The air is especially fresh after the rain.
On the outskirts of Bianliang City, Li Zhige changed his clothes and listened calmly to Aju Abi and the other girls describing a series of recent major events in the world.
Li Canghai held his chin and said thoughtfully, "It seems that the Murong Fu you mentioned has become like the old guy. His mind was devoured by desire and he became an out-and-out demon."
"Granddaughter, according to what you said, Murong Fu's skills should have been around for a thousand years."
"There's some trouble!"
Wang Yuyan nodded, dressed in a blood-red dress, turned her gaze to Li Zhige, and said in a deep voice, "Uncle Master, you are the only one who can kill him now. If Murong remains alive, the world will not be peaceful. ”
Under the gaze of several women, Li Zhige rubbed his chin.
He never thought that his influence on Murong Fu would be so great. What Li Zhige didn't expect was that Murong Fu actually obtained the secret book of Beiming Magic from Li Qingluo. Even Qiao Feng was defeated by Murong Fu.
Seeing that Li Zhige was deep in thought and silent, A'Zhu's heart skipped a beat and he asked cautiously, "Master Li, are you not even sure about killing Murong Fu?"
Li Zhige lazily raised his eyes and did not answer.
Beside him, Li Canghai chuckled and said, "Murong Fu is indeed very strong now, but to him, he is no different from an ant. You don't have to worry."
After listening to Li Canghai's explanation, the women felt relieved.
At the same time, a gilt sedan was carried and flew towards Bianliang City.
Each of the sixteen bearers is a well-known figure in the world, and each one possesses superb lightness skills.
They carried the sedan chair, flew over the city wall, and quickly rushed towards the palace.
Countless soldiers and horses gathered inside and outside Bianliang City. The leading general watched helplessly as the sedan flew into Bianliang and rushed towards the imperial city. His face instantly turned pale.
The city wall is not high enough to stop these extremely light-hearted people.
Your Majesty is in danger!
"Hurry and inform the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guard that Your Majesty is in danger!"
After a moment of shock, the leading general reacted, took off his armor and chased towards the imperial city.
Sixteen bearers carried the sedan on the rooftops of Bianliang City, and soon arrived in front of the imperial city.
At the gate of the imperial city, there were tens of thousands of forbidden soldiers on display. These forbidden soldiers wore helmets and armor, each holding a spear, and looked at the sedan chair flying towards them with serious expressions.
Behind the spear formation, there were countless soldiers with bows and arrows ready, eyeing the flying sedan.
In the large formation of the Chinese army, Zhou Hao, the second commander of the Imperial Guard in red armor, looked at the old man beside him, calmed down a little, and shouted, "Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow! Behind us is the palace, your Majesty, absolutely." Don’t let the thieves get even half a step closer to the imperial city!”
Following Zhou Hao's order, dense arrows were thrown, covering the sky and the sun.
Seeing the arrows being thrown down like a rainstorm, the sixteen warriors carrying the sedan couldn't help but swallow their saliva, and their bodies and minds trembled for a moment.
No matter how powerful their martial arts are, when faced with a military formation, everyone still cannot resist.
The arrows, which were as dark as a torrential rain, had covered the area where they were, and there was no place to escape.
The security of the palace is too tight.
Moreover, the walls of the palace were much higher than the city walls. Even if they were not weak in qinggong, they could not carry a sedan to leap over, they could only watch the arrows being thrown towards them.
Just as the sixteen warriors were despairing, a figure walked out of the sedan chair.
Murong Fu walked out wearing a dragon robe and a crown, his eyes glowing with green evil light.
Looking at the Forbidden Army opposite, and then looking up at the overwhelming arrows, Murong Fu's eyes were crazy, he stretched out his arms, and the huge zhenqi in his body instantly leaked out, forming a shield with a head diameter of several meters with himself as the center.
The substantial true energy formed a shield, protecting Murong Fu himself and the sixteen warriors.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
When countless arrows hit the shield, they cannot penetrate the shield formed by the true energy.
Murong Fu looked at the sixteen warriors beside him with crazy eyes, and said in an excited voice, "Follow me into the imperial city, capture Zhao Xu's son alive, and restore our Dayan Mountains and Rivers. When Dayan is restored, you will all be the heroes of Conglong. It’s not a problem to be granted the title of prince, to be the prime minister, to be honored as an ancestor.”
"kill!"
As Murong Fu rushed out first, the remaining sixteen warriors followed Murong Fu with wild eyes and launched an attack on the army.
More than a dozen people attacked the army, seemingly overestimating their own capabilities like a worm shaking a tree.
In fact, Zhou Hao, the commander of the Forbidden Army, was sweating coldly and hurriedly shouted, "Stop them! No one is allowed to take even one step back!"
"kill!"
The cry of killing shook the imperial city.
The outside of the imperial city was also filled with a bloody atmosphere.
In the Jinluan Hall, civil and military officials from all dynasties stood on both sides, listening to the shouts of killing coming from outside. The jade-paved floor tiles under their feet were as hot as a hot pot.
Zhao Xu sat high on the dragon chair, his eyes were gloomy and there was no expression on his face.
Wrapped in the blood mist, Murong Fu's eyes were glowing with green evil light. He looked like a Shura ghost coming out of hell, and he was so frightened that the Imperial City Imperial Guards did not dare to step forward.
Murong Fu is no longer a human being.
He held a sword in his hand and charged forward. Wherever he passed, the sword energy shot out several feet, and no matter how many soldiers there were, they could not stop him.
As Murong Fu continued to penetrate deeper, not a single one of the sixteen warriors who followed him was left.
Glancing at the endless mass of soldiers, Murong Fu's eyes were gloomy, and his whole body was filled with murderous intent. The rich murderous intent turned into substantial scarlet blood.
There were too many people. Even if he kept killing, he didn't know how long it would take to finish them off.
Looking up at the palace wall and silently calculating the distance, Murong Fu stomped his feet to the ground, and his whole body rose into the sky like a rocket.
Oops!
Zhou Hao, the commander of the Imperial Guard, turned pale, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He anxiously said to the old man beside him, "Commander, we must not let this evil thief break into the palace!"
"Ahem!"
Sima Changkong coughed twice. His hair was completely gray, and he sighed, "It's all the fault of that kid Li Zhige for hurting my foundation. If I hadn't been injured in the previous fight with Li Zhige, I wouldn't have allowed Murong Fu to be so rampant. "
"Forget it, I will give up my life today!"
With that said, Sima Changkong flew up and stood on the wall, blocking Murong Fu's path.
Looking at the old man blocking the road, Murong Fu smiled ferociously and slashed out with his sword.
Murong Fu swung his sword, and the energy of the sword was like a sharp shot, trying to kill Sima Changkong.
Looking at the spurting sword energy, Sima Changkong straightened his rickety waist, his face flushed as red as Guan Gong, and his domineering momentum burst out in an instant, causing strong winds and darkening the sky.
"Koragi has a huge amount of skill, but he is actually a paper tiger, just showing off."
"If I hadn't been injured, how could I have allowed you, a wicked thief, to be so arrogant!"
Sima Changkong's eyes were sharp, and he punched out with a hook. The overbearing punch compressed the air, forming an air cannon.
boom!
The cold sword energy collided with the air cannon, and in an instant, the sword energy that was more than ten feet long collapsed.
Seeing the air cannon defeating the sword energy and blasting towards him, Murong Fu's eyes were horrified and his expression was ferocious.
how come?
How could there be such a master in the palace!
Without any time to think, Murong Fu immediately put his arms across his chest and propped up a substantial wall of zhenqi in front of him.
boom!
With a loud noise, the air cannon hit the wall where the zhenqi had condensed with a huge force that shattered the mountain top, shattering the wall and sending Murong Fu flying backwards.
boom!
Murong Fu hit the ground hard, smashing the floor tiles and raising smoke and dust.
Murong Fu flew out upside down, and Zhou Hao and others all looked at Sima Changkong.
Before Zhou Hao and others could be happy, they discovered that Sima Changkong had lost his voice, and he remained motionless as he pumped his fist.
Obviously, the punch just now had completely exhausted Sima Changkong's energy.
What shocked Zhou Hao even more was that Murong Fu stood up.
"Ahem!"
After the smoke and dust cleared, the crown on Murong Fu's head had fallen off. He stood up with disheveled hair, a terrifying green evil light in his eyes, and bright red blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. He looked at the lifeless Sima Changkong with a ferocious expression, and laughed maniacally, "It's God's will. No one can stop me from recovering Dayan!"
