Tonight is a destined to be an extraordinary night, and the Jin Dynasty Palace has never been as chaotic as it is now.

Under the moonlight and in the fog, there was a faint sound of music coming from the east and west of the imperial city. Because the palace was too big, the distance between the several palace gates was too far away. After the sound from the east and west reached the north gate, the sound was already extremely low. As for the screams mixed in the music, these soldiers guarding the north gate of the imperial city did not hear it.

Commander Wei Wentai, who was in charge of guarding the imperial city today, had just had a big drink with a few friends from Zhongyuan. At this time, he was lying in the doorman and snoring like thunder and sleeping soundly. Naturally, he would not hear the sound from both east and west. He didn't even notice the abnormality at the base of the north gate wall under the doorman and the north gate wall - he really drank too much!

There are moats around the palace, so there is naturally no lack of such a section under the north gate wall. Now there are several simple wooden bridges on this section of moat. Hong Qigong was standing in the shadow not far from the bridge at this time. Behind him, there were two others, one was Zhou Botong and the other was Guo Jing. Later, they were famous figures from the Six Monsters in Jiangnan and the Central Plains martial arts world.

On the long street behind these people, there were dense beggars standing at this time. These beggars were all good players in the Beggars' Sect. They were selected by Mr. Hong Qigong from hundreds of thousands of gangs, and each of them could make fist and foot skills.

Hong Qigong was called the northern beggar. His power was naturally the largest in the north. If there were chaos today, the one who was most in trouble was beggars. In the north, there were particularly many beggars, so it was not too difficult for Hong Qigong to summon tens of thousands of men to do big things.

These tens of thousands of beggars stood in a row, like soldiers. In front of them, hundreds of corpses of the Jin army were lying in front of them. These people were killed by hidden weapons and died very suddenly. Suddenly, they had been killed without even saying a warning.

At this time, the moon was high, the fog was rising, and the smell of blood was spreading across the long street. Everyone held their breath and waited for the orders of the leader Hong Qigong.

Hong Qigong's ears suddenly moved, and Zhou Botong's ears behind him also moved at this time. The two looked at each other, and Hong Qigong laughed and scolded: "Fuck, the old poison and Huang Laoxie have already started to fight. How can we fall behind them?" He looked at Zhou Botong, "Botong, are you interested in competing with me for a light body skill?"

Zhou Botong had already felt uncomfortable all over. Hearing this, his eyebrows and beard flew up and shouted, "Old beggar, how do you think you are comparing? Is it faster than running or jumping higher than jumping?"

Hong Qigong smiled and said, "It's faster than running, and it's higher than jumping!" As soon as he finished speaking, his body moved and rushed forward. Several ups and downs had already reached the moat.

Zhou Botong shouted strangely, "Old beggar, you are cheating!" His body shook and he chased Hong Qigong. Both of them were top masters, and their light skills were extraordinary. They walked through the mist like two wisps of blue smoke. After crossing the moat, they rushed forward without stopping and rushed forward.

When Mr. Hong Qi arrived at the base of the city wall, his legs suddenly rushed up, his body had already risen several feet high. Then he stretched out his arms and grabbed the cracks in the city wall. He used both hands to force his body, and his body rushed again, and he rushed several times in succession, and had reached the top of the wall.

Zhou Botong behind him reached the city wall, but his feet were constantly stopped. When he reached the city wall a few steps, his body was already parallel to the ground. He still took big steps, treating the city wall as flat ground, his body was perpendicular to the city wall, his feet moved like the wind, and he had passed half of the city wall, using the direct light skills of the Quanzhen Sect. He was exhausted when he reached halfway through the city wall, and he was already exhausted. He snorted, and his body suddenly rushed forward, lying on the wall, and his hands were holding the cracks of the wall like a flagshu rocket. At this time, Hong Qigong's body had just jumped up, and the two fell almost at the same time.

Zhou Botong was very proud of this and shouted, "Old beggar, you ran earlier than me, but we both landed at the same time. Your lightness skills were not as good as mine." At this time, the night was late, and when he shouted, he naturally alarmed the soldiers patrolling the wall. A group of soldiers saw the two of them suddenly climbing over the wall, and were shocked. They ran towards the two with guns and knives, shouting loudly.

Hong Qigong stamped his feet and said, "Oh, old naughty boy, you always mislead things! What's your name at this stall?" He complained to Zhou Botong, but his body had already rushed towards a group of soldiers in front, bent his knees and pushed his palms. It was the first move of the eighteen palms of the Dragon Subduing - Kanglong You Regret!

Hong Qigong's palm was so strong that his palm was pushed out, and the sound of breaking through the air was thunderous. The dozen soldiers at present were shocked by his palm power. They were thrown high and were already shocked to death before they even fell in the air. Before the remaining soldiers could react, Zhou Botong had already arrived behind them, grabbed and threw them with both hands. Several soldiers had been thrown off the city wall by him, and screamed across the night sky with a few muffled sounds, without any sound.

The two of them did not dare to delay, so they flew down the city wall, and arrived at the city gate and killed several guards in a row. The noise caused by the incident alarmed the large group of people not far away. Hong Qigong was very anxious: "Old naughty boy, please help me with the support for a while, and open the city gate first!"

The gate of the palace is different from the outer wall of the capital. Compared with the gate, the gate of the palace is much smaller. There is no thousand-pound gate, broken dragon stone, and no suspension bridge rolling wood. It is just a door bolt. Hong Qigong waved his palms and slapped it away, and had already knocked away the iron lock on the door bolt. Because of his mood, his palms were too strong. After the iron locks were knocked away, his palms could not hold back and slapped the Zhuqi gate. With a clatter, the dozen or so big door nails on the gate were all stimulated by the palm force, and flew out from the door and shot into the fog outside. Hong Qigong pulled the two doors with his palms and pulled them inward. With a creaking sound, the palace gate was already wide open.

Zhou Botong fought and retreated behind him, shouting loudly: "Old beggars, there are archers in these Tartars, which are difficult to deal with. Open the door quickly, otherwise you will see a dead naughty boy in a while!"

Hong Qigong laughed and said, "You can hold it for a while!" He suddenly roared up to the sky, and the sound was like thunder, which made the two palace gates roar: "Killing the enemy and serving the country is here today. All heroes are still here to kill the Tartars!"

Guo Jing, the six monsters in the south of the Yangtze River and some martial arts masters in the Central Plains, had been anxious for a long time, and the beggars behind him were even more nervous and sweating on their foreheads. At this time, when he heard the sound of Mr. Hong Qi roaring, he could not bear it. He shouted and rushed to the city gate together.

These people in the martial arts world rarely use shields, but today they each hold a shield to cover them. These shields are large and small, square and round, iron and wooden. At this time, they are held in front of them and rushed forward.

After passing the palace gate, there were a group of imperial city guards in front of him. Hong Qigong and Zhou Botong were pressed by the arrows of these guards and hid in the corner of the door, shouting and scolding. Seeing everyone running over, Hong Qigong said, "Come on, let's deal with the archers in front!"

When Ke Zhenye heard this, he put away his iron rod and several poisonous darts had been shot forward. When the Tartar guards were neutral, someone was hitting the darts and howled.

There are quite a lot of heroes in the world who can use hidden weapons, and hundreds of night patrol soldiers who died on the long street are proof of this. After Ke Zhenye took the lead in the hair darting, these people also fired their own unique hidden weapons forward. For a moment, darts, flying knives, flying needles, flying arrows, flying locust stones, iron lotus seeds, sleeve arrows, flower crossbows, and other hidden weapons flew towards the opposite imperial guards like rain.

Thrilling sounded one after another. When these martial arts heroes stopped shooting, the guards in front were dead, and the remaining few people who were surviving were no longer threatened.

Hong Qigong said: "Huang Laoxie and the old poison have already taken down both sides of the east and west. How can our North Gate fall behind? If you are too slow and you will be ridiculed by King Yang at that time, everyone will be blind!"
Chapter completed!