head drooping, huddled in the corner, inconspicuous, with his eyebrows drooping.
Ying Fuyan:...
He is a very successful villain.
"Second prince."
Thinking of the large sum of money he had just extorted from Ying Yin not long ago, he decided to stand his last stand and smiled: "With our fifth prince here, can you sit firmly on the throne?"
Although Ying Yin couldn't sit firmly either.
Ying Yin ordered: "Killing the emperor and usurping the throne is a crime that cannot be punished! All soldiers listen to my order, kill without mercy."
"Yes!"
As soon as the voice fell.
His soldiers swarmed towards Ying Zhi and others. Many more entered the palace from outside, trying to strangle this group of traitors.
"Old Fifth."
Blood gushed out from between his fingers. Emperor Ying Qian curled up on the couch, making a hoarse sound in his throat, and Ying Yin's figure was reflected in his dilated pupils.
He raised his bloody hand tremblingly.
"Help..."
Ying Yin was in a good mood, and he walked to the emperor's couch.
"Father has shed a lot of blood."
He looked down at him.
"Why is he not dead yet!"
"If you don't die, how can your son ascend the throne naturally?"
As he said this, he was about to stab Emperor Ying Qian a few more times.
But his hand was grabbed by someone.
Wei Zhao grabbed him with one hand. It seemed that he didn't use much force, but he heard the sound of bones breaking.
He used his free hand to pull the black shadow suit off the dead man, revealing the armor underneath.
Ying Yin was sweating from the pain, but he could see the fear in the eyes of the newcomer.
"You--"
Wei Zhao said politely: "Leave it to me."
At the same time, half of the private soldiers fighting side by side inside and outside the hall suddenly raised their arms.
Crossbows, flying knives, and poison needles poured out like a rainstorm.
The distance was too close, and the unprepared soldiers on the side didn't even have time to be surprised, and they fell to the ground with blood in their throats and died .
Those were hidden weapons that only belonged to the Wei family army.
Among these people were the Wei family army, the Xiao family soldiers, and the forces cultivated by Ying Fuyan.
The situation suddenly reversed.
Ying Yin was sweating profusely.
When did these people sneak in silently?
He suddenly looked at Cao Bogong and Ying Fuyan.
Ying Fuyan was very weak, but he laughed heartily: "Stupid, you've been fooled!"
Cao Bogong: ...
Can't blame him, it was Ying Fuyan who made him cooperate step by step without anyone noticing.
Wei Zhao calmly threw Ying Yin to Xiao Huaiyan to kill.
Xiao Huaiyan: ... After killing Ying Zhi, he wants to kill Ying Yin.
He can never kill them all.
Wei Zhao took over the Broken Cloud Spear, and the sharp muzzle slid across the terrified Emperor Ying Qian, leaving a trail of blood.
Ying Fuyan looked coldly at the dying Emperor Ying Qian.
Emperor Ying Qian's vision was chaotic, and he was already dying. He stared at Ying Fuyan.
"You."
For some reason, he didn't feel it before, but now he always feels that this person is familiar.
Ying Fuyan is willing to let him be a ghost.
"The Prince of Yan is an upright gentleman. What treason? The unfounded charges are only to exterminate all the people in the Prince of Yan's mansion. The Princess of Yan died of hemorrhage, and the newborn child who was fed with blood did not survive for half a month."
"Have you forgotten the hundreds of lives of the Prince of Yan?"
Emperor Ying Qian's skinny body began to tremble: "You... who are you?"
Ying Fuyan spoke word by word with hatred and extreme sarcasm: "Uncle is really a noble man who forgets things easily."
Emperor Ying Qian's pupils trembled violently and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
As Ying Fuyan finished the last word, the Broken Cloud Spear, which had pierced the throats of countless foreign enemies and had accompanied Wei Zhao for many years, was a gift from his uncle. It
was nailed heavily into the emperor's brow. He twisted the spear shaft, and the tip of the spear made a cracking sound in the skull.
The thick brain matter fell down and mixed with the bright blood on the couch.
Emperor Ying Qian's eyes bulged, his body softened, and he was completely dead.
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