The fate of the world is always endless. Perhaps, everyone's ending will never be independent. And in the cycle of the world's general trend, the debts owed must be paid, and they must be destined in the dark.

Hundreds of years ago, the former kings of the Great Zhou squad led troops to attack the east as ministers, destroyed another glorious dynasty, and forced the king to commit suicide by burning fire. From then on, in the blink of an eye, it was finally the end of the Ji royal family's turn.

The last choice made by Ji Yuan, the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, was undoubtedly a tragic death of his country. When his life was about to be exhausted, he ordered the blood-shadowed dead soldiers to raise fire to burn the palaces around the Altar of the Country. The secrets on the nine tripods of mountains, rivers and rivers did not belong to this world. Since this is the case, let them perish with this dynasty.

Ji Yuan, who had already died of souls, did not want to care about his affairs after his death. Right and wrong, the sigh of rise and fall had nothing to do with it. At the end, he had already figured out that no matter what kind of identity a person was, death was like a lamp extinguishing, and it was just a matter of being finished.

But some people certainly refused to give up. Looking at the fire that began to ignite, it was a good time to kill and frame people. However, the development of the situation was far beyond their expectations. The fierceness of King Chu Jiangmian of Zhao's King Chu and Jiangmian after drawing the sword was shockingly discolored. It was not until the head of King Lu Qi of Southern Han rolled to his feet that everyone woke up. The young man in front of him was not a docile sheep, but an angry tiger.

Fortunately, he was at the end of his strength. After killing a hundred people, the tiger that fell into the eyes of everyone was covered in bruises. Moreover, at this moment, Shijia, who had been watching for a long time, took the first move. This monster-level figure was naturally extraordinary. Although Chu Jiangmian waved his sword to block his fatal blow, he was shaken by his endless internal force and vomited blood on the spot.

"You kid are indeed very comparable to people. But that's it... die!"

Looking at Chu Jiangmian, who was breathing with a sword on the ground, Shi Jia smiled coldly, and waved the iron hook in his hand to cut off the other party's head. However, his hand was grabbed. A familiar voice sounded in his ears.

"He is my...the revenge of the broken arm should be paid for his life!"

Shi Jia laughed, sure enough, his old brother was right. Of course he should give him this opportunity. So he took a step back and was inseparable from Shi Yi, who had been inseparable from him for many years, held the same weapon in his hand, with his teeth gloomy, and looked at Chu Jiangmian three feet away with a cruel smile.

"Boy! Kowtow to grandpa, I will make you die more happily!"

Chu Jiangmian tried to stand up with difficulty, but his limbs and bones were in great pain. He simply sat on the ground and crossed his sword in front of his knees. He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, and said with a smile.

"I am not as old as your grandson, so I will be spared if I kowtow. If you are filial enough, just crawl over and offer a cup of wine! Hahaha!"

Amid the laughter, he coughed again and vomited a few more mouthfuls of blood. His chest and his clothes were dyed red, and his body seemed extremely weak. Hearing that he was so rude, the two old waiters looked at each other and laughed without being angry.

"You are the first person who is so stubborn when you die. Since that's the case, how can you let you die if you don't suffer enough? Boy, listen carefully! I will first break your limbs and veins, then cut off your arms, legs, and a symbol of man... Let you feel the pain of gradually dying, and finally cut off your head! How about it, are you ready?"

Looking at Shi Yi who was walking over step by step, Chu Jiangmian smiled bitterly, and he had no doubt at all. Of course, this old guy would do what he said. However, he grinned and said in a sarcastic tone.

"You two old monsters, like two old turtles, have been hiding in this palace all their lives. It's so pitiful! I don't understand, what's the difference between living and dying like this? Haha!"

Shi Yi no longer cares about what he said. He has always been a person who does what he says. The pain of the wounded arm added to him by the other party must be repaid ten times. The iron hook in his hand came out of his hand, and the cold light flashed and circled away. He was confident that in this move, he could cut off Chu Jiangmian's whole body tendons and veins, making him unable to survive or die. There have been countless people who have died in his hands over the years. Killing such a young man who has lost his resistance is effortless.

Whether it was Gongzijiu standing on the terrace or the others watching around, they could already foresee what would happen next. King Zhao Chu Jiangmian would definitely die! If he could die more happily in the hands of such a person, it would be considered a blessing!

However, the next moment, a thousand feet of light seemed to rise on the ground. With the loud sound, the sword light surged several feet, slashed in the wind, and the iron hook that condensed Shi Yi's lifelong skills turned into countless pieces, splashing everywhere. His face suddenly changed color, but he could not avoid it. He just watched the sword chop down with the momentum of splitting the earth. How could the mortal body withstand the attack of the young man gathering all his strength? Under the Fengyun Sword, he slashed in half! From head to toe, there was no sluggishness at all.

Most people had not yet figured out what was happening in front of them. In the horrified eyes, they saw a bloody corpse being split in half and falling on the steps. King Zhao, who should have suffered cruel torture, stood there staggeringly, took several steps back, and fell down again. Even though he no longer had the strength to hold on, he kept bleeding from his mouth, but his face was smiling happily.

A mere disabled old man came to kill someone with his teeth and claws. Will he wait to be killed? However, he glanced at the servant armor, whose face had turned black, and his eyes were full of murderous aura. At this point, in front of the more powerful old guy, he might have to wait for death and let him slaughter.

In fact, this is indeed the case. Shi Yi's death finally made Shi Yi completely angry. They were too careless! They were blinded by the illusion that this young man pretended to be. Now, of course, he would not make such a mistake again. Shi Yi completely regarded the other party as an opponent who could fight. He silently concentrated his mind and flew up, and then he made a move that was ever-changing and extremely sharp.

Chu Jiangmian leaned against the palace railings, and only felt the dazzling light of the wind shining, covering him. He smiled bitterly and closed his eyes, unable to fight again, so he just waited for death. In a trance, he heard a loud noise, as if it was the sound of the broken door of the palace. There were many messy sounds of weapons and screams one after another.

Then, he heard a delicate shout, and a sound of piercing the air came. The light and shadow in front of him flashed, and the old voice groaned, and he didn't care about killing him. He raised several feet out of thin air and jumped onto the eaves of the palace. Chu Jiangmian suddenly opened his eyes. He did not look at the figure of Shijia. He crossed the sword and the crowd was surging. Wherever he could see, a man was looking at him, and the crossbow arrow in his hand fell to the ground, bursting with tears, and he could no longer suppress himself.

The fierce battle and killing in Zichen Palace began from this moment. The soldiers of Qi who finally arrived shot and killed all the enemies they encountered regardless of their differences. This was the order of His Royal Highness himself, and they would faithfully execute it. In front of these iron-blooded soldiers, the power gathered by the royal nobles was simply irresistible.

Even the servant armor that jumped onto the eaves was difficult to escape. He never expected that the ability to fly the eaves and walls on weekdays would hurt him at this moment. With the order issued by the cold eyes in the distance staring at him, hundreds of crossbows were aimed at this direction together. Feiteng, like a goshawk in the air, became the most obvious target.

In the blink of an eye, the peerless master with crossbow arrows on his body fell from mid-air and went with his brother. He was not lonely on the road to the underworld.

Chunyu Xian and other nobles, with ashes, began to flee along the edge of the palace with their faces as if they were dead, under the protection of their confidants. The fire and the burning of the scorching sun, and the pursuit of the blades and arrows, they wanted to escape from the Zichen Palace, which had been surrounded by thousands of Qi soldiers, which was more difficult than climbing to the sky.

"Chu Jiangmian...you are so fucking lucky!"

Before escaping into the long corridor, Chunyu Xian, who was in a mess, finally looked back at Chu Jiangmian's figure. He cursed hatefully. But he knew very well in his heart that the situation was hopeless and they had lost the best opportunity. What we need to consider now is how people like us escaped.

At this moment, King Zhao could not hear his curse, nor did he pay attention to these resentful gazes. There was only one person in his eyes, and the other party had only him in his eyes. Amid the fire and shouts of killing, a beautiful woman in military uniform ran over with blood and leaned over to hug his head. Tears fell on his face, with a burning heart-and-pulse pain.

"You're still alive... It's so great!"

Feeling the trembling of that body, Chu Jiangmian felt inexplicably moved. He sat on the ground and gently stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms. The surroundings were filled with blood, but his heart was filled with tenderness.

"Of course I'm still alive! But, I almost had a little danger just now... Haha!"

"What's wrong? You are so seriously injured... Let me see it! Hurry up and call the medical officer!"

Princess Wuyou broke free from his arms, and eagerly checked the wounds on his body. While crying, she was already crying and shouting to go down and call people. However, Chu Jiangmian was hugging her backhand tighter. She could hear the other party whispering with a smile in her ear.

"It's all trauma, it doesn't matter. It's just that the old guy just wanted to hurt it... but it's so dangerous!"

Princess Wuyou was slightly stunned, a little confused about Chu Jiangmian's words. However, the next moment, her face suddenly turned red and bright like the morning glow. Because the hateful guy blinked at a certain part, how could she not understand?!

"You, you... yell!"

Even among millions of people, she forgot to be shy. She just hugged this man tightly, like a treasure that was lost and regained. She would never let go if she was destroyed!
Chapter completed!