On Zhuque Street, hundreds of constables from the north and south yamen banned the entire street. Except for the few people who were still at the entrance of the alley, Ning Buer and Guo Xiaojiu who were sitting on the roof, no one dared to come and watch the fun.

Today, Yang Huzi left the city and did not have the momentum of entering the city. Not to mention the people coming to join in the fun, even the dignitaries who could have walked out of the carriages filled with Zhuque Street before, no one was present today.

Almost everyone can be sure that this Anxi Protector who holds 200,000 border troops and guards the three borders for Datang is no longer in power. As long as he dies in the imperial capital today, it is okay. If he can leave the imperial capital alive,...

There is only one answer, and there will be no doubt about it.

No one knows that in Tai Chi Hall, His Majesty the Emperor has made a decision on this matter.

Now the battle on Zhuque Street is coming to an end. More than a dozen border soldiers have never received Yang Huzi's orders, and they cannot get involved in this kind of battle.

Only Yang Huzi faced three masters who entered the holy realm. He had previously confronted Cao Akui and repelled Cao Akui, and then welcomed two famous red-card characters from Lijing Sect to join forces.

Yang Huzi, who was frustrated in the temple and now the battle on Zhuque Street, was heavily worn by Xiao Wenshan on his chest, and took more than ten steps back to stop the trend of retreating under his feet.

There was already a mouthful of bright red blood, splashing all over the long gown in front of him. This great patriarch who had been fighting on the battlefield for half his life has never worn a armor since he entered the imperial capital to now, but just wore a long gown.

On the long gown, more than a dozen holes were opened by Zhuyeqing's soft sword, and the blood also added many different colors to the long gown.

With a knife on the ground, Yang Huzi sat on the Zhuque Street with his butt. His aura was churning in his belly and his hard work was hard to calm down. He looked at the two people who were slowly walking towards him, but did not get up. Today's situation was hopeless. He Yang Huzi and Hu Mangou, who were in other people's mouths, were also extremely uneasy.

After decades of fighting on the battlefield, I didn’t die on the battlefield, but I was about to die under the imperial edict of being the son of today.

"I, Yang Huzi, don't accept it!" Yang Huzi opened her mouth, and blood flowed out along the corner of her mouth. He glared at him, and the aura he wanted to lift again, but it was in vain.

Yes, he was not convinced. Why could the emperor sit on the dragon throne, imprison her in the palace, and in the Tai Chi Hall? But he had to work hard for his ten years to win his death today.

There are 200,000 soldiers on the border, but will they ever come to the imperial capital?

If Yang Huzi really died, everything would be false. He had to go out alive. The emperor was ruthless, and he was ruthless. I would trade ruthlessness in exchange for ruthlessness. He believed that as long as Yang Huzi lived and returned to the Anxi Protectorate's Mansion and gave the order, 200,000 border soldiers would definitely obey his orders and raise troops to go south.

He wanted to give this world a different master, for her.

Even if all the border soldiers before were regarded as the Tang Dynasty, when it was true that when the world changed, who would care about the Tang Dynasty, the world would be the world of Yang Huzi and 200,000 border soldiers.

Thinking of this, even if his injuries could no longer support Yang Huzi to continue fighting, he still had the ambition to fight to the death.

"Don't convince?" Xiao Wenshan narrowed her eyes and covered half of her cheeks with the folding fan. As the voice sounded, the cough also sounded.

"What do you want?" Zhu Yeqing was a vicious woman, really like Zhu Yeqing. As she finished speaking, the soft sword had already lit up in front of her, and murderous intent filled the Suzaku Street.

Hearing Zhu Yeqing's scolding, Xiao Wenshan could only continue moving forward. With a force under her feet, the folding fan was closed, and the palm that was behind her was raised, and the palm was filled with condensed energy.

Killing people is just a slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight

He stood up with the knife, spat with bloody saliva, reached out to wipe it on the tip of his nose, and was full of fighting spirit: "Fight to the death!"

More than a dozen soldiers raised their swords to pay tribute, their eyes full of determination. They looked at the Great Protector and were about to die in front of them, but they could not take action.

Military orders are like mountains, and this is what most people urge them to teach them, and they must implement them.

"Fight to the death!" More than a dozen soldiers shouted in unison.

If the Protector died, there would be no military order. It would not be too late for them to take action at that time. They would go with the Protector and die if they fought to the death.

Even if the news came back to the ears of the three 200,000 soldiers at the border, no one dared to point at their backbone and scold them for being heartless.

Unfortunately, even if the momentum is getting braver, after all, I am facing the joint efforts of two famous red-card actors from Lijing Sect.

Xiao Wenshan smiled and greeted her, her palm was already pressed on Yang Huzi's horizontal knife. He did not ask to kill Yang Huzi, but just to disperse Yang Huzi's momentum.

He was a scholar and was not suitable for murder. It would be better to leave it to the woman who followed him.

Everything was as Xiao Wenshan guessed. His palm successfully broke Yang Huzi's horizontal knife protecting Yang Huzi. The remaining force hit Yang Huzi's chest.

Then there was a blood red that swept away with the Yang Hu Zi, drawing a dynamic and beautiful scenery on the Suzaku Street.

Unfortunately, there are only a few people watching the scenery.

A soft sword followed Yang Huzi, who was flying upside down, and the cold light shone brightly on the soft sword, and the trembling sound continued. This sword was that Zhu Yeqing really wanted to poison the mouth and kill people.

Two assassins in night clothes suddenly appeared from both sides of Zhuque Street, holding a dagger with strange patterns in their hands.

The two assassins made great moves and both rushed towards Zhu Yeqing. Ning Buer fought with them. These assassins were good at being good, but they were not at the saint realm and could also hurt people.

"Be careful." Xiao Wenshan reminded him, and continued to move forward, wanting to gain some opportunities for Zhu Yeqing. As long as Zhu Yeqing can approach Yang Hu Zi from the two assassins, Yang Hu Zi will undoubtedly die.

Unfortunately, before Xiao Wenshan approached Zhu Yeqing, the two assassins confronted Zhu Yeqing.

The assassin was vicious, one specializing in Zhu Yeqing's three ways, and the other stabbed Zhu Yeqing's lower abdomen, and it was a killer move.

Zhu Yeqing seemed to have realized that the situation would change a long time ago. The soft sword sounded lightly, and dozens of qi mechanisms broke away from the sword body and turned into sword energy, stabbing at the two assassins.

Seeing that the two assassins could not dodge, a hurriedly looked at the sight of fear. They hurriedly protected their chests with both hands. After three or four steps, they disappeared into the air like ghosts when they appeared.

Yang Huzi, who was holding half of the horizontal knife in his hand, was already standing on Zhuque Street with a little declining momentum, smiling at Zhu Yeqing, "Die?" He was not convinced, and he was not afraid.

No one can block between Soft Sword and Yang Huzi anymore. The next moment, Soft Sword will penetrate Yang Huzi's throat.

A sword light appeared between the two of them. The sword light was very powerful and actually interrupted Zhu Yeqing who had accumulated momentum.

Even the old Taoist priest who had been sitting at the entrance of the alley was open with his eyes open and his face was helpless. He knew the identity of the visitor, and it seemed that the emperor's idea had changed.

The old Taoist priest slowly stood up, and with a sigh, he waved his Taoist robe and walked into the depths of the alley with a swagger.

The sword light dissipated, and an elderly eunuch came with a knife under his armpit and stood in front of Yang Huzi. The eunuch looked at Zhu Yeqing's resentful eyes a few times and shook his head: "Zhu Yeqing, if you kill him, you will be guilty of everyone, and even Mr. Zhang can't save you."

"Hmph! The dog eunuch." Zhu Yeqing cursed, then turned around and put away his sword, and walked towards Xiao Wenshan.

Xiao Wenshan still coughed continuously, but bowed respectfully to Feng Yuanyi. He was a scholar and valued the most etiquette.

Seeing that Zhu Yeqing had raised one hand, he hurriedly placed his palm on Zhu Yeqing's arm, and the two walked towards the depths of the alley, where they came from and where they were going.

More than a dozen soldiers who were still sitting on the horse's back and sweating for the Dumasambhava had a faint look in their eyes.

Yang Huzi was not dead, their Maharaja was not dead, but the one who saved Maharaja was a eunuch.

"Everyone's meaning is to save his life." Feng Yuanyi looked at Cao Akui and explained.

Cao Akui, the commander of the Shence Army in golden armor, nodded. Today, he is not the strongest, but the most arrogant person, and he has always been like this.

He walked to the horse he rode out of the imperial city, took the reins, rolled over the horse, and walked onto the ground with a long spear, heading towards the city.

"Ha, hehe!" Yang Huzi sneered twice. He looked at Feng Yuanyi's back, and his eyes were full of sarcasm. He didn't expect that he would regret it, but he might be of some use to him.

"Thank you for me." It's Your Majesty, not your father.

It seemed as if I had known that things would be a little worse than others' wishes, Feng Yuanyi turned around and nodded slightly: "It's everyone's fault, but as a minister, you still have to follow everyone's mind."

If the king wants his minister to die, he will have to die.

The soldiers under his command took the horse, protected Yang Huzi and put them on the horse's back, and dozens of riders headed towards the city gate at the end of Zhuque Street.

In a blink of an eye, except for the hundreds of north and south yamen constables on both sides of the road, only Feng Yuanyi was left. He turned his head slightly and looked at the roof.
Chapter completed!