It's no wonder that his face has changed a little. After all, his plan is to be by Li Yuanhao's side first, to get familiar with everything about him, to install manpower and so on, and to replace him when the time is right. If something goes wrong with Li Yuanhao, then nothing can be discussed.
At this moment Li Qinglu has already fought against Murong Fu, no matter how bad Murong Fu is, he is also a figure with the same reputation as Bei Qiaofeng, and with the addition of the martial arts of Broadcom, it is more than enough for a little girl.
After all, Li Qinglu is young, ten years younger than Murong Fu, which means she has less skill for more than ten years. Naturally, she suffers in this respect, but with her Lingbo microsteps and her exquisite leisurely style kung fu, she does not fall behind in fights Feng, just wanted to get rid of the other party but couldn't.
"Let's go to Li Yuanhao's side first." Song Qingshu put his arms around Yelu Nanxian's waist, and was about to lead her away when his expression suddenly changed, and he stopped again.
"What's wrong?" Yelu Nanxian was a little puzzled.
"Shh, someone is here." Song Qingshu made a silent gesture.
At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from the night sky: "Li Yanzong, you are so brave!"
Immediately afterwards, a woman in white slowly flew down from the midair, with a slender and graceful figure, her skirt fluttering in the breeze, like a fairy, wearing the same veil as Li Qinglu, she was the Li Qiushui she had seen before.
There is an old man with fluttering white hair beside her at this time, the whole person is also immortal, naturally it is Ding Chunqiu, the Xingxiu old monster.
In fact, according to age and seniority, Ding Chunqiu is still Li Qiushui's junior, but now they stand together, as if they are grandpa and granddaughter, and they have to marvel at the miraculousness of Li Qiushui's exercises.
Seeing Li Qiushui's arrival, Li Yanzong couldn't help but change color, immediately stopped, and bowed to him from afar: "Meet the concubine."
Li Qiushui snorted coldly: "You still see me as a concubine?"
Li Yanzong said in a deep voice: "Everyone is the master, I hope the concubine will forgive me."
"Let's see who your master is." Li Qiushui didn't move, but his sleeves shook slightly.
However, Li Yanzong's expression changed, he stretched out his hand to press the void on the right, turned his wrist a few times, and then pushed aside, a nearby stone was instantly smashed to pieces.
This is Li Qiushui's unique technique, Baihong Palm Strength, which is silent, and the strength of the fist is not straight, but a curved line, which makes people hard to guard against.
Seeing the other party dissipate his own palm strength, Li Qiushui's expression became condensed: "Who do I know? It turns out that it's the Murong family's star shift. Are you Murong Bo or Murong Fu?"
Li Yanzong's expression also changed when she found out his identity, but before he could answer, Li Qiushui had already heard Li Qiushui continue to say: "You haven't practiced the Transformation Realm yet, so it shouldn't be Murong Bo, it seems it's that kid Murong Fu, listen Said that you can't stay in the Southern Song Dynasty anymore, so you hid in our Xixia Yipintang to make trouble, and you really are not a stable person."
Up to now, Li Yanzong has nothing to hide. He tore off the beard and hair that adorned his face, revealing his true face: "The concubine's eyes are as good as torches."
He originally wanted to show his true colors to impress Li Qinglu. After all, he is also a famous handsome man in Yushu Linfeng in the martial arts world. It's a pity that Li Qinglu didn't even look at him, which made him quite hurt.
"The concubine's miraculous skills are so powerful in the world, the younger generation will not show shame in front of the concubine, let me say goodbye." Counting the time, the task of pestering Li Qinglu and others has been completed. Although he is conceited, he dare not fight against the unfathomable concubine.
"It's not that easy to leave!" Li Qinglu was annoyed, and was about to stop him, but was stopped by Li Qiushui.
"Don't waste time with him, it's important to save the emperor." Li Qiushui pulled her towards the burning palace, and at the same time left a sentence, "Xiao Ding, Li Yanzong is entrusted to you."
Song Qingshu who was not far away was bewildered, who is Xiaoding? After seeing Ding Chunqiu chasing after Murong Fu enthusiastically, he realized that the white-haired old monster Ding was Xiao Ding in Li Qiushui's mouth.
"Let's go too." Song Qingshu was naturally not interested in watching who would win the battle between Ding Chunqiu and Murong Fu. He wanted to rush to the palace where Li Yuanhao was just now, but it was a pity that Li Qiushui and Ding Chunqiu came suddenly. In order not to expose their traces, they had to continue hiding. Now that they have dispersed one after another, naturally they no longer hide.
After following Li Qiushui and Li Qinglu, a group of people rushed towards him not long after, a group of soldiers behind them were chasing and killing, and a few guards in front were guarding one person who was running for his life, and the leader was obviously Li Yuanhao!
However, the founding king who usually walks like a dragon and a tiger is a bit miserable now. He is covered in tatters and scars everywhere. He has obviously experienced fierce battles, but what is more eye-catching is his nose—it should be said that he used to have a nose. At this time, he was covering his face with a piece of cloth in both hands, but even so, the blood continued to flow out, and the blood flowed all over the dragon robe in his hands. It was obvious that his nose had been cut off with a knife.
"Your Majesty!" Li Qiushui exclaimed, and in a blink of an eye, he picked up Lingbo and rushed over, raised his sleeves, and didn't know how she would make a move, and the dozen or so soldiers who were chasing after her fell to the ground one after another. kill.
"Toffee!" Recognizing Li Qiushui and Li Qinglu, Li Yuanhao finally breathed a sigh of relief, and fell to the ground all at once.
"Your Majesty, what happened?" Li Qiushui looked solemn. Although she was also plotting to deal with Li Yuanhao, the current situation was obviously far beyond her expectations.
"The crown prince led a group of people into the palace, and when he saw me, he chopped it down... The imperial guards in the palace don't know where they are, so I can only run desperately towards the inner palace." Li Yuanhao just got drunk with rouge, He was in a dream state, but when Brother Ning came in and saw him, he couldn't help but slashed at him.
It's just that Li Yuanhao has a lot of prestige on weekdays, and Prince Ning was a little scared for a while. He was going to chop off his head with a single knife, but the knife missed, and only his nose was chopped off.
Li Yuanhao woke up from the severe pain. When he saw the murderous prince standing in front of him with a knife, he kicked the opponent flying away from the mountain of blood and blood, and ran out enduring the pain. Finally, a few loyal The guards came all the way here under the protection.
"Brother Ning actually killed his father, you really are a wolf!" Li Qiushui cursed a few times, and hurriedly tried to stop Li Yuanhao's bleeding, but unfortunately his wound was too big, and the blood was churning from running all the way, how could he stop it
His body was getting colder and colder, his eyes were getting blurred, and he felt the essence of life was gradually passing away. Li Yuanhao, who survived the battlefield, knew that he couldn't survive this time. He opened the mouth and said: "Chuan Zhao, after my death, I will pass on the throne to..."
Hearing his words, everyone around was startled, with their own thoughts in their hearts, and their expressions were complicated.
Looking at Li Qiushui inexplicably, Li Yuanhao said: "... Pass the throne to the emperor Li Qianshun, hereby!"