Zhu Lingxu's face changed slightly, while Chen You, Yan Liulang and others looked a little shocked and confused.

Zhu Lingxu turned his head instantly and saw Ouyang Lianghan, who was holding the horse, frowning slightly with a thoughtful look on his face.

The air at the city gate was dead silent for a while.

Ouyang Rong suddenly understood and turned to look at Zhu Lingxu.

But in the next moment, Zhu Lingxu, who was very close to the city gate, had a fierce look on his face. He drew out the cold short blade from Chen You's waist next to him, and rushed out like a cheetah, straight towards Ouyang Rong who was holding the horse in front of him.

throat.

While he was using his bare hands, the dagger shining coldly in Zhu Lingxu's hand slashed across Ouyang Rong's neck.

This scene happened in a room of lightning and flint, and no one was prepared.

Zhu Lingxu, who had been planning this attack for a long time, vaguely saw Ouyang Rong's panicked eyes from the corner of his eye.

At this moment, his face was filled with a look of fierce pleasure.

Instead of waiting for Ouyang Lianghan to react and be arrested and interrogated, or for Wang Lengran and others to be imprisoned and take the blame, it would be better to kill Ouyang Lianghan, his enemy, and then flee on horseback. This is the real way to survive...

Zhu Lingxu was relieved to feel the blockage when the dagger in his hand touched the skin of Ouyang Rong's neck. According to years of experience, it would definitely penetrate the flesh in an instant, cutting his throat and causing blood.

However, what happened next made the battle-hardened Zhu Lingxu a little confused.

After the stagnation was felt, the short sword in his hand broke into four pieces with a "click" sound and flew into the air. The cross-sections of each piece were neat and smooth. However, Ouyang Rong's neck was scratched by the short blade, leaving only

The next red mark.

Could it be that this guy has an indestructible Buddhist body?

Wait, this dagger doesn't have an edge, so it's broken!

Zhu Lingxu lowered his head and looked at the broken sword in his hand with shock and indignation.

In front of him, the panicked expression of the young man holding the horse who was attacked and killed instantly calmed down. As if he had finally waited for something, Ouyang Rong drew out his moonlight sword and silently walked towards Zhu Lingxu.

Zhu Lingxu raised his head sharply, filled with grief and anger: "There is something wrong with this sword, you... you did it on purpose, you are just trying to be cool!"

Chen You hung the scabbard on his waist, led his soldiers to surround him, and said loudly: "Fearing the crime, he fled, attacked and killed the guard, violated the prohibition, and according to the city regulations, he will be executed without mercy!"

The sword flashed.

Zhu Lingxu's right forearm flew out.

The long sword in Ouyang Rong's hand shines like a waterfall, not stained by an inch of blood.

"Ah——! Ouyang Lianghan, what are you going to do? I am still the former military commander and the governor of Hongzhou! You are not qualified to kill first and then show off. Ah——! My hand, you... don't come here..."

He screamed in pain, covered his arms and backed away, shouting at the top of his lungs.

Ouyang Rong ignored him and advanced with his sword. He kicked Zhu Lingxu over, who was staggering with a broken arm, and stepped on the side of his face with his boot. Zhu Lingxu's eyes were as big as copper bells, and the original angry eyes were quickly replaced by fear.

Cry:

"I plead guilty, I plead guilty. I plead guilty to the vanguard matter! I am willing to accept the trial..."

Ouyang Rong lowered his head, held the sword in both hands, and raised it three feet above his head.

Just at this moment, on the street in the distance, the figures of Wang Lengran, Li Li, personal guard Miyin Toutuo and others appeared and rushed towards them.

Behind the crowd, the figures of Rong Zhen and other female officials could be faintly seen.

Regarding the scene that was happening at the city gate ahead, the newly arrived people looked extremely shocked.

"Wait a minute, Ouyang Lianghan, what are you doing? How dare you defeat the superior!"

Looking for someone all over the city, Wang Lengran was running around like an ant on a hot pot, waving his hands and shouting, and making excuses in a hurry:

"Hurry up and put down your sword. This matter is still doubtful and must be held for trial. It must be held for trial!"

The defection of Zhu Yuheng's vanguard has already happened. Even if Zhu Lingxu cannot be saved, His Majesty the King of Wei must be left with someone who will plead guilty and take the blame to bear His Majesty's wrath!

"Master!" the Persian businessman glared at Miyin Toutuo.

The latter chanted Amitabha, shrunk down to an inch, and his figure took ten steps in an instant, rushing toward the city gate like lightning and flint, and saved people with his sword.

Xie Lingjiang's clothes were flying, he turned over vigorously, jumped down from the top of the city, rushed to stop Miyin Tutuo, and she asked crisply at the same time:

"Zhu Lingxu sent the vanguard in vain, and now he has defected. The gang cooperated to attack the city defense. Is the female history conniving at this?"

A beautiful figure in palace attire instantly appeared in front of Miyin Tutuo and Xie Lingjiang, who was about to fall into a disadvantage. She stopped the confrontation with her delicate hands and said coldly:

"Both of you, don't move."

At the same time, Rong Zhen looked back with an eyebrow and coldly ordered from a distance: "Ouyang Lianghan, put down your sword first..."

Ouyang Rong turned a deaf ear, or in other words, he did listen to the advice and put down...the sword!

He directly cut off the head of Zhu Lingxu who dared to attack the guard. Holding the head of Zhu Lingxu who refused to rest in peace, he turned around and faced everyone.

Wang Lengran, Li Li and others stopped slowly, their eyes widened in shock.

The pupils of the girl in royal attire, who had always been cold and cold, shrank sharply, and her painted eyes reflected the figure of a frail scholar with a sword and his head raised under the bloody city gate:

Under the gaze of everyone, this "weak scholar figure" casually threw his head at everyone's feet, raised his hand and wiped a handful of warm blood splashing on his calm face, looked around, and saw the black blood falling from his forehead.

The long hair, combined with the bloody face, red and black, make his face as red and dazzling as the face of a cold and sacrificial priest of a primitive tribe.

This touch of red dazzles the whole audience!

He nodded:

"If you disobey the city's rules, the general and the common people will be killed!"

The whole place was silent.
Chapter completed!