Hidden Blade

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shoots into the Weiyang palace through the gap of the palace gate, the eyes of Yuwen Nanjing, who had been sleeping for a whole night, suddenly opened.

Meanwhile, Zhao Xingyu, who had been standing on the side of Yuwen Nanjing for a whole night, seemed to feel something at this time. He glanced at Yuwen Nanjing, and then he was shocked to see the direction of the gate of Weiyang hall.

Dang! Dang!

At that time, the sound of heavy armor collision came from outside the palace gate, accompanied by dense and rapid footsteps. It is not difficult for Zhao Xingyu to know that there are many people coming towards here at the moment.

Zhao Xingyu's face became a little ugly. Although he knew that this moment would come sooner or later, when he really came, Zhao Xingyu was still a little gloomy.

"Your Majesty..." he looked at the south view of Yuwen on his side and called in his mouth.

"Go ahead." But after the words have not been exported, Yuwen Nanjing's voice will interrupt his words.

The early morning sun shines on the side face of Yuwen Nanjing. The woman in a Dahuang Dragon Robe looks cold and cold. Even at this moment, she has not shown half a minute of panic.

Zhao Xingyu frowned. He didn't like the south view of Yuwen at the moment, so he didn't hold back the words hidden in his heart for a long time.

"He won't come..."

"huh?" Yuwen Nanjing's cold face has a change, but such a change is fleeting. She squinted at Zhao Xingyu and asked, "so what?"

Zhao Xingyu's body was shocked. He seldom disobeyed his uncle's meaning. This time, he did make such preparations. As long as Yuwen Nanjing was willing to say that she needed him, he would not hesitate to take 8000 forbidden troops to fight against his uncle who was already an immortal.

But Yuwen Nanjing didn't say a word like this from the beginning to the end. She seemed to be waiting for the arrival of that person...

Zhao Xingyu once thought that Yuwen Nanjing's expectation was just her obsession. As long as she could stop this thought, maybe she would change. But until then, until Yuwen Nanjing's "so what" sounded in his ear, the other side I just woke up.

In fact, she always knew that Xu Han would not come. After all, according to the news from the summer, Xu Han still appeared in henghuang city a month ago. Unless he became an immortal, it would be fantastic to want to come to Chang'an from henghuang city within a month. The reason why she didn't ask him for help was that in her heart, he was always a member of Mr. Lu.

It is they who have harmed Xu Han, so she will not ask for help...

this logic is far fetched, but Zhao Xingyu, who has been around Yuwen Nanjing for more than a year, knows that in her heart, she really thinks so. He understood that even if he was loyal for more than a year, he went through fire and water, not only could he not compare with Xu Han, but also had never changed his position in the bottom of Yuwen Nanjing's heart. She always regarded him as an enemy, an enemy that could be used, and that was all.

Resentment or jealousy, a strange emotion stirred in Zhao Xingyu's chest. His hand suddenly stretched out and cried out: "the guards listen to the order!"

The sound of Zhongqi rang out and reverberated in Weiyang hall.

"My subordinates are here!" At that moment, the guards, who had also been waiting outside the hall for a night, responded in a loud voice.

"If the tyrant is not virtuous, we should obey the will of the people and open the palace gate to meet the holy army!"

As Zhao Xingyu's words fell, the door that covered Weiyang hall was suddenly pushed open. At that time, the morning sun shot into the gate of Weiyang hall. A row of black armour beetles lined up on both sides outside the hall door. At the end of the forbidden army, several figures were leading the dense Jiashi to walk towards this place.

There are many familiar faces among the leaders.

For example, Mr. Lu of Tiance mansion, Zhu Xian of Changye department, and Zhang Xiang, Prime Minister of Zhou Dynasty. Besides these, there is also a middle-aged man with a resolute face. His breath is concise and his every move coincides with some heaven and earth's wisdom. It is not necessary to think about it. It must be Zhao Chu, the king of Zhao, who has been in the fairyland for a short time.

A group of people quickly came to the gate of Weiyang hall, but did not enter the gate.

Weiyang hall, after all, is the residence of the emperor and should not be stained with bloody blood. This rule has existed since ancient times. Of course, it is not an iron law. It is only possible to invite a request before this, which is also considered as a courtesy before the war.

All the people stood in front of the Weiyang hall, then knelt down in unison and said in a loud voice: "I have seen your majesty!"

Yu Wen Nan Jing's cold eyes glanced at all the people, and then said, "flat it."

All the people got up, but there was no more thanks. Then Mr. Lu stepped out alone and said to Yuwen Nanjing: "I'm waiting for you to meet your majesty today. I hope your majesty will move outside Weiyang hall."

As soon as this was said, many of the Oracle soldiers who had just got up behind him knelt down again in unison and said in a loud voice: "please move your majesty!"

Yuwen Nanjing gets up and straightens her broad robe. Then she walks to the gate of Weiyang hall. She looks at Mr. Lu in silence. Her eyes are as cold as a stone carving.

Mr. Lu felt a little flustered. As a Confucian scholar, his last conscience made him feel a little ashamed. But soon, such shame was suppressed by the name of self deception. He once again bowed his hand and said: "it is really about the world that I get this performance..."The new word has not yet been exported, it was interrupted by Yuwen Nanjing.

She looked at Zhao Chu, the king of Zhao standing on the side of the procession, and asked, "the immortal has it. Have you brought the xingtianjian?"

Mr. Lu's body shook, and his head dropped a little bit. He said, "if you see blood in the palace, your Majesty's face will be disgraced. Please...

" Mr. Lu, these full-fledged beetles have surrounded Weiyang hall. What kind of face do I have? If you want to kill me, you have to rely on your ability. Is it hard for Mr. Lu and you Aiqing to think that I will hang myself here? " Yuwen Nanjing interrupts Mr. Lu's words again. She says so. Suddenly, a high sounding dragon chant rises behind her, and the shadow of a red dragon appears behind her. She looks ferociously at the people outside Weiyang hall.

The vast dragon power poured out like a substance, which made many warriors change their faces and almost dare not look directly at Yuwen's South scenery.

Mr. Lu felt the mighty dragon spirit. He was silent for a moment. Then he lowered his head and said again: "then... According to your Majesty's will..." then he bowed his head and stepped back, and then Zhao Chu stepped out. He came to Yuwen Nanjing, a hand suddenly stretched out, and a scarlet sword was held by him at that time.

The same majestic momentum rose in his body. He looked at Yuwen Nanjing and said, "Your Majesty, offended!"

...

on the Xingtian sword, there was a great deal of blood. The majestic breath of blood flowed out of the sword body and flowed into Zhao Chu's body along with Zhao Chu's sword holding arm. His great immortal's power and his blood were bound together, and his power became more and more powerful and incomparable.

His body began to rise, and the blood behind him blended with the power of the immortal and gradually turned into a bloody Shura.

The Shura's eyes were red. When he saw the Dragon behind the Yuwen South scene, he was in a rage. He roared and roared at the dragon.

Then Zhao Chu's eyes flashed, and the sword of Xingtian in his hand was wielded at that time, and Shura moved in response to the voice, and straightly killed the dragon image formed by the dragon spirit behind Yuwen's South scene.

Yuwen Nanjing naturally does not want to be outdone. She has a thought in her mind, and then the Dragon phase flies out and tangles with the Shura.

Xingtian sword is known as the three most ferocious swords of Taigu. In those years, the two clans ruled the world together. Naturally, the two clans got half of the fortune in the world. With this sword, the sages of the Terran family chopped up the demon family's luck carried by the demon king, which drove the demon clan to the depths of 100000 mountains.

This sword was born to cut the dragon. At the moment, driven by the immortals, its combat power has been almost half played. If a king like the great Chu ruled the country and the Dragon Spirit entered his body, he might still be able to fight against one of them. However, although Yuwen Nanjing is called the body of a half demon God, he is still shallow in cultivation. The Dragon Spirit in his body is far less than that of the emperor of Chu Soon, the weariness of Shura was revealed.

With that Shura's violent drinking, his hands stretched out and he grasped the dragon's head and tail, and then pulled it hard, and the dragon's image turned into two after a howl.

Yuwen Nanjing, who is connected with his mind and spirit, looks pale and sits on the ground.

After the victory of the Shura, his face became more and more ferocious. He roared and was about to deceive him again. But at this time, Zhu Xian, who had not spoken for a long time before, suddenly said something.

"Wait a minute, King Zhao!"

Zhao Chu's eyes were red, his body was stagnant, and his great strength was wasted. Only then did he suppress the mind of making another move and call back the Shura.

After seeing this, Zhu Xian came to Yuwen Nanjing's side. He said humbly: "Your Majesty's time is gone. Please let your majesty take care of it and save the last bit of royal face."

Such a practice can not help but let one side of Mr. Lu frown, he did not understand Zhu Xian's move, but did not say much.

"Ha ha, you have helped me to the throne of emperor, saying that I am an emperor for thousands of years. Now it is you who want me to die. Do you think I will let you succeed?" In Yuwen Nanjing's eyes, the evil spirit surges. She struggles to get up from the ground, and the dragon image scattered behind her condenses into shape again. However, compared with before, the red color of the Dragon phase is a little lighter.

Zhu Xian looked at Zhao Chu in the sky, and the other side understood. The Shura behind him boldly put forth his hand and chopped up the Dragon phase again.

Looking at the pale Yuwen Nanjing, Mr. Lu frowned a little deeper. He felt that the purpose of this trip was to capture the dragon spirit of Yuwen Nanjing. If he killed him, why bother.

Zhu Xian seems to see the dissatisfaction of Mr. Lu, he gently said in his side: "this is the meaning of your majesty."

This time, his Majesty was no longer Yuwen Nanjing, but...

after hearing this, Mr. Lu's face changed, and finally he put up his dissatisfaction.

And Zhu Xian saw the situation and again stepped forward, said in a loud voice: "please hang yourself!"

"Dream!" Yuwen Nanjing gritted his teeth and said that there was once again a dragon image behind her. At the moment, the Dragon phase was very light red and faintly green. Obviously, the Dragon phase was broken twice, and the Dragon Spirit in her body had dissipated a lot.After getting such a reply from Yuwen Nanjing, Zhao Chu didn't need to say anything more to Zhu Xian. Xing Tianjian struck again and cut the dragon.

This time, Yuwen Nanjing, who was sitting on the ground, became more and more pale. Her gorgeous Royal robe became dirty after such a fall and sat on the ground, and her expression was extremely embarrassed. She struggled to get up again, but the injury caused by the destruction of the Dragon phase was too serious to do so.

Mr. Lu couldn't bear it. He knelt down and said to Yuwen Nanjing in a loud voice: "it is the destiny of the emperor of the great Chu to come to the world. Since then, the world is peaceful, and the people are in good health and free from chaos..."

at this point, Mr. Lu's tone suddenly became impassioned: "although your majesty is dead, it's also death for the people of the world..."

"Wang Bi Don't be persistent. Let's go to the dragon

As soon as this was said, tens of thousands of Jiashi fell down on their knees and said in a loud voice to Yuwen Nanjing: "Your Majesty, please control your guest by dragon!"

Yuwen Nanjing looked at the rows of solemn and solemn warriors in front of her, and looked at their generous and sad faces. She suddenly laughed...

she thought...

did you ever experience such despair at that time? Have you ever been so helpless at that time?

It doesn't matter. I'll take revenge for you. These ugly people will enjoy the peace and prosperity they want forever in the netherworld!

The evil spirit in the eyes of Yuwen Nanjing surges again, her eyes suddenly become dark, and an extremely cold and hopeless breath suddenly spreads from her body!

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