Chapter 361 The whole city is full of murder

"Since it is a matter of the Song Dynasty, is your monk here all the tyrans, Master Wuxing?"

In the night, the old voice came. Before long, I saw the king of the State of Qi in a cyan robe and came out more and more.

By his side, followed by Wei Zhuang in white hair and white clothes.

"Wang Pu, Wei Zhuang, are you two going to be with these traitors?"

Seeing these two people, Zhao Guangyi's anger rose again. They had the most secret human horse in their hands, which was his sharp blade to govern the world.

But now, these two knives pointed at him.

How to make Zhao Guangyi hold back this breath? He immediately waved his sleeves and roared, "Come on, take down these two rebels!"

When the words fell, the imperial army over there rushed forward with a long sword. Wang Pu was not afraid. He looked at Weizhuang with a smile and whispered, "I didn't expect that after so many years, I could still work with the little master. It's really a blessing for the old minister."

He said this very lightly, and with the sound of the armor friction of the forbidden army rushing forward, no one can hear it, but Wei Zhuang on the side is really real, and there are some strange things on his face, which has always been calm and calm.

There was no response or a no head. Wei Zhuang's clothes suddenly became windless. The soldiers who had not yet leaned up immediately seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer and screamed and flew aside.

Without looking at the frightened eyes around him, Wei Zhuang took a few steps forward, holding a dagger with cold light on one side and a golden token with a dragon in the other.

It's just that this token seems to be only half.

When he took out this token, Wang Pu also took out a similar one from his arms, but the secret net on his gold medal was like half of a shield, and on the back was the same flying dragon.

The two gold medals are combined into one. The two dragons roar proudly, and the dagger falls on the secret net, just like 'streamsand' and 'net' as the shield.

"The imperial edict of the former emperor, 'flow sand' and 'the net' cannot come out on the same day. If the two appear together, you should know how to deal with it."

Under the cold voice, when everyone didn't know why, the formation in the forbidden army in the distance changed again. Countless people began to fight behind Wei Zhuang and Wang Pu. Even the usually inconspicuous eunuchs in the Zichen Hall behind them didn't know where to find a bright dagger.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Guangyi's face changed greatly. He really didn't expect that the artifact he had mastered for several years could bite him back.

What surprised him was that Zhao Kuangyin, who was very wary of his subordinates, put so many eyeliners in the soldiers guarding the palace, and even handed these people to outsiders.

It seems that he is still not as good as others and has lost a step.

Although his heart was as cold as falling into the ice cellar, how could Zhao Guangyi bow down like this? He was the emperor of the Song Dynasty. Even Zhao Kuangyin could not ascend to the throne without him.

So no one is more suitable to be the master of the Song Dynasty than him.

No one.

In anger, Zhao Guangyi pulled out the long sword of the bodyguard beside him, "It's just some troubles and thieves. Let me kill you today!"

Wei Zhuang and Wang Pu appeared, and the situation changed again, but Zhao Tingmei did not have soldiers and horses in her hands. Naturally, she was no longer the object of attention of tens of thousands of people before. Under the protection of a group of guards, she hid to the palace not far away.

But how could Zhao Guangyi let him go? He danced his sword and killed Zhao Tingmei. At this time, how could there be brotherhood?

Under such a fight, Yang Yanzhao did not move. He held a long sword. In addition to stabbing and killing his soldiers, he no longer killed him, but stared at the Zhao Guangyi brothers.

If both of them had died here, what a wonderful thing it would be.

Therefore, Yang Yanzhao is waiting for the opportunity. As for the enlightenment of Buddhism, Wei Zhuang has dealt with it, and it is difficult to protect himself. What does the rest of the chaos and killing have to do with him?

Inside the palace, knives and axes are facing each other, outside the palace, swords and shadows.

Zhao Yuanxi stood on a high-headed horse in a dragon suit. Behind him were hundreds of royal generals. Not far away, there were more than a hundred other people, all of whom were masked in black and murderous.

This is 'Chengyou'.

Another secret organization in the Song Dynasty, built in Zhao Guangyi, is now under the control of Zhao Yuanyi.

At night, the long streets are empty, and the sound of horses' hoofs is particularly crisp.

"Report to the prince, there is a message in the palace that the forbidden army has surrounded the rebels, and I think it will soon die without a place to be buried."

When the soldier came, he happened to see Zhao Guangyi's victory, so when he said this, a trace of coldness flashed in Zhao Yuanxi's narrow eyes.

Uncle Qin, how can you be so incompetent? If you lose both sides with the one in the palace, how good it would be!

But even so, there is still an opportunity. As long as he kills the bereaved son and the one in Linhua Hall, he can still be the emperor.

Missing this, Zhao Yuanxi's fat face flashed fiercely and exhaled a trusted person around him. After hearing his instructions, although he was frightened, he still led the royal soldiers to the imperial city in a hurry.

It's time to kill the guy who gives everyone a headache.

His hand suddenly pulled the reins, and the dark horse hissed and galloped towards the Yanwang Mansion. He was waiting for a few streets, but he saw several figures walking forward in a hurry.

"Your Majesty, that seems to be Yang Jing's subordinate."

In 'Chengyou', a person whispered that he had closely monitored Yang Yanzhao, but he also knew Xiao Muchun, so he whispered.

Hearing the words, Zhao Yuanxi raised the corners of his mouth, showing a trace of bloodthirsty. Yang Jing was a traitor, and his subordinates were naturally remnants. What's more, they were now heading to the Yan Palace. It was because they were dozed and someone sent a pillow, which was really happy.

Without saying much, Zhao Yuanxi snorted coldly and spit out a word directly, "Kill!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw about a dozen people in black chasing after him. The sound of horses' hoofs made the night tremble. Xiao Muchun and others who were running fast in front of them also noticed it.

"Third brother and fourth brother, you go first with the exhaust wind, and be sure to hand over the things to the prince!"

Xiao Muchun roared in a low voice and took out the thorn from his arms. Jiao Zan grasped the iron gun, his legs were strong, and stood proudly on the street stone.

"Big brother, second brother, take care and don't fall in love!"

Cui Ping pulled Meng Liang, who wanted to kill the enemy, and the two hugged the exhaust wind and rushed ahead.

The first batch of people in black have already played with Xiao Muchun and Jiao Zan. When Zhao Yuanyi saw the three people leaving, he immediately waved his hand, "Go to the two teams!"

The man in black, who had long been unbearable, rushed forward. Even if Xiao Muchun and Jiao Zan wanted to stop him, the people in black who fought in front of him were all brave people who had experienced hundreds of battles. They were not easy to get rid of. They could only watch these dozens of riders chasing them.

"Fourth brother, you take the wind girl first. I'll block it!"

Meng Liang folded his body and pulled up the gourd around his waist. Soon, under the strong smell of sulfur, a gorgeous flame rose, and the frightened horse ran around, temporarily transforming the offensive of the man in black.

Taking this opportunity, Meng Liang pulled out the big axe behind him and roared at the man in black to kill him. For a moment, wherever the big axe went, it was flesh and blood.

"Waste!"

On the horse's back, Zhao Yuanyi patted his hand on the saddle. He really didn't expect that these few people alone would be so difficult to deal with. His little eyes stared angrily, "All to me, kill them!"

The roar of horses' hoofs sounded again, and hundreds of people in black rushed to Xiao Muchun and others like a tide. Even Cui Ping and the exhaust wind could not resist the fast-running horse, and they were quickly surrounded.

Although Xiao Muchun and others are extraordinary, in the face of 'Chengyou', who is also good at fighting, they obviously don't have much advantage, not to mention that the number of the other party is far above them.

The longer it drags down, the more dangerous it will be.

At this moment, life and death have long been away from them, and the only thing they worry about is that they will miss the big thing.

It was difficult to block the attack of more than ten people. Xiao Muchun looked back. Everyone else was too busy and immediately took out the short crossbow from his arms.

"Woth!"

A dozen iron arrows flew out in an instant. The man in black in front of Xiao Muchun couldn't dodge and screamed and fell to the ground and died. With this effort, he quickly leaned towards the exhaust wind.

"You must protect the exhaust air and escape!"

With a low roar, Jiao Zan and Meng Liang both understood what it meant. While resisting the attack of the man in black, they struggled to move towards the exhaust wind.

"Bang!"

Qingluan swirled in the air and attacked the enemy trickily. Although the exhaust wind had the cultivation of practicing qi, the man in black was well shudged in fighting and surrounded her firmly like a maggot of the tarsal bone.

"Give someone a death!"

Meng Liang roared, and the big axe cut down the man in black in front of him. The war horse ran forward in shock and happened to be in front of Xiao Muchun. He saw a dagger force the enemy to retreat, jumped on the horse and put the dagger on the back of the horse.

"Hss!"

The painful horse ran wildly and knocked away all the people in black in the way. Xiao Muchun roared at the exhaust wind, "Go on the horse!"

He did not dare to slack off at all. The exhaust wind waved Qingluan, wrapped Xiao Muchun's arm, and flew on the horse.

"Get out of here!"

Handing over the reins to the exhaust wind, Xiao Muchun jumped off the horse and rushed to the man in black behind him.

I understand that the situation is critical, and I can't think much about the exhaust. My legs are clamped on the horse's stomach, and Qingluan beats the horse's back and wants to get out of here quickly.

"Catch that little girl!"

Xiao Muchun and others tried their best to help the exhaust wind leave. Zhao Yuanxi, who was watching the battle, naturally understood, and there must be a mystery in it.

After saying this sentence, he saw him flying up, tiptoe to the ground, and quickly towards the exhaust wind.

He is actually a master of imperial spirit!

"Leave it to me!"

Reaching out and grabbing the Qingluan thrown by the exhaust wind. Zhao Yuanxi wrapped it around his arm and pulled the exhaust exhaust air away again.

"Dead!"

The knee was against the vented lower abdomen, and then kicked it fiercely.

The gap in the realm, the exhaust wind naturally can't be avoided. It can only spit blood. The thin body bones are like a broken paper kite, falling on the cold bluestone road.

"Exhaust the wind!"

"Wind girl!"

Seeing that the exhaust wind fell to the ground and there was no movement, Xiao Muchun and others all opened their eyes angrily and their murderous spirit rose sharply. However, there were too many black people, not only could they avenge the exhaust wind, but also in a series of crises.

"Isn't the prince too pushy!"

Suddenly, a low voice sounded, and countless armored men appeared around the street again. The leader, dressed in a cyan gown, was Zhao Pumensheng and Shangguan Yun.