Chapter 312 Who is the hunter and the prey?
Ying Zhefeng wielded his long sword and charged towards the outside.
Emperor Yanwu's eyes twitched. It would be a lie to say that he was not worried, after all, the relationship between Lao Jiu and Lao San was there in the past, and he favored Concubine Si, and Concubine Si's son was like a thorn in the flesh to Lao Jiu.
Why does Concubine Si trust Lao Jiu so much?
The rocket offensive has weakened, and the guards and warriors from various countries have suffered casualties. The rebels finally attacked.
They were all dressed in blue scarves, with a green belt tied around their arms, and each of them held a shining green knife in their hands.
"Who are you? Instigated by whom, you dare to besiege the emperor's residence?" Emperor Yanwu shouted and questioned without getting angry.
The person headed by the other party was the tallest, with a muscular body, and let out a wild laugh, "Haha, with so many big fish, this time I really made a profit!"
In his eyes, these big men seemed to be prey.
"What is His Majesty asking you?" Yi Zhaoxian said, like a lion roaring, full of air.
The leader laughed even more wildly. He kept the cat-and-mouse mentality, and mentally tortured before eating, "Just imagine, the high officials of all countries died in Dayan, died in Wanzhou, and were pulled by Emperor Yanwu, you, as a backing, those people Will the country respond? I'm looking forward to it just thinking about it!"
Emperor Yanwu had the demeanor of a king, looked down at the world, and said in a tone that everything is an ant: "You crazy person, put down the knife now, I will spare you all corpses, and I will not punish the nine clans. If you continue to resist, then you will be cut off from your children and grandchildren." what will happen to you."
Behind the leader of the other party, there is probably a role of a military adviser, who said: "Commander, why bother talking nonsense with him, cut off his head, and the wealth and wealth will be ours in the future."
Instead, he spoke righteously, as if he was acting for the heavens: "Emperor Yanwu, you stupid emperor! Under your rule, corrupt officials are rampant, the people are in dire straits, floods are frequent, and God's punishment comes to the world. Emperor Yanwu, you don't think about sinning yourself, but blame others You have no morals and no talents, and you still don’t want to abdicate to the virtuous, and Dayan will be ruined in your hands sooner or later.”
After he said so many words, Emperor Yanwu's focus was on abdicating the throne and letting the virtuous.
Yes, Emperor Yanwu thought to himself that he was still young and in the prime of his life, so he was not in a hurry to establish a reserve for a while. In addition, all the princes competed with each other, and the survival of the fittest, he also had the heart of the school examination. While thinking about it, Zhe Yu suddenly asked, "Are you from Qinghe County?"
"You're so tall! Why do you..." The words came to an abrupt end.
Zhe Yu's question was too sudden, and the speed of speech was too fast, but in fact, he was hiding his wit.
The commander lost his patience and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense, shoot and kill! Kill!"
Melee is imminent.
The reason why the rebels had the upper hand before: firstly, there were a large number of people, and they were taken by surprise; At this time, in a relatively small banquet hall, the power of high-end combat power was revealed. Especially Zhe Yu and Yi Zhaoxian were aggressive. Wherever he went, people's heads fell to the ground, and two husbands guarded the gate, so no one could approach. In a blink of an eye, there were more than 20 corpses on the ground.
The commander of the opponent saw that they had great intentions to turn the tables, while the corpses of their own people were lying on the ground, and there was a look of fear in their eyes. They had already shaken their confidence and lost their will to fight. "Withdraw, withdraw quickly!"
The whole process was like a farce.
However, it is easy to come and difficult to go. Yi Zhaoxian stood at the door and swung his sword at the panicked people. The sword intent burst out, covering the large field. Everyone in the domain died, except for the leader who he deliberately left alive.
This is Yi Zhaoxian's strength.
This is also the confidence that Emperor Yanwu dared to go to Wanzhou.
"Old Yi, brave and invincible!" This sentence was shouted by Ji Xuan. The civil servant Ji Xuan, who was acting as a toolman throughout the whole process, cheered for his own side at the end of the battle.
Yi Zhaoxian twitched the corner of his mouth.
Although Qianming Academy lost to Kunming Academy on the court, but on the battlefield, Qianming Academy must be ahead.
Yi Zhaoxian's strength, with Zhe Yu's skill, if they face Yi Zhaoxian, it's hard to say who will win and who will lose.
However, the rebels still slipped through the net and are retreating hastily. Zhe Yu shouted, "Dean Yi, you protect His Majesty, and I will go and track down the remnants."
The remnants of evil have been routed into an army, like a bereaved dog, His Majesty has saved the day. Where else is protection needed?
Yi Zhaoxian's sword pulled out a sword flower in the air, and at the same time, he kicked the opponent's leader's body like kicking a ball with his whirlwind kick. "Zhe Yu, you protect His Majesty and his family, I will return as soon as I go."
Flying forward, Yi Zhaoxian has already chased him out.
Just as Yi Zhaoxian disappeared into the night, another phantom-like assassin appeared. His speed was so fast, like lightning, he arrived in an instant, a sword came towards Emperor Yanwu's chest with a cold light.
Emperor Yanwu felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, his heart tightened suddenly, because he felt the threat of death at that moment.
It was too late to say, but it was soon, at the very moment, a figure stood in front of Emperor Yanwu, with his own flesh and blood.
Folded feathers.
The sword pierced his chest, and he kicked the assassin ten meters away, breaking through the window.
Bao, can I ask for a monthly pass?
Every day at three o'clock, the part-time book writer Yanshui has tenosynovitis, woo woo woo
(end of this chapter)