God-level Selection System

Chapter 637: True and False Emperor

"what happened!"

On the night of the decisive battle, looking at the people from the rivers and lakes that Lu continued to bring to the palace with satin, Ouchi commander Wei Ziyun also looked at the instigator of all this.

Lu Xiaofeng!

"This... Commander Wei, I, Lu Xiaofeng, swear by my four eyebrows that I definitely didn't do it... I obviously only sent out the ribbon as you said. As for why this is the case, I don't know. situation."

The latter was also an innocent look. Before Wei Ziyun poured his anger on him, he quickly said: "Besides, you said that this silk is a tribute to the Western Regions and is unique to the palace. After getting the ribbon, how can you imitate exactly the same ribbon that even your commander Wei Da has concealed?"

"This……"

Wei Ziyun was dumb.

In any case, once things go wrong or something goes wrong, as the leader of Ouchi, he cannot escape a crime of oversight.

"Forget it, it's done... But if there is something wrong, you can't escape Lu Xiaofeng!"

After staring at Lu Xiaofeng a few times, Wei Ziyun spoke.

In response, Lu Xiaofeng also nodded.

"Okay, Lu Xiaofeng was born not afraid of getting involved."

As the people of the arena in the imperial palace gathered more and more, after Wei Ziyun scolded Lu Xiaofeng in secret, he had to mobilize most of the internal guards here to prevent these people from causing trouble. What's causing trouble in the palace.

"City Lord Baiyun is here!"

I don't know who said suddenly.

And under the moonlight, a figure in white has appeared, fluttering, like a wind, with a high degree of lightness, and it is not under the "King of Thieves" Sikong to win the stars.

As for Ximen Chuuxue, he did not know when he had already appeared on the top of the Forbidden City.

The so-called top of the Forbidden City is the highest place in the Forbidden City, and here is also the center of the imperial city, the Palace of Supreme Harmony!

In the moonlight, Ye Gucheng's face was completely bloodless.

Although Ximen Chuuxue's face was also pale, he was still a little angry.

Both of them were white like snow, spotlessly clean, with no expression on their faces.

At this moment, their people have become like their swords, cold and sharp, and completely devoid of human emotions.

The two stared at each other, their eyes shining.

Everyone is far away from them. Although their swords haven't been out of the sheath, the sword aura is shocking.

This fierce sword aura was originally issued by themselves.

What was terrible was also their own person, not the sword in their hands.

Ye Gucheng suddenly said, "Don't come here without problems for many years?"

Ximen Chuuxue said: "Duomeng is complete, luckily well."

Ye Gucheng said: "Why do you need to mention the old things again? In today's battle, you and I must each do our best."

Ximen Chuuxue said: "Yes."

Ye Gucheng said: "Very good."

His voice already seemed short of breath, and after two sentences, he seemed to be breathing.

Ximen Chuuxue was still expressionless. If he didn't see it, he raised the sword in his hand and said coldly: "This sword is a weapon in the world, with a blade of three feet and seven inches, and a net weight of seven catties and 13 taels."

Ye Gucheng said, "Good sword."

Ximen Chuuxue said: "It is indeed a good sword."

Ye Gucheng also raised the sword in his hand and said: "This sword is an elite of overseas cold swords. It has blown hair and broken hair. The sword has a blade of three feet three and a net weight of six catties and four taels."

Although the two swords have been raised, they are still not out of the sheath.

The action of drawing the sword is actually an indispensable part of the sword.

The two are obviously competing.

Ximen Chuuxue held the scabbard in his left hand, and dropped his right hand to his knees. The whole person looked more like a sword that had been out of the scabbard, cold, sharp, and sharp.

"and many more……"

Suddenly seeing Ximen Chuuxue speak, it was beyond everyone's expectations.

"Wait? How long will it take?"

"Wait until the wound stops bleeding."

"Who is hurt and who is bleeding?"

"you."

Although the dialogue between the two is simple, it is confusing.

until……

But I saw Ye Gucheng's body swaying slightly, and on the snow-white clothes, large groups of blood stains scattered, like patches of peonies in full bloom.

Ximen Chuuxue sneered.

"Although my sword is a murder weapon, it never kills anyone who wants to die."

As a swordsman, he naturally has his own pride.

In the eyes of Ximen Chuuxue, Ye Gucheng at the moment was not worth his own shot.

suddenly.

A figure went straight to the top of the Forbidden City.

With both hands flying, a cloud of arsenopyrite was withdrawn.

This is the soul chasing sand that the Tang family sees blood-sealed throat, and when it is closer, its power is far more terrifying than poison.

Most people in the world know that as long as one shot of this kind of arsenopyrite hits the face, half of the face must be cut off, and if one hits the hand, one hand must be chopped off.

And the arsenopyrite in Ye Gucheng's body is uncountable!

"He is not Ye Gucheng!"

Seeing Ye Gucheng's corpse fell to the ground from the top of the Forbidden City.

A figure also came to the front first, and struck Ye Gucheng's face forcefully, and a layer of skin was torn off by him, but it was an extremely delicately made human skin mask.

However, the person under the mask has long lost his breath.

"Successful!"

…………

At the same time, another place in the palace.

The little emperor Zhu Houzhao was also awakened from his sleep, and the moonlight was shining in from the window, shining on the green veil in front of the bed.

However, there was a figure in the house.

In an instant.

Zhu Houzhao was completely awake.

"who?"

"Minion Wang An, serve the emperor with tea."

The speaker is the confidant Wang An next to the emperor, who has served in the palace for many years and is trusted by the emperor.

Thanks to this, the emperor did not scold anything, but said lightly.

"Get out."

"Minion bravely, I beg your Majesty to see someone."

However, Wang An didn't mean to leave, but said lightly.

As his confidant and the **** in the palace, Wang An's move is enough to be considered a transgression...

Suddenly.

Zhu Houzhao's face was as deep as water, and his face was gloomy and a little ugly.

"Who is it?"

A very brave young man, wearing a bright yellow robe, the leader Ju Shiqing piece of gold, embroidered gold Nine Dragons, column twelve chapters, with five-color clouds, the front and the back of the dragon are each -, left and right and cross. One dragon on the front and one dragon on the right side. The bottom eight-treasure standing water skirt is open on the left.

This is the emperor's court dress.

The emperor is unique, the son of heaven, above all people.

Never allow anyone to overcharge their credits!

However, the young man in front of him looked exactly like Zhu Houzhao, as if looking in a mirror.

"This is the elder son of the Southern Prince, and his majesty's direct cousin."

Taking a deep look at the Southern Prince in front of him, Zhu Houzhao also became extra calm at this moment, and said solemnly.

"You were transferred to Beijing?"