No one can get close to his body, the big knife in the hands of Xiang Minghou is like a sickle from hell, and a person's head under the big knife is like cutting leeks.
Killing God, that kind of death anger and calm murderous aura makes people feel terrified even at a glance.
"Xiang Minghou, calm down."
No one dared to approach, only to appease his emotions.
Xiang Minghou held a big knife, reined in the reins, and the horse headed towards the imperial study room. Jin Yiwei wrapped him in a circle and kept retreating.
The horse's iron hoof stepped on the bluestone slab, making a loud sound.
Da da da da every step seems to be stepping on the apex of everyone's heart.
When the horse took a step, they became nervous.
Emperor Beili came to inquire, and what he saw was a scene that was about to explode, and there were corpses behind him.
"Hou Xiang Minghou, you are so courageous." A roar followed.
Hang Minghou looked coldly at Emperor Bei Li, his eyes were cold without any warmth, he flicked his sword, blocking Jin Yiwei who was not far in front of him, and was sent flying by his internal force.
Immediately, there were screams.
"Xiang Minghou!" Beili Emperor was furious.
Being so arrogant in front of him, does he really care about everything?
"It was you who ordered the killing of my daughter, Your Majesty, I have fought against Marquis Ming for Beili for more than ten years, and what I got in return was the tragic death of my son, Majesty, what do you want from my minister?" Xiang Minghou's eyes were filled with grief, and anger was burning.
"I don't need to explain to anyone what I do. As a courtier, I broke into the palace and started killing you. If I don't kill you today, what is the emperor's prestige?" Emperor Beili wanted to kill.
Turning his sword towards Minghou, he didn't pay attention to Bei Li's fury at all.
"Since the king doesn't miss his ministers, the ministers don't need to work for the emperor. Today I want to avenge my daughter for my daughter."
"Come here, kill him." Beili Emperor was furious.
Jin Yiwei received the order, did not dare to retreat, and went up with his sword.
Xiang Minghou flipped the broadsword in his hand, and flew off the horse. The long sword in his hand was like a sharp weapon of a magic weapon. Those who approached were bloody.
Bright red splashed on his face, making him feel numb.
He never thought that one day the big knife in his hand would be swung at the people of Beili, and he never thought that the emperor he believed in would turn right and wrong in such a way that he would allow the royal soldiers to kill his children.
He can't even hold on to his own child, what else can he hold on to?
Xiang Minghou killed the red eye, his dark face was full of chills, his face and body were splashed with hot blood.
Emperor Beili never doubted the strength of Marquis Xiang Ming. Hundreds of people besieged him, and half of them were killed or injured in a short time. His murderous aura was like a living **** king.
At this time, Emperor Beili finally understood why the border guarded by Marquis Xiangming would scare the enemy country and dare not invade.
A general like this should be born to fight on the battlefield and open up territory for the country.
Unfortunately…
Those who have no reverence for the emperor cannot be kept or used, and can only be killed to avoid future troubles.
"Your Majesty, the Eighth Prince has woken up." The **** rushed to report.
Emperor Bei Li flashed joy, but before he could say anything, his face became gloomy again. He had already seen the man who stumbled over.
"You can't even look at a person, what's the use of you." He angrily reprimanded.
"Your majesty, the eighth prince... the eighth prince...his eyes turned red." The **** looked terrified.
"What did you say?"
Emperor Beili was surprised, and raised his foot to meet Sang Zhi.
Sangzhi came, there was no emotion on his fair face, only those red eyes were so conspicuous that people dare not look directly at them.
