The yellow sand rolls in the west wind, and the mountains cover the sunset.
I don’t know what’s going on in the ancient city of Dali today. The city gates that were supposed to be bustling and bustling are now tightly closed, and soldiers in armor can be seen walking solemnly on the city walls.
Even though they were hundreds of meters apart, Yue Laosan and Yun Zhonghe could sense the unprovoked murderous intent in the city in front of them.
"Boss, is he really the Prince Yanqing of Dali?"
Yun Zhonghe saw Duan Yanqing in the distance walking staggeringly towards the ancient city of Dali, leaning on crutches like a beggar. There was still some disbelief in Yun Zhonghe's eyes.
"I think what the boss said must be the truth."
"I also remember that the boss often searched for relevant information about Dali Kingdom when he was in the First Grade Hall."
"Now that I think about it, the boss joined Xixia Yipintang. In addition to obtaining martial arts secrets, he was probably also using Xixia Yipintang to find out about the situation of Dali Junior High School in the hope of returning to Dali."
"The boss has become a martial arts master, and he takes the three of me on the road day and night. He must be aware that he has the strength to ascend to the great treasure again!"
Seeing Duan Yanqing's rather heavy steps, Ye Erniang had a look of expectancy on her face.
When Duan Yanqing revealed his identity earlier, he promised her that as long as he returned to Dabao, he would use the power of the whole country to help her find her son.
"I don't care about the identity of the boss. I'm just worried about whether the boss's actions are too dangerous now."
"I can hear shouts of death from Dali City even from this far away. Something must have happened in Dali City. Now that the boss is rushing into the city alone, he won't be shot directly by the soldiers on the wall, right?"
Unlike Ye Erniang and Yun Zhonghe who were struggling with Duan Yanqing's identity, Yue Laosan looked at the figure in the distance with a bit of worry in his eyes.
Although Yue Laosan knew that Duan Yanqing had become a martial arts master, he had never seen Duan Yanqing take action after becoming a master. Looking at the sight of the big city, the person in front of him was clearly worried in his eyes.
Who would have thought that Yue Laosan, who was known as a ferocious god in the world, would show such a worried look if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes?
"Perhaps the boss will reveal his identity and the city gate will be opened directly to him?"
There was no trace of worry on Yun Zhong's face, and when he looked at the ancient city of Dali in front of him, there was only a vague and gloomy look in his eyes.
At this time, Yanqing seemed like a crippled beggar, only slowly moving towards Dali City.
When he was three hundred meters away from Dali City, he could clearly see that Duan Yanqing's eyes were extremely complicated at this moment, including excitement, anxiety, hatred, nostalgia, and anger.
It is difficult for ordinary people to imagine suffering, and they have no way of knowing that human eyes can be so complicated.
As far as Duan Yanqing was concerned, he just thought of Yang Yizhen's forced marriage five years ago.
At that time, Yang Yizhen, a powerful official in Dali, led troops into the palace and forced his father to surrender to Emperor De. Just because he said a few more words, his legs were broken and even his face was completely disfigured.
If Duan Yanqing hadn't been so lucky, he probably would have died on that day five years ago.
No, to ordinary people, Prince Yanqing disappeared from the world five years ago. Wasn't he a dead person?
In the past five years, he has been in the Xixia Yipin Hall and has been paying attention to Dali's intelligence every day.
Seeing the intelligence that Yang Yizhen treated Emperor Shangde as a puppet, and seeing Emperor Shangde die inexplicably, Yang Yizhen supported Duan Shouhui to become the Emperor of Dali, Duan Yanqing felt like his heart was being eaten by thousands of ants.
It was also because of this hatred that he was able to go from a crippled beggar with little knowledge of martial arts to the number one villain in Xixia Yipin Hall in five years.
It's not that his martial arts talent is really good, it's just that he has a blood feud, and he feels like he is falling into the hell of swords every day, and his heart is like a knife twisting every night.
This is also the reason why Duan Yanqing wants to become a martial arts master even though he knows life and death are uncertain and knows how long he will burn.
Just because he has so much hatred in his heart that even the yellow spring water cannot wash it away!
He had received information a few days ago that Yang Yizhen and Duan Shouhui, the Shangming Emperor whom he supported, were already at odds with each other. Listening to the increasingly clear shouts of killing in the city at this moment, Duan Yanqing could not guess that Yang Yizhen was afraid of a complete break with Duan Shouhui.
Whether it was Yang Yizhen or Duan Shouhui, Duan Yanqing only had strong hatred in his heart.
He hated Yang Yizhen for turning him from the prince of a country into a disfigured beggar, and hated Duan Shouhui for usurping his seat and taking the throne of Dali that should have been his.
"All grudges will be settled today!"
"It's mine, no one can take it away!"
Looking at the ancient city of Dali in the distance, Duan Yanqing only had an expression that was neither crying nor smiling. The next moment, his body was like a ghost, and he was nearly ten feet away with one step.
Originally there was still more than 300 meters of Dali City Wall, but when he took a few breaths and looked again, Duan Yanqing was almost close to the city wall.
"Enemy attack!"
There were people on the city wall paying attention to Duan Yanqing early in the morning, but previously Duan Yanqing was just a disabled beggar, and the soldiers on the city wall didn't take it seriously even if they saw him.
But those people on the city wall never thought that the crippled beggar suddenly turned into an evil ghost Shura and rushed towards the city gate in a moment.
There were soldiers in scale armor on the city wall who finally reacted and screamed in surprise.
As soon as the sound of enemy attack fell, there were dozens of people on the city wall busy with bows and arrows. When they saw the invisible figure under the city wall, the soldiers on the city wall became commotion again.
"Shoot him! Shoot him!"
The shouts of death in the city became more and more clear to Duan Yanqing. Someone on the city wall seemed to realize something and made such a roar.
When the sound resounded through the city wall, the soldiers guarding the city did not hesitate. The soldiers with bent bows and arrows released their arrows in an instant.
But in just a moment, Duan Yanqing had already rushed to the bottom of the city wall. Although the arrows on the city wall were fast, they could only reach the position where Duan Yanqing was standing.
When Duan Yanqing stood in front of the city gate, he saw the heavy city gate in front of him again. Duan Yanqing turned around again. Before all the soldiers on the city wall had recovered, they saw the figures under the city wall rising like a roc.
This figure's Qinggong must be extremely high. This city wall was four to five feet high. Duan Yanqing only made two movements of the iron knee to climb onto the city wall like this.
The sound of wind was blowing, and the three to five hundred soldiers on the city wall stared blankly at Duan Yanqing in front of them. It was not that they had never seen warriors in the martial arts, but the speed of movement like a strong wind was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
"Kill him, he is an accomplice of the traitors in the city!"
The soldiers on the city wall stared blankly at the disabled beggar in front of them, but when the city guard saw that Duan Yanqing was heading into the city without stopping for a moment, the guard took the lead and raised his sword to kill Duan Yanqing.
Following the defensive movements, the soldiers surrounding the city wall came to their senses again. Although they were surprised by Duan Yanqing's speed, at this moment the soldiers raised their knives and spears, and just handed the knives to Duan Yanqing.
But the weirdness of the crippled beggar in front of him was beyond imagination. He was obviously armed with weapons, but Duan Yanqing did not dodge or dodge, he only waved the iron crutch in his hand to point at the guard.
Another scream was heard on the city wall, and the next moment it exploded into red and white. When he looked at Duan Yanqing again, he clearly saw that Duan Yanqing was resisting dozens of weapons with his body.
As the iron crutch was swung, the soldiers blocking the road in front of Duan Yanqing could only scream. Everything happened in just one or two breaths. When the soldiers on the city wall came to their senses, all they saw was Duan Yanqing falling from the city wall like a hawk. .
The place where Duan Yanqing stood before was nothing but a stream of blood, with twenty or thirty people screaming in agony. When he looked at the guard who was making noises, the horror spread in his heart instantly. There was nothing on the guard's neck, and the surrounding area was stained with red and white.
"I have three feet of true energy to protect my body. The swords and weapons can't hurt me at all. I can break rocks with my movements, just like the most powerful person in the world!"
"But I don't want to be a big evil, I just want to turn into an evil Shura ghost, an evil Shura ghost crawling out of hell!"
"Come here to take back everything you have!"
Seeing blood suddenly, hearing the constant shouts of killing in his ears, and seeing soldiers fighting in blood everywhere in the city, the resentment that Duan Yanqing had held in his heart for several years finally burst out.
He first whispered such words, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were actually scarlet?
The disabled beggar and the prince of a country were fighting each other with swords and weapons, finally detonating the boiling murderous intention in Duan Yanqing's heart.
At this moment, Duan Yanqing seemed to be possessed, his stiff face was only pulled at a strange angle, and he vaguely seemed to have turned into the disabled beggar again, only hobbling, one step at a time.
But the strange thing is that as Duan Yanqing staggered into the killing field, a trail of scarlet blood began to drag out from behind him. In the blood stain, broken limbs and broken arms could be seen, and some soldiers screamed in agony.
He, he is really like a demon at this moment!
Those soldiers, no matter who came close to him, their bodies and heads would be separated in a moment, and they would wither and fall in an instant.
The atmosphere can really infect a person.
In the middle of the killing field, Duan Yanqing seemed to want to vent all the bitter hatred in his heart over the years. Whether it was Yang Yizhen's soldiers or Duan Shouhui's soldiers, anyone who stood in front of him would only die.
He was like an evil Shura ghost, obviously just stumbling, but the streets he walked through were only silent.
I don't know when Duan Yanqing's clothes were dyed blood red. The disabled beggar dragged two iron crutches, like an evil ghost walking out of hell, seeking revenge on this world!
Gradually, the shouts of killing behind Duan Yanqing gradually weakened, as if the soldiers in the city were frightened by being killed by just one person.
Wherever Duan Yanqing looked, he saw a troop of thousands of soldiers and horses, which were shouting and killing at the gate of the imperial city in front of them. At the very back of the soldiers and horses, another man wearing scales and armor could be seen.
When Duan Yanqing's figure came here, whether it was the soldiers in the imperial city who were fighting on the eaves of the high wall or the soldiers who were holding a huge log and rushing against the city gate, they could only clearly feel the coldness on their necks. It was so cold that the hairs on my back grew thicker.
Thousands of people on the entire battlefield all turned their eyes as if they were feeling something, watching the crippled beggar hobbling over with blood-red traces and an iron crutch.
At this moment, the most intense battlefield was stopped for just a moment because of Duan Yanqing!
When Duan Yanqing saw the army horse in front of him, his eyes only fell on the rear of the army horse.
There, there was a man wearing scales and armor.
When he saw the familiar face of the man wearing scales and armor, Duan Yanqing had a stiff and devilish smile on his face. He didn't even open his mouth. From the space, there was a thunderous roar that was about to spread. .
"Prince Yanqing, I'm here to invite Yang Yizhen to enter the endless hell!"
