Chapter 43: Bloody Imperial City

Han Ling and Chen Rufeng walked on the road to the imperial city, with their own minds.

Chen Rufeng didn't seem to be able to get out of what happened just now. Fan Yuyun's words and his dying voice and sad eyes have been lingering in his mind.

Tianlian, Sakde and Fan Yuyun are all murderers.

It seems to be a word that can never be erased, gnawing at Chen Rufeng's heart and making him slightly painful.

From the beginning when he stepped into Tianzhu, he never thought that the people around him who could be trusted were now completely different.

It was far from what he could imagine.

It was not what he expected at all.

He looked up at the towering palace, where the source of all misfortunes was, and he was going to end everything now. How many people have been destroyed by the heinous Infan religion? How many tragedies have been made?

He unconsciously clenched his fist and stared at the pumpkin-shaped roof of the palace. The ultimate purpose of Yinfanism was to make 100,000 people in Qunu City call the living sacrifice of Jiaye Tianzhen and complete the shocking evil skills.

I don't think they can succeed! Chen Rufeng said firmly in his heart, and his footsteps unconsciously became firm. Every step was very powerful, and his eyes also shone with sharp light.

Han Ling lowered his head thoughtfully and his eyes were full of light.

No one can guess the thoughts in the heart of this young hermit.

As if it was just for a moment, the gate of the imperial city was close in front of him. However, just as the two gradually approached, the gate opened, and Crew ran out in a hurry and saw the two of them rejoiced: "Have you finally appeared? Your Majesty is looking for you everywhere! He said that he had found the person who killed the envoy, come with me!"

Both of them were surprised. Could it be that Pratt had woken up and found that Kuka was Halpa, the leader of the Infan religion, and he had found all the evidence about Kuka?

Kru took the lead in entering the imperial city. The two followed in surprise and walked in. The door of the imperial city behind him slowly closed.

In the hall with insufficient light, the ministers looked solemn, as if something big had just happened, so that everyone had to wait. On the throne, Pratt sat upright without Kuka, which made their tense hearts slightly relaxed. However, the strange and even hostile eyes of the ministers around them made them feel something wrong.

Parat no longer had the previous decadent and depressed appearance. He looked indifferent, his eyes were full of majesty, and he quietly stared at the two people who came.

"Get up!" After the two saluted, Pratt said lightly that Han Ling's eyes fell on his face and never left.

"I heard that His Majesty has found the murderer of our Tang envoy. I don't know if it's true?" Han Ling asked, and Pratt bent the corners of his mouth and nodded.

"Yes."

"So, who is the murderer?" Han Ling's eyes condensed, and he was actually alert. He held it away. Chen Rufeng looked at him in surprise and didn't know why he had such a reaction.

Palath sneered.

"The murderer is...you..."

Han Ling smiled, while Chen Rufeng's face changed greatly and said, "Hey! Your Majesty! What are you talking about! The murderer is obviously..."

A hand stretched out to stop him from continuing. Han Ling's face did not change and smiled, "It's useless to say anything to him. He wants to blame us."

"You want to destroy our relationship with the Tang Dynasty... As for the purpose, I'm afraid you won't say anything." Pratt's hands clenched the two handles on the throne, and his body leaned forward slightly. The ministers around him took a step back one after another, and the sound of neat landing sounded in the palace. The ministers took a step back and let the archers who fell from the sky squat on the ground, with their bows on the ground, and the strings were tense and arrows ready to go.

The whole palace suddenly fell into a heavy murder, ready-to-go arrows, staring coldly at the two Middle-earth people in the hall.

"We can't say it at all, and you can't say it either." Han Ling sneered and swept away the archers surrounding him without fear, showing a trace of disdain in the corners of his eyebrows.

Parat sat on the throne with a murderous light in his eyes and said, "You two, don't expect to leave here alive today."

"I'll count to three, leave here immediately, and use errave work!" Han Ling's thoughts spread to Chen Rufeng's ears, and Chen Rufeng suddenly woke up and nodded slightly.

"Well, let's see if Your Majesty has this ability." Han Ling put his hands behind him and seemed to turn a blind eye to the arrows on the strings around him.

"Three!" Han Ling suddenly shouted, turned into a disease and flew back. At the same time, Chen Rufeng suddenly turned his true qi, and the green air surrounded him, and quickly swept back against the strong wind. The archer standing behind him with a bow did not have a chance to react for a moment. He was knocked over by an electric wind, revealing a gap, and the two of them escape.

Palat, sitting on the throne, bent the corners of his mouth.

The sound of killing came from the palace full of Buddha paintings. Many armored soldiers with long swords came to kill. Han Ling raised his hand and stopped Chen Rufeng's momentum. The two stood in the four-si jiao garden between the two palaces and could not advance or retreat.

"above!" Han Ling said that Chen Rufeng immediately met. The two of them swept up together with a bang. The bricks on the top fell everywhere, and two big holes appeared on the top of the corridor.

The two were in the air. Han Ling looked around and floated forward. Chen Rufeng followed closely, and the tower of the palace flashed behind them. The two quickly came to the front of the palace. The wall of the imperial city not far away loomed in the pale yellow fog.

However, it is still unknown whether it can reach that wall.

Because, at the feet of the two, hundreds of elephant soldiers, as well as thousands of archers and cavalry, are arraying in that empty place, like howling the sky, and powerful elephant noses stretching out to the sky, as if yelling at the sky.

When Chen Rufeng saw this scene, his heart was shocked.

"What should I do? Do you want to rush?" Chen Rufeng turned his head and asked in a panic. Han Ling also stared at the huge army on the ground in surprise. It seemed that the idea of being able to turn was shocked by them.

"It's amazing that so many troops have been mobilized to encircle and suppress us." Han Ling muttered, and his hand unconsciously touched the cloud-piercing arrow that had been hidden in his arms for a long time.

An arrow through the clouds, thousands of troops came to meet.

Perhaps only this arrow can turn the world around. Otherwise, how can the two of them compete with this tens of thousands of troops alone?

Han Ling looked at the shield soldiers who built shields on the bridge, and his eyes condensed.

"Try it." Han Ling put down his hand from his arms, raised all the true qi, and jumped down like a divine bird falling from the sky, to bring a strong storm to the people on the ground.

Chen Rufeng bit his lip, kicked up, and rushed down with Han Ling.

The two of them seemed to jump into the dense pile of ants on the ground. However, those ants became bigger and bigger in their eyes and finally saw them clearly.

The powerful arrow cracked in the air and attempted to shoot the two people in mid-air.

Han Ling's palms were lined up, and the two palms were as powerful as giant birds spreading their wings, sweeping away those arrows one by one. However, the arrow waves did not stop, and the arrows all over the sky soared from the ground, as if they had built an arrow bridge in the air and pressed directly to the two people. Chen Rufeng waved his fist in mid-air and hit the continuous arrows. Seeing that the two were about to fall to the ground, the cavalry galloped one after another and drove away in the direction where they landed.

"Regress!" Han Ling shouted to Chen Rufeng in mid-air. The two hurriedly changed their breath and flew up again, but the speed had obviously slowed down, and there was no chance to breathe again.

The war elephant also stepped up its horrible hooves that broke through the ground and ran five feet to the two of them.

When the arrow rain came again, the two had to put their backs against the wall of the palace and hurriedly resist the oncoming arrows. Arrows were inserted into the wall and surrounded them. The two stepped on the arrows and barely stabilized their bodies.

It seems that the arrows have been almost consumed, and there is no dense rain of arrows coming to the sky. Both of them gasped and looked at the thunderous army on the ground. There was nothing they could do.

"So, we can't get through!" Chen Rufeng said breathlessly. When he finished speaking, the arrows he stepped on under his feet suddenly broke, and his whole body fell weakly. Han Ling's eyes were shocked and stretched out his hand to pull him, but he couldn't even touch his feet.

Looking at the figure falling down like fallen leaves on the tree, the soldiers on the ground made a shaking cry, as if a group of hungry wolves were looking at the prey that was about to fall on their mouths.

A bright light came out of Chen Rufeng's hand and was fiercely embedded in the wall of the palace, barely making him stop the momentum of falling. His cold sweat on his face couldn't help sliding down, holding the handle of the dagger, looking at the tiger-like elephant nose and cavalry under his feet, and his heart was cold.

This dagger was entrusted to him by the accompanying soldiers that day. Today, it actually saved his life. It seems that karma is reasonable.

Chen Rufeng secretly adjusted his breath and tried to recover as soon as possible.

Seeing that Chen Rufeng had escaped the danger, Han Ling held the arrow around his body and shouted at Chen Rufeng below: "Come up! Let's return to the palace!"

Chen Rufeng stepped on the dagger with a half-spin, independent with one foot, and then shot up his body like an arrow. At the same time, Han Ling suddenly pulled the arrow down and swept up. At the same time, the two stood back on the pumpkin-shaped tower of the palace, went to the original road and went back into the palace.

They crossed the four-cornered garden and didn't know which palace they came to.

"Let's adjust the breath here now." Han Ling said that in fact, this is also a helpless way. We can only take advantage of this gap to take good care of the true energy that has just been consumed in a slightly safer place here, and by the way, to find a way to escape from the imperial city.

The two meditated together and closed their eyes.

I didn't expect that ghost-like figures had come around them, like silent ghosts, standing silently like suspended towers in mid-air.

It's the same scene he saw when Chen Rufeng held Sax's body and fled with his head in his arms.

Chen Rufeng felt it, suddenly opened his eyes, looked around, and screamed, "Yinfan religion!"

When the two were wary of preparing to fight, the killers of the Yinfan religion had the upper hand. A sense of murderous real power surged from all directions and enveloped the two.

Chen Rufeng immediately stood up and punched the storm, intertwined into a wind net, resisting the sudden attack.

After a little delay, Han Ling immediately reacted. Although Zhenqi had not fully recovered, such a battle was inevitable.

The killers in black showed their weapons and killed them.

Han Ling's palms trembled and shocked the mountains. He only slowed down the momentum of these black killers and still couldn't stop them from approaching.

And Chen Rufeng has already been surrounded by five or six killers and fought hard.

There are as many as ten people surrounding Hanling. It seems that they have known the power of Hanling before and dare not underestimate it.

With one paw and one foot, he knocked away the falling blades, but Han Ling took a step back angrily. The ten people were really too tricky for him who had not fully recovered.

When those killers in black looked at Han Ling's face, they immediately guessed his situation and quickly took off their heads full of power. This wave of attacks was stronger than any previous attack. It seemed that everyone tried their best to kill Han Ling in this attack.

In the face of fierce attacks, Han Ling had to avoid as much as possible and constantly urge their palm strength to offset their attacks. With his superb body, he avoided many deadly attacks, but inevitably fell a knife wound on his chest. He had to exert his feet and stepped heavily in the air, as if even the air had been blown by him. This foot was crushed, and a circle of energy came from the air, shaking the ten killers in black a few steps back.

Chen Rufeng saw Han Ling covering the blood dripping wound, and knew that if he continued to fight, it was just the end of a hard battle. He quickly turned into a wind shadow, picked up Han Ling, and rushed to the rear of the imperial city. The group of black killers chased after him. Unfortunately, Chen Rufeng had just been exhausted. He also did such a long-term erratic work. It can't last long.

Just as Chen Rufeng was about to be exhausted, a sword light suddenly flashed in the sky, stopping the people in black behind him. Chen Rufeng looked up. Crew appeared in mid-air, holding a cold sword in his hand, and the sword pointed at the people in black with deterrentance.

The people in black were not afraid at all. They all flashed up and rushed to the sudden hindrance.

The sword was shining, like the arc and moon in the sky, and the people in black were forced to return to their original positions. Crewe roared at the two people behind him: "Let's go! I'll control them!"

Chen Rufeng did not dare to neglect. He picked up Han Ling with one hand and continued to fly to the back of the imperial city, intending to escape from the back end of the imperial city.

Finally, with a glimmer of hope, the two finally came to a path behind the imperial city, and at the end of the path was a wall as high as five feet.

Behind him, a figure roared, and Crewe's feet landed. It seemed that he had successfully got rid of those killers in black. Looking at Han Ling's injured appearance, he quickly stepped forward, pulled off a piece of cloth and wrapped Han Ling's chest.

"Thank you." Han Ling's voice was not very stable and looked at Kru gratefully.

After tying a knot, Crewe took a step back and looked at the two blankly.

That look is a little strange.

"You don't have to go." Crew looked at the unattainable wall and said, but Chen Rufeng shook his head confidently.

"It's not difficult for me to be at such a height."

"It's not this." Kru's face actually showed a chilly smile.

The ghost-like man in black stood on the top of their heads again. Chen Rufeng looked around in horror, which was a dense encirclement net.

"You betrayed us?" Chen Rufeng said in disbelief.

Han Ling raised his head, stared at Kru and said, "He is notke lu."

The Crew in front of them laughed wildly and pulled off the mask on his face with one hand, revealing his original face.

Kuka looked up to the sky and smiled arrogantly.

Han Ling suddenly pressed his hand to his chest and his face changed dramatically.

Kuka slowly took out the bamboo tube he had just stolen from his arms and shook it in front of them. His eyes seemed to say what can you do with me?

Gently pressed the mechanism on the bamboo tube, and a white light flew high above like a glowing stone. There was a long smoke tail in the sky. It was not until it reached the highest point that it burst and turned into a dazzling white flower.

No one thinks it is beautiful at all, but it is a little creepy, as if it is composed of human white bones.