The facts developed just as the people of Chang'an had guessed.
Thirty-six riders moved forward.
It's not about how fast it is, it's just about holding down the horse's speed, building momentum, and moving forward with an unstoppable attitude.
In one stick of incense, he broke through eight formations and broke through the interception of more than 100,000 troops.
Their meaning is obvious.
It doesn't matter if I ask you to mobilize troops, or even to mobilize all the soldiers and horses from the camp outside the city.
If I take the next step, I lose.
From Chengtian Gate, to Zhuque Street, then to Taiji Gate, to the imperial road long steps.
Thirty-six riders kept on riding along, riding slowly, like the number one scholar parading through the streets, watching the flowers on horseback.
Instead of galloping, they ran slower and slower.
But, that's why.
That kind of domineering oppression is even more difficult to accept.
Especially in the court hall.
"Isn't this reasonable? My dear friends, who will kill this madman with me?"
Li Shimin was already extremely angry, and there was no smile on his face at this time.
He is the emperor immediately. He has defeated many heroes and conquered many heroes.
Unexpectedly, in the center of the flourishing Tang Dynasty, such humiliation would come.
The opponent's thirty-six cavalry are actually not brutal.
For ordinary soldiers, not even a few were killed.
Some of those who died were only affected and had no intention of breaking their heads.
Even if it is a general who intercepts and kills.
It was only at the beginning that one or two were killed. Most of the more than ten generals who went into battle later were severely beaten and could not afford to be injured. Even the swordsmen did not pursue them.
Kill without killing.
What is not killed is the person, what is killed is the heart.
This posture made Li Shimin feel uncomfortable all over, and even his eyes were slightly blood red.
The king humiliates the minister and dies.
However, you have been humiliated, and these ministers and soldiers are not even qualified to die.
People look down upon it.
This makes people a little helpless.
"Li Shimin, don't you want to kill us? Do you want the good head that came to our door?"
From the opening of the palace door, a clear voice came from afar.
It seems that there is a gaze that looks directly into the main hall and sees the supreme throne sitting high on the 95th.
This is almost an expression of attitude.
provocative.
Chiguoguo's provocation.
I am coming.
I came to it.
If you have the ability, kill one and see.
Thirty-six riders rode up the steps.
Powerful generals flew out of the palace one after another, and civil servants with faint auras appeared one after another.
Amidst the roar of swords and guns, magic light rained down on the sky, and half of the city was turned into light.
The raindrops in the sky were still in the clouds, but were evaporated into thin mist by the strong air.
In front of the palace gate, dozens of people danced like dragons and snakes.
Sometimes I see sword light filling the sky, with five colors crisscrossing the sky, sometimes I see spears and halberds, fire rain and wind blades.
Yang Lin was sitting in the governor's house in Jiangzhou City. He had put down his teacup and took out refined yellow paper with cinnabar on the side and gold pen and ink.
"It's already reached this point. The imperial court has lost all its majesty. Why don't you reveal the truth? Thirty-six fifth-level people are blocked from the palace gate. I feel very embarrassed. I might as well try harder."
While he was cutting paper and drawing with cinnabar, the mysterious energy was integrated into it, attracting the vitality of heaven and earth, with a slight smile on his face.
For a quarter of an hour, he raised his eyes from time to time to look at the scene revealed by the circular light mirror in front of him, while cutting out seventy-two paper figures.
The corners of the mouth are slightly curved.
"Use your strength and attack with force regardless of losses."
…
In front of the palace gate, thirty-six riders suddenly changed their formation.
They formed a wild goose wing formation and shouted in unison.
The sound shook Chang'an.
The sword power was like thunder, and from where the thirty-six people's sword light started, five rays of divine light criss-crossed, and the light suddenly became bright.
The sky and the ground shook together.
The innate earth spirit was born, with a flash of mixed yellow light, red, blue, white and black, shining at the same time...
The palace door collapsed with a bang.
Seven or eight ministers and masters groaned and fell backwards.
"No, they want to attack by force, regardless of life or death."
A civil servant wearing a high crown and a clumsy and cold face shouted suddenly.
"Get into formation and refine the demon."
That's Wei Zheng.
The Golden Dragon Sword was dancing in his hand, and a divine dragon was dancing wildly, moving back and forth, entangling several golden-armored swordsmen, preventing them from escaping.
At the same time, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in the city shook their bodies at the same time, and countless golden light points merged into the air and fell straight on the imperial city, turning into an illusory dragon shape, covering the sky and the earth, and pressing heavily on the thirty-six swordsmen. body.
It makes people feel like they are in a quagmire.
"Feng Tian!"
A swordsman's eyes glowed red, and while he was laughing, he suddenly drew a bright red stream of light, turned his body into a sword, and delivered a stunning blow amidst the roar.
boom……
The whole person exploded, the sword light increased tenfold, and he used his life and soul to strike in a single blow.
Wei Zheng's mid-range Dragon Immortal Sword cracked open, and his body involuntarily stumbled back dozens of steps, and blood spurted out when he opened his mouth.
Before he could react.
Another roar was heard in the ears.
"Overturn the sea!"
The huge waves in front of me looked like all the oceans were turned upside down.
There is also a swordsman in golden armor, with a man and a horse, and his body and sword are integrated into one.
It exploded with a rumble.
Wei Zheng took a long breath and couldn't catch his breath.
Being hit by the blue light wave, his chest, abdomen, and limbs crackled violently, and a golden substance sprayed out from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, which was already damaging to his essence.
"Split the sky!"
Another magnificent golden light passed by.
This time, Wei Zheng did not retreat again, but froze on the spot, with a stunned look on his face. His body made a crash, and was struck by a sharp white-gold light, and his head flew up...
"Master Prime Minister."
There were exclamations all around.
Blood rain also fell from the sky.
The people of Chang'an were all stunned.
Watching the dragon wandering in the sky and falling into the dust, a figure suddenly fell in my heart.
"Master Wei is dead."
A bit of golden light shot straight into the sky and turned into stars. Before it disappeared, it exploded into fireworks in mid-air.
Not even the immortal soul escaped.
It exploded directly from the impact.
"Legend has it that even immortals who descend to earth will be killed by human masters. This is actually true."
Everyone saw this scene clearly, and felt chills in their hearts.
Among the courtiers, eight of them had expressions changing wildly.
Of course, Wei Zheng is not the only person who descended to earth.
Otherwise, how could they use their fifth-level peak strength to block the attack of thirty-six golden-armored swordsmen whose combat power reached the ceiling.
However, when the swordsman in golden armor gathered his life and exploded, just to strike out with a sword, this attack was no longer something that ordinary people could withstand.
"Long-range attack, increase dragon energy suppression."
"There aren't many of them. Even if they fight to the death, they can't get in."
Someone shouted loudly again.
I hope those swordsmen in golden armor will not resort to the method of dying together.
Unfortunately, the golden-armored swordsman seemed not to hear.
His swordsmanship was originally so good that it was not like a monk in the world. The five elements of light waves were powerful and exquisite, as if he was about to reopen the world. At this time, he was desperate to fight for his life. Whoever he targeted would be in bad luck.
Dozens of ministers are not afraid of death.
Fight and retreat at the same time.
Seven or eight powerful masters were beheaded to death and wounded, and then rushed into the palace by swordsmen in golden armor.
Face the Emperor.
At this time, there were eight golden-armored swordsmen left, all of them extremely fierce.
In front of him, there were few ministers who could stop him.
"Your Majesty, if I want to kill you, what will you do to stop me?"
A swordsman in golden armor didn't seem to care at all about the strange looks around him, nor did he care about the monks who suddenly appeared next to Li Shimin.
The monk's Buddha's light dives deep and is huge and mighty.
The Taoist's temperament is pure and remote, as straight as the green pines in an ancient well.
The emperor in the middle had a dark complexion and furious eyes, but he didn't say much.
The Taoist suddenly took a step forward, with a smile on his face, and said tentatively: "My fellow Taoist came here not to kill the king, but to want the court to withdraw its troops. Is Pindao right?"
"The Taoist priest is the national master Yuan Tiangang?"
Yang Lin answered without asking.
He couldn't see clearly about this Taoist priest. He could only see clearly that there was a ray of energy on the other side, which was connected to the infinite depth and breadth.
Even more dangerous than Wei Zheng.
But it's dangerous anyway.
Under the suppression of the human barrier, he is not much stronger.
"It's Pindao."
Yuan Tiangang's smile did not change.
It seemed that the rise and fall of the dynasty was not worth mentioning, but he was very interested in Yang Lin's purpose.
Of course he understood it.
Those thirty-six knights were not actually flesh and blood, but magic clones of the same person.
The other party is not afraid of death.
"Then who is this eminent monk?"
"He is Zen Master Pudu of White Horse Temple. He often accompanies the king in giving lectures."
Yuan Tiangang said so.
His expression was slightly unnatural.
Obviously, this old monk is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and it is not that Buddhism has not settled in Chang'an.
"Retreat and rehabilitate. Otherwise, I would like to try to see if the emperor can't be killed?"
After killing Wei Zheng, Yang Lin did not necessarily achieve the achievement of killing the king, nor did he care about the disadvantages of changing the emperor in the world.
"Can you kill me if you speak arrogantly?"
Li Shimin was surrounded by a strong golden dragon energy. He couldn't bear it anymore. He opened his mouth to scold and ordered to continue killing the other golden-armored swordsmen.
The fight has reached this point, and the court has suffered heavy damage. Now it seems that he still has a little advantage. The national master and the Zen master have not taken action. How can he compromise?
In fact, he himself has national luck protection, which cannot be obtained by threatening one or two of the fifth-level peak combat power.
"Believe it or not, you are all dead and injured, and you can't even hurt me."
Li Shimin gritted his teeth and said.
As the Supreme Being, it was impossible for him to accept such humiliating conditions.
This is tantamount to admitting defeat.
"I do not believe."
Yang Lin's clone chuckled.
A move of the hand.
Golden light flashed slightly in the air, there was an explosion in the hall, and suddenly there were numerous flashes of light and shadow.
The golden light fell to the ground.
It transformed into a figure wearing golden armor and holding a long sword.
All of them have powerful auras and the five elements are flowing.
The key thing is that there are fifty-four new swordsmen in total.
Including the eight originally standing in the hall, there are sixty-two in total.
The auras of all the swordsmen are linked together, borrowing the power of heaven and earth, and the sword aura is like a mountain or a sea, pressing down directly.
The expressions of all the ministers in the palace changed.
Yuan Tiangang also turned around suddenly and looked at the emperor.
Li Shimin took half a step back and suddenly fell down on the throne. His eyes were slightly dull, and he seemed unable to say a word.
Eight cannot kill the emperor.
So, what about sixty-two?
Even more than that.
You tried your best to kill these sixty-two, will the other party summon another six hundred and twenty?
