Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 21 What is the surname of the world (Five)

Zhang Chong felt that his lower abdomen was throbbing constantly, which made him even wonder if the servant had taken the wine on both tables wrong.

Of course he knew that it was impossible. But Wang Mang said that his plan was unavoidable, so he naturally couldn't help but feel nervous.

Zhang Chong was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

"Photograph...Photograph the Emperor..."

"To be honest, Qimenlang, I think it's better to be more direct. Since you and I know that this is a Hongmen banquet, then you should go to the main dishes as soon as possible." Wang Mang smiled and gently buckled the table in front of him with his fingers. His voice was crisp. It sounded like Huang Zhong Dalu in Zhang Chong's ears: "After all, we don't have much time."

Wang Mang sat upright on the table, and even his position had never moved. However, in Zhang Chong's eyes, his figure seemed to be pressing over the giant mountain.

In the court, Zhang Chong had seen Wang Mang countless faces, but never felt anything special. And when he sat facing Wang Mang so head-on and faced life and death directly, he realized that he was completely overwhelmed by the man in front of him in his aura.

Wang Mang's face always had a smile and an indifferent expression. It was as if he was urging him to call Zhang Chong up as soon as possible, not the twenty-two dead men who wanted to kill him, but the dancer who was having a banquet for fun.

Zhang Chong clenched his fists tightly, and even let himself hear the sound of the plaid joints. After a long time, he finally relaxed.

He suddenly laughed.

Perhaps Wang Mang already knew that he was going to kill him today.

But no matter what he had, Zhang Chong didn't believe it. He only brought one guard and came to the banquet alone. He could really live out of his house.

Zhang Chong tightened the wine glass in his hand and slammed heavily on the ground.

"Wang Mang! You are seeking death!"

Wang Mang looked at the wine glass rolling on the ground, and although he had a smile on his face, his eyes were always cold.

Wang Mu, who was beside him, was still young and was not calm. Since he knew that it would be a life-and-death battle later, he was still a little nervous.

But a heavy and powerful hand was pressed on his shoulder at the right time.

"It's okay, it's over soon...it's over. You and I are just bystanders."

Wang Mang beside him showed a confident smile at him.

With Zhang Chong throwing the cup, several soldiers wearing heavy armor suddenly flashed outside the door. At the same time, the screen behind the hall was instantly pushed down, and several men in civilians rushed towards Wang Mang with long swords in hand.

However, Zhang Chong also sat on the seat without moving.

He did everything he should do, and he no longer needed to move, no matter what the result was.

If he could kill Wang Mang, he would win this game.

And if Wang Mang cannot be killed, even if he runs out of the banquet hall and the house, can he run out of the Chang'an City?

He just needs to sit on the table and watch quietly.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall was so weird that it was almost weird.

On one side, there were warriors running wildly from both sides, moving like rabbits.

On the other side, there were three people sitting opposite each other across the banquet hall, motionless, and staring at each other, as quiet as a virgin.

"Han Zhuo, it's your performance time."

Wang Mang called out softly. But before he spoke, the young man behind him had already disappeared from his original position.

At an electric speed, he rushed towards the closest screen and then rushed out of the common swordsmen.

The border areas of Bingzhou are already strong in the people, and with the Hu and Han hu living together, almost everyone has martial arts.

These four people were recruited by Zhang Chong in Bingzhou for a large sum of money. The most famous ranger in the local area and the best swordsman.

Before the incident, Zhang Chong had already explained to them clearly that there was only one target, that was Wang Mang's head. Apart from that, nothing had to be paid attention to.

Seeing Han Zhuo rushing towards him, the four rangers did not rush forward, but three of them met Han Zhuo, while the other turned around and planned to bypass Han Zhuo and continue to rush towards Wang Mang.

Since Wang Mang does not know martial arts, even if he can hold the man in black for a moment and let his companions take off Wang Mang's head, that would be enough.

Wang Mang looked coldly at the three rangers who rushed towards him, and the three who were rushing towards him were already close. The heavy armored soldiers at the entrance of the hall on the left were also rushing over, only a few dozen steps away.

However, he remained unmoved and did not act in evasion at all.

The long swords in the hands of the three rangers facing Han Zhuo poked out like a poisonous snake, taking the lower abdomen and the throat.

However, they were not fast enough.

Three screams of terrible screams, three long swords like poisonous snakes, just pierced the way, and then fell down like a dejected loss of life and landed on the ground.

Because there was a shallow wound on the throats of the three rangers. The flesh was not deep, and they were just cutting the trachea. However, such wounds were enough to send away their lives.

Han Zhuo was unwilling to waste a little effort.

A sword stabbed out and penetrated the throats of the three people in front of him. Han Zhuo didn't even take a look, and then turned around.

Even though the remaining ranger heard the screams of the three companions behind him, he could no longer care about looking back.

As long as you can kill Wang Mang in front of you, you will lose your life and it is not worth cherishing.

The long sword suddenly stabbed out and grabbed Wang Mang's chest.

Even Wang Mu could not help but let out a short and panic cry from his throat, but Wang Mang was still sitting upright, without even trembling with his hands.

The tip of the sword flashed past and came out of his chest, covered with blood.

However, it was not Wang Mang who was pierced, but the last commoner.

At the critical moment, Han Zhuo's sword was one step faster, piercing from behind, and penetrated straight into his chest.

The Ranger's sword was less than an inch away from Wang Mang's chest. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could never extract any strength from his body and let the sword tip move forward in a slight way.

As soon as Han Zhuo's long sword was pierced, he immediately pulled it out and walked forward, and no longer looked back at the four rangers falling behind him.

The ranger who was finally penetrated through his chest was enough strength to raise his eyes and glanced at the young man in black for the last time.

“So…quick…”

This is a fast sword that he had never seen or even imagined in his life.

However, his sigh was still unable to say it.

More than ten heavily armored soldiers rushed in from the front door were Zhang Chong's subordinate guards.

The Qimen Guard was the personal army of the Emperor of Han, and the target of loyalty was naturally the court. However, Zhang Chong had been in the position of Qimen Lang for more than ten years, but he still saved up some of his own family and attracted some loyal subordinates who were willing to serve him.

The fifteen guards of the period were already fully covered. The first five people were holding ring-headed swords and rushed towards Wang Mang. The ten people behind were holding halberds, blocking the door of the hall tightly and moving forward steadily.

After the four rangers were killed, the five guards in front of him had already rushed to Wang Mang.

It’s a pity that they are facing Han Zhuo.

After all, wearing heavy armor, the five sword guards were far less speed than those of the Northland Rangers just now. Han Zhuo did not even leapt and ran anymore, but just carried a long sword in his hand and walked towards the door step by step.

The first ring-headed knife was slashed heavily, but Han Zhuo did not dodge. The light long sword was slid upwards, and the moment it came into contact with the heavy blade, there was no sound of collision.

The long sword was attached to the blade like a lover caressing it, and finally drew an arc and threw it away to one side.

And the moment he threw it away, the sword edge also slashed across the throat of the guard of that period.

Blood spurted out like a fountain. The guard of the Immigration Department held his throat tightly, and his eyes showed an incredible look, and he slowly knelt on the ground.

Han Zhuo's steps did not stop, and he still stepped forward step by step. His steps were stable and strange rhythm, like a dance, stepping on everyone's heart in the hall.

No matter what direction or angle the attacked ring-headed sword was, Han Zhuo had only one move - swinging the sword against the flirting.

Wang Mu was stunned.

Although the teacher Wang Mang has absolute confidence, he does not have the same confidence. He is willing to accompany the teacher, but just comes with the intention of betting on a bet.

After all, if the teacher dies, he will definitely not be able to live alone.

And it was not until now that he understood where the teacher's confidence came from.

All five sword guards have died on the ground, and each of them is the simplest way to seal the throat with one sword.
Chapter completed!