In just a moment, Tang Xi took back the killing field. She was still the soft girl, with a stupid hair standing on her soft hair, a smile on her lips, and shallow dimples on both sides of her cheeks. Tang Xi looked at the girl lying on the ground. There was a flash of amusement in the eyes when many ministers were sweating.
He said the most heart-wrenching words in a soft and sweet voice, "No way, I haven't even released my martial spirit, why are you so tired that you are lying on the ground? I am just a saint in the Spirit Hall with no real power. !”
Tang Xi knocked his head slightly in annoyance, and the amusement in his eyes was revealed without any concealment. He expressed a naked meaning in and out of his words: You guys are not as powerful as a little girl like me.
The words he just said hit the minister with the evil-looking eyebrows hard. Although he couldn't beat him, it didn't stop him from glaring at Tang Xi with his hateful eyes.
Xue Qinghe came over and rubbed Tang Xi's hair in a funny way, even the corners of his eyes were smiling, "My Xiao Xi is so awesome."
Xue Ke was stunned for a moment while watching the interaction between the two. Her royal brother looked at the other girl with doting eyes, just like they did before, but unfortunately... they can't go back.
After praising Tang Xi, Xue Qinghe turned his attention to the group of people in front of him, and instantly retracted the smile on his lips, his eyes were gloomy and cold, and he said in a somewhat impatient tone, "Stop pretending, I'm so tired. "
When the conversation changed, Xue Qinghe's eyes stayed on Xue Ke for a moment, and he looked at her steadily and said: "Princess Xue Ke united with the noble ministers to lead the rebellion. Today, she was killed by thousands of arrows piercing her heart. The rest of the noble ministers died. In the middle of a duel." This simple sentence carries a sense of oppression that cannot be seen directly between emperors.
One sentence determines life and death.
Xue Ke's face turned pale. She never expected that Xue Qinghe would be so heartless. Marshal Ge Long was the first to react and immediately pulled Xue Ke and ran towards the gate. He turned to the stunned ministers and said: "Quickly go! Join the reinforcements outside the palace!"
The moment Marshal Ge Long stepped out of the door, he immediately took out the fireworks tube from his waist, pulled the switch, and with a "bang", the fireworks bloomed in the sky like a meteor falling from the sky.
Most of the ministers hurried out of the door after realizing the horror of Tang Xi, while some dissatisfied ministers stood there cursing.
With a creak, the door of the conference hall closed automatically. Marshal Ge Long subconsciously pulled Xue Ke and ran towards the outside of the palace. He didn't care whether the ministers inside could get out. His intuition told him that if he wanted to ensure that Xue Ke If the princess is safe, she must run!
He had previously contacted the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. Leader Ning supported him and was expected to arrive soon to support him. Princess Xueke also persuaded Shrek Academy to side with them. In addition, he brought Of the 5,000 elite soldiers, there is only one titled Douluo on the Xueqinghe side. The winning rate in today's forced palace is very high.
After the door of the conference hall was closed, Xue Qinghe stretched out the six-winged wings on his back, and the wings swayed "thump, thump". White feathers fell from the air, and the sacred light illuminated the horrified faces of everyone.
Xue Qinghe reached out to cover Tang Xi's eyes, and said with a gentle face, "Be good, the next scene will be bloody, don't look at it."
A tall man hesitated and couldn't say a complete sentence, "You...who are you? Shouldn't the Tiandou royal family be swans? How can they have wings?"
Xue Qinghe tilted his head and chuckled, "Unfortunately, I don't talk nonsense to dead people."
The next moment, a burst of golden flames ignited on the sly-eyed minister, and he suddenly let out bursts of cries, "Ah - it's so hot!" He rolled on the ground in fear and tried to put out the flames, and howled in pain from his mouth. There was more blood and fallen black skin on the ground...
"Ahhh! Let me out!"
"let me out!"
"Your Majesty, please spare me! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
Golden flames began to ignite on every noble minister, and cries, despair, and calls for help filled every corner of the conference hall.
Bloody palm prints and scratches on the door, and fragments of tables and chairs flew into the bodies of the frightened people. Only Xue Qinghe and Tang Xi were avoided. Black blood and burnt corpses were still everywhere on the ground. Smells disgustingly.
(End of chapter)
