Yang Yi stayed in front of the Horse Palace and looked up at him and saw a huge building in front of him.

The yellow glazed tiles have high eaves. Although they are border areas, the imperial palace is built in a very grand manner.

If ordinary people at this time saw such a magnificent building, they would definitely not stop admiring it, but Yang Yi was the emperor's emperor and hadn't seen anything before?

Although the palace in front of me is grand, it is just grand. It is actually several levels different from the palace where he lived before. After a few glances, I found that the style is quite different from that of the Central Plains, but it is not much different. I don’t look at it anymore and walk straight towards the palace gate.

Before he could reach the gate of the palace, he suddenly heard a few clappers. A group of string-controlling armored soldiers suddenly stood up from the walls of the imperial city, bent their bows and arrows toward Yang Yi.

In an instant, the arrows were like locusts, covering Yang Yi head-on.

Yang Yi smiled, his legs were clamped with his horse's belly, and the yellow horse was passing through the rain of arrows, not afraid of the arrows that were shot. Yang Yi had already waved his suppression and opened them all.

The yellow horse ran very fast, and before the rain of arrows had been shot, it had already rushed under the city gate. Yang Yi swung the halberd, and with just one halberd, it had already blown the city gate open. The yellow horse continued to move forward until it ran to a hall before stopping.

Listening to each other, a soft sigh rang out, "Traveling into other people's homes is what a villain does! Yang Daxia, do you think this is the truth?"

The sound is extremely wonderful, and after hearing it, the image of a stunning beauties naturally emerges in my mind.

As soon as the voice fell, a white shadow flashed, and a woman with a graceful figure covering her face suddenly appeared in front of Yang Yima, and said with a sweet smile: "Haven Yang, I heard that you were very powerful in the Southern Song Dynasty and Song Dynasty. You are even more heroic in the Liao Kingdom. You make a big fuss in Nanjing. Even the Liao Emperor Yelu Hongji was killed by you. This is the case in which you can destroy the country by riding alone.

Her body trembled as if she was as delicate as a flower and she chuckled softly: "Hiss Yang, can you still feel unsatisfied with the trouble in these two countries? I want to make a big fuss in Xixia?"

"Go to Tubo after Xixia, and go to Dali after Tubo? Yang Daxia, do you have the idea of ​​overturning the whole world?"

The woman stood in front of Yang Yima, whispering softly, with a very demeanor and charming manner, but she was just a white gauze mask and couldn't see clearly what her appearance looked like.

Yang Yi looked at the woman in front of him and suddenly laughed loudly, "But Li Qiushui?"

The woman in front of her, as bright as a cold star, showed a look of surprise, "Do you recognize me?"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Listen to the sound and distinguish the color, and observe the breath. There is no such thing as the skilled person in the world who can be as good as you. I have felt the breath of your master of Xiaoyao Sect in Wuyazi. Although you are not very similar to him, you still have similarities in the end."

When Li Qiushui saw Yang Yi mention Wuyazi, he showed concern in his eyes, but then he immediately stopped and whispered: "Oh? Have you seen my junior brother in the sect? How is he doing now?"

Yang Yi laughed and said, "It's probably dead now."

Li Qiushui's eyes flashed with a flash and he shouted angrily: "The little thief is talking nonsense!"

Yang Yi slowly raised his long halberd in his hand and said to Li Qiushui: "Li Qiushui, you should have heard what I have told you. I have encountered a huge medical problem recently. I need to read your Xiaoyao School's medical skills and diagnose it. As long as you promise to let me watch it, Yang turned his head and left, and he would never hurt a soldier in Xixia."

Li Qiushui sneered coldly: "How can outsiders watch the classics of the sects?"

Yang Yi sighed, "That doesn't make sense?"

Li Qiushui smiled and said, "It's not that we can't be able to be compatible. As long as the hero Yang marrys into my Xihuang Palace and becomes my Xixia prince-consort, we will become a family. These things are not bad for you to see."

Yang Yi also smiled and said, "Actually there is another way."

Li Qiushui asked: "What method?"

Yang Yi said: "Old method!"

Before he finished speaking, the long halberd in his hand suddenly stabbed Li Qiushui, "I'll hit you and let me see!"

Since Yang Yi appeared in Xixia, Li Qiushui has received news.

She has not been out of the Xixia Palace for many years and has never paid attention to the newly rising junior figures in the Central Plains. However, Yang Yi's reputation is too big, and it is too amazing to cause trouble. Even though she is in the palace, she inevitably hears Yang Yi's name.

When she first heard Yang Yi making a big fuss in Shaolin Temple, she was a little distracted. Although Shaolin Temple is powerful, with her ability, she can make a fuss and get out of it. Therefore, although she was surprised and curious about Yang Yi having such skills at such a young age, she was not afraid and fearful.

It was not until later that Li Qiushui heard that he made a fuss in Nanjing, Liao, and killed King Yelu Hongji of Liao and many ministers.

With Li Qiushui's ability, it would not take much effort to assassinate Yelu Hongji and others, but it would be a bit difficult to kill the king and the general in front of thousands of troops. If you want Yang Yi to fight against tens of thousands of troops alone, it would be impossible for him to do it.

Li Qiushui didn't believe that Yang Yi did such a shocking thing alone, but he had to believe it until after verification in many aspects.

At this point, Yang Yi's name was finally remembered by her.

She was originally going to go to Piaomiao Peak of Tianshan to find her senior sister, Tianshan Tonglao, to take revenge, but when she heard that Yang Yi rode straight to Xixia from the Song Dynasty, she was a little worried about the children in the Xixia Palace. She now forced herself to resist the idea of ​​going to Tianshan and lived in the palace and dared not leave easily.

Now Yang Yi finally broke into the palace.

Facing Yang Yi's slashing halberd, Li Qiushui did not dare to be negligent. He flipped his hand and a long sword appeared in her hand. The sword was clear and bright, really like a wave of water. She held it in her hand and shook it suddenly. The sword turned into a wave of water and faced the halberd that Yang Yi stabbed.

It is a taboo to fight against long weapons with short weapons. Li Qiushui did not dare to underestimate Yang Yi. The long sword in his hand just touched Yang Yi's green halberd and then retracted it. With such a touch, he felt a powerful force coming from the long halberd, which made his palm tremble. The Mid-Autumn Shui Long Sword in his hand almost couldn't hold it, and his whole body shook.

She was shocked and quickly retreated. In just a moment, she had retreated seven or eight feet away. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Yang Yi urging the horse to chase him and another halberd towards him. When the halberd was lifted, it was still far away from him, but when it fell, it had already arrived in front of her.

Li Qiushui's body flashed again. After dodging Yang Yi's attack, he suddenly slapped Yang Yi's void, slapped out with one palm, and his body flashed, and he had reached another direction. Then he slapped Yang Yi with another palm.

Her body was like the wind, and she had changed seven or eight directions in one breath. Every time she changed her position, she turned around and clapped her palm at Yang Yi.

After slapped seven or eight palms in a row, the wind blew and the strong wind stormed.

Yang Yi sat on the yellow horse. With a slight sense, he found a strong wind rushing from the sky and the ground, his chest, back, left and right arms, etc. in all directions. The strong wind pushed the air like a wall, and his strength was extremely fierce.

Li Qiushui slapped out his seven or eight palms, and the palm power actually twisted and changed direction in the air, covering Yang Yi's whole body, leaving him unable to escape and unable to hide.

Yang Yi's admiration sounded in the palm wind, "Good palm power, good palm technique, straight and straight, unpredictable, is this Baihong's palm power?"

The green halberd in his hand shook and suddenly turned into a blue light. The blue light surrounded him and his mount like a large transparent eggshell.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

With several bursts of noises, the white rainbow palm power emitted by Li Qiushui hit the light ball transformed by Yang Yiqing's halberd.

Before Yang Yi could break all the palm power of Li Qiushui, Li Qiushui slapped out several palms in a row. The palm power of these palms was extremely feminine. When they were hit in the air, there was no sound. The palm power slowly moved in the air, and it would not explode violently until it touched the object.

At this time, the green light disappeared, and Yang Yi held the halberd and smiled, "The palm technique is extremely exquisite and rare in the world!"

He looked at Li Qiushui who was standing with a sword, and was about to speak, Li Qiushui's feminine palm power had already reached him.

Yang Yi was shocked. His internal energy was boiling at this time, and the true energy bulged out an invisible qi cover three feet around his body. Although Li Qiushui's palm power was strong, he could not break his qi cover. However, the palm power was so close that he actually realized the enemy's attack. This was the first time for Yang Yi.
Chapter completed!