V2.Chapter 89

When the city was broken, the Forbidden Army of the Ming Dynasty fought to the death, resisting the soldiers of the Han Dynasty. The order had collapsed, and the inside and outside of the imperial city had fallen into complete chaos.

The guards in the palace were also greatly weakened, and the screams and howls of maids and eunuchs were everywhere.

Suddenly, the Emperor Wuchang hugged Wen Long's thigh, as if grasping a life-saving straw, and tearfully said: "Brother, please help, turn the tide from the fallen, and help the building from the collapse!"

Emperor Wenlong twisted a black chess piece in his right hand, his eyes fell on the sky above the imperial city, he shook his head and sighed softly: "The blood energy is condensed into beacon fire, and the wind will not disperse. There are such master masters in the Han army. It seems that today's game , it is irreparable..."

Several masters in the hall couldn't stand still, they all clasped their fists and said: "The Han army breaks through the city, and the imperial city is bound to be in chaos. Please change your robes and prepare to break through!"

This great inner master, defending the emperor Longjia, and his martial arts are the best in the world, so he is naturally not an ordinary person.

However, Tiandao Song Que went straight in with a sword, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and no one in the hall dared to look directly at him. Wherever the omnidirectional light of the knife passed, the heads of more than a dozen masters flew up into the sky.

The peerless master who was so powerful in the martial arts in the past couldn't even pull out the sword in front of the Heavenly Sword, so he died on the spot!

"Your Excellency... good sword skills."

Emperor Wenlong sighed softly, and said: "These people were also used by the Emperor of Han. It seems that the collapse of the Ming Dynasty was really due to the number of days."

When Song Que saw Emperor Wenlong, he cupped his hands and said, "His Majesty the Holy Emperor has rushed from Tianshan to Zhongzhou, and he will go to the imperial city to preside over the overall situation soon. The Ming Dynasty is over, and your majesty is extraordinary. Why don't you conform to the current situation and surrender the whole country?"

Brothers Wuchang and Wenlong look very similar. After Song Que joined the dynasty, he was used to the destruction of countries, but he was also surprised by it.

"Bold and lunatic, if you speak rudely, you will die!"

An old man in a black Taoist robe standing behind Emperor Wenlong cursed angrily with his halberd and shot brazenly.

The Taoist robe fluttered, and when one could see that this person's movement was extremely fast, he was like a crane rushing across the hall, clasping his hands towards Song Que's temples in the shape of a crane.

"Small tricks."

Song Que's body was like a mountain, standing in the main hall, he remained motionless, only when his claws approached three feet in front of his forehead, the wide sleeves of his robe moved.

A ray of sword glow suddenly bloomed!

Blood flashes!

The Heavenly Knife had split Xuanhe's body in half. One of the four elders beside the emperor, like a crane with broken wings, fell from the sky, and it was impossible to survive.

"Under one move, Xuanhe died, what kind of martial arts is this!?"

The rest of the three elders broke out in a cold sweat. They focused on guarding against Song Que, but they didn't dare to act rashly.

Xuan He was born in Wudang, but became famous forty years ago, his seniority is two generations higher than the current head of Wudang, and by chance, he joined the palace as a royal enshrinement.

With his dozens of years of Xuanmen skills, he still can't take Song Que's knife! ?

Everyone in the hall trembled, and no one could clearly see the brilliance of that path just now.

"You are not an opponent, so let's back down."

Emperor Wenlong raised his hand, pressed it out of emptiness, signaled everyone to retreat, and sighed: "In the rivers and lakes, when did such a swordsman appear? It is far above the North Drinking Crazy Saber King Nie, who fought in a hundred thousand troops. I'm afraid I'm just strolling around in the courtyard, coming and going as I please..."

Song Que's gaze fell on Emperor Wenlong like a knife, and he said in a deep voice, "Compared to His Majesty the Holy Emperor, my martial arts is like the light of a firefly compared to a bright moon. You also have unique skills, so why not surrender early. Your Majesty forgives me, and I will surely succeed." Forgive you."

Wen Long wondered: "You admire the Great Han Emperor so much, it seems that he is the number one master in the world, and I suddenly want to make a bet with him."

"What bet?"

"If he can catch my move, even if he wins, the hundreds of thousands of soldiers of Ming Dynasty will disarm and surrender immediately, and he will be allowed to sit on this dragon seat..."

Emperor Wenlong slowly stood up from the red gold panlong chair. With piercing eyes, he said loudly, "If he loses, the Han army will withdraw from Zhongzhou immediately and never invade Ming Dynasty. How about dividing the two countries into north and south?"

The last question was sent out with internal force, but it was not directed at Song Que, as if he was looking up to ask the sky.

The Emperor Wuchang hastily persuaded: "Brother Emperor, you can't do this, how can Jiangshan Sheji be such a joke!?"

Wen Long was not moved by it at all, but said indifferently: "Oh? Can you have a way to retreat hundreds of thousands of troops?"

The Emperor Wuchang sat down slumped, speechless.

It is often rumored among the people that he is a fatuous emperor, but that may not be the case, but his intelligence is mediocre, and he has more than enough energy to govern China, and he is even more powerless in the face of hundreds of thousands of tigers and wolves.

Emperor Wenlong's howling sound spread violently and echoed endlessly, drowning out the killing sounds in the imperial city.

Strangely, there was a roar of a dragon above the sky, which seemed to be responding.

"Since you have this intention, then I will fight with you."

Amidst the dragon chant, a majestic and deep voice came from the distant sky, from far to near, it rang in the ears of everyone in the hall, and the guards in the palace were terrified.

Hearing his voice but not seeing his person, I couldn't help but feel a kind of subdued thought in my heart. This person's cultivation base is so terrifying that it is unimaginable. Could it be that he is really a fairy in the sky! ?

"Long live the holy emperor, long live your majesty, long live long live!"

"Long live the holy emperor, long live your majesty, long live long live!"

Hearing the sound of the dragon chant resounding over the imperial city, from Commander Lu Xun down, the five tiger generals, and even the hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Han army, solemnly paid the most sincere military salute.

As for the soldiers of the Ming army, they were so shocked that they couldn't be more shocked. Everyone stood there in a daze, looking up at the sky, forgetting what they were doing.

"True dragon!"

"That's the real dragon descending into the world, the emperor of the Great Han came on a dragon!!"

"The Heavenly Emperor of the Immortal Palace is no better than this!"

At this time, the theory of ghosts and gods was the most popular, Liu Hao came driving a real dragon, with the awe-inspiring demeanor of an ancient emperor, everyone's hearts were agitated, and the huge battlefield was unexpectedly silent.

"Welcome Your Majesty!"

The Jin Yiwei in the palace rolled up their cloaks and knelt down on the ground together. The guards of the Daming Palace rushed towards Wenlong's back as if they were facing a formidable enemy, protecting him in the center.

The real dragon raised its head ferociously over the imperial city, roared several times, and finally obeyed Liu Hao's call and perched on the dragon talisman. ....