Dianxia Qingcheng

The horse galloped under the moonlight, passing the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood all the way, and stopped under the steps of the palace.

Pei Zheng got off his horse and pulled out a sword from the corpse next to him. He held it in his hand.

The lights in the palace were bright, bright as day, the door of the palace was wide open, and there was no one inside.

Pei Zheng stepped up the steps, blood was flowing down, and the soles of the black gold boots stepped on, one step at a time with blood-red footprints.

When I stood outside the gate of the hall, I saw that it was not that there was no one in the hall, but that all the ministers fell to the ground in a mess, bleeding and breathless.

There was a man sitting above the main seat, condescendingly looking down at the Quartet, and when he saw the people outside the palace gate, he suddenly laughed.

"Master Pei, why did you come here, tsk tsk tsk, it's a pity that I didn't see the last side of your colleagues."

Amule made a pity expression and shook his head again and again.

"What about people?" Pei Zheng spit out two words coldly, his eyebrows and eyes as sharp as knives.

Amule was puzzled, "Who? There are so many people lying here, why don't Mr. Pei find it by himself?"

A sword light suddenly hit Amule, he dodged and dodged, the golden carved dragon chair trembled violently twice.

"Just kidding, why should Master Pei be so angry?"

Amule gave a high five, and there was a commotion from the steps outside the hall.

"The person you're looking for is outside."

Pei Zheng turned around with his sword in hand.

I saw a pile of firewood in the huge open space in front of the palace, forming a circle, and the new emperor Qi Changfeng was tied to the wooden post in the circle.

Qi Changfeng's hair was messy, and his dragon robe was cut several times, all of which were bleeding. He was tied to a high ignition platform, facing the night wind and looking at Pei Zheng, Then shook his head.

Pei Zheng seemed to turn a blind eye.

He glanced around at the end of his eyes. This open space was full of barbarian soldiers, all in black clothes and armor, and the weapons in their hands, without exception, were aimed at him.

The sword in his hand only turned slightly, and numerous barbarian soldiers rushed up from all directions, directly surrounding him.

Pei Zheng squeezed the hilt of the sword and inhaled gently, all the internal forces in the body were mobilized together, forming a low air pressure that could not be ignored.

The wind came from nowhere, lingering beside Pei Zheng, and a strong sense of oppression was spreading from the black robe.

There are thousands of troops on the opposite side, but there are only _people_zhao on this shore.

"what-!"

I don't know which soldier roared first, then waved his knife and stepped forward.

Pei Zheng didn't blink, the sword flew into the air and stabbed towards the rear, directly piercing the soldier's throat.

He stretched out his hands, concentrated his strength, and lifted it upwards. The dozens of cold swords that had been inserted in a mess on the corpse suddenly flew up in unison and hung in the air, shimmering coldly in the moonlight.

Not only the numerous barbarian soldiers were surprised, even Amule stared at Pei Zheng's back and remained silent.

As the barbarian soldiers attacked together, those swords seemed to have souls, they quickly shuttled through the night, pierced through the bodies of several people in a row, and then suddenly pulled out, allowing the blood to splash around.

A small encirclement was formed around the dozens of swords, and they were fighting fiercely.

Pei Zheng also held one in his hand, and the sword flower cut each soldier's throat sharply and accurately.

He exuded an angry killing intent, as if he could tear all the people and things that approached to shreds.

Outside the palace, there seemed to be a rain of blood, soaking the steps of the jade slab.

Pei Zheng hit the steps from outside the temple gate, and then entered the depths of the enemy's queue.

Gradually, blood-red color rose in his eyes, and the neatly tied hair crown was all scattered, like a Rakshasa from hell, showing off evil charm and murderous aura.

Suddenly, a stinging pain came from the back of the shoulder, where there was a long blood cut.

Pei Zheng stopped for a moment, looked back at the soldier who cut him, and the sword in his hand slashed across his face.

Afterwards, more and more wounds appeared on his body, but every time he added a wound, his eyes would become scarlet and darker, and the madness of killing would increase.

It seems to be returning to the former dark guard camp, killing, bleeding, and endlessly wielding swords. Only by killing everyone on the opposite side can it be possible to survive.

The difference is that there was no one else behind Pei Zheng at the beginning, but only a dilapidated himself.

But now, he has a lot of people on his shoulders.

From the caravan that died in the desert to protect him and the villain, to the soldiers guarding the twelve frontier cities, from a whole foreign race drowned in the sea of ​​blood, to the city of Anli engulfed by fire, from Zhao Litang, Shen Huan, the little archer who blocked the arrows for him tonight, and the officials who are now in the palace

At this moment, he put everyone's lives on him, and the weight was so heavy that he could hardly breathe, so he could only keep killing, killing, killing

I don't know how long it lasted, but finally everything calmed down.

Pei Zheng stood directly below the ignition platform, and the swords had already fallen down, covered with uneven scratches.

Outside the entire palace, all are corpses, piled up like mountains, with blood flowing into rivers.

The elite troops of the entire barbarian tribe all died under the sword of Pei Zheng.

Amule was still standing above the palace, he never ordered the fire, maybe he didn't plan to give this order at all. After the cronies on the side hurriedly came to say something to him, Amule took a deep look at the huge palace, and followed his cronies and went straight out of the palace.

Outside the palace, for some unknown reason, all the barbarian soldiers suddenly began to retreat. Unlike their mighty invasion, when they retreated, they quietly stepped over the corpses and then exited the city. door to go.

Pei Zheng stepped forward, raised his sword and slashed the rope that bound Qi Changfeng, and Qi Changfeng's body fell limply. He was not killed, but was knocked unconscious by the barbarian soldiers, and he was still awake. Just come.

Pei Zheng slowly closed his eyes and wanted to get off the ignition platform, but he suddenly became unstable and almost fell.

Suddenly, he felt the pain coming from his chest, so he looked down at the bleak moonlight, and he didn't know when there was a blood hole in his chest, and blood was still flowing out all the time.

It seems that blood has been flowing since just now, because the entire left half of his robe has been soaked with blood.

Pei Zheng twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled, he could feel that his body's internal strength had all dissipated, and his strength was being drawn away little by little.

In this palace illuminated by the bright moonlight, he is the only one at this moment, and the empty and numb death.

Finally, all dead

Finally, kill them all

Finally, in the whole city, he is the only one left.

Suddenly, Pei Zheng's breath became hot and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood fountain on his chest seemed to be almost drained.

If the blood really drained, it would mean he was going to die.

If it was in the past, Pei Zheng was not afraid of death, he was not afraid of anything, so he could live so recklessly.

But now, he doesn't want to die, and he's not willing to die.

The eyes gradually became blurred, Pei Zheng looked at the palace gate in the distance, and felt that there seemed to be a bright light at the palace gate, running in his direction.

The light is getting closer and closer

No, I can't hold on anymore, I don't even have the strength to stand

The sound of "banging" was the sound of the sword falling to the ground, and then Pei Zheng's body also knelt forward.

At the same time, the group of light finally came to him, slammed into his arms, hugged his leaning forward body, and slowly knelt down with him.

His head seemed to be leaning on something soft and warm, and there was a faint sweet smell.

A loud trembling voice came from his ear.

"Brother Pei"

Oh, it wasn't a ray of light, it was his little man riding his horse at him.

But, didn't he send him out of the city? How did it come back?

"Brother Pei, don't you sleep, okay? Open your eyes and see if I'm okay"

With a trembling voice of pleading, Qi Changyi tried his best to support Pei Zheng's body, preventing him from falling to the cold ground, but why did the breath buried in his neck become weaker and weaker.

"heart"

"Brother Pei, please stop talking, you are bleeding, a lot of blood, I'll wipe it off for you first, okay?"

Qi Changyi's eyes were red, and he hurriedly used his small hand to block the blood hole in his chest for Pei Zheng. He didn't cry or shed tears, because he knew that Brother Pei didn't want to see him cry.

However, the blood couldn't be stopped, except for the chest, there were other places bleeding, the shoulders, the waist, the arms, the backs of the hands.

"I'll wipe it clean for you, just, it's fine"

The tears in Qi Changyi's eyes accumulated more and more, drop by drop into his robes like a flood that burst a dike.

Pei Zheng took a breath and slowly raised his hand, blocking the villain's eyes, he said softly, "My dear, don't be afraid and don't look at it.

don't look"

The eyes under the palm of the hand closed obediently, but the tears kept pouring out of the eyes.

"Is your hand dirty? I'll give it to you, wipe it"

Pei Zheng held the small hand attached to his chest, and rubbed the blood on the back of his hand, but there was even more blood on the back of his hand, which could not be wiped clean no matter what.

Qi Changyi couldn't help crying, and hugged Pei Zheng tightly, shaking uncontrollably.

He had a feeling that he seemed to be about to lose Brother Pei.