Liang Wangsun in Lingyan Pavilion felt Xiao Zhang's arrival.
They are both masters at the top of the Xiaoyao list, and they are too familiar with each other.
He knew how crazy and terrifying Xiao Zhang was, and he could even feel that Xiao Zhang's iron spear tonight was even stronger than the one that stabbed Su Li in Xunyang City back then.
But he didn't look up, because he was a little tired, and because he knew that Xiao Zhang couldn't fall into Lingyan Pavilion.
The night in front of Lingyan Pavilion suddenly burned, and in a very short time, it turned into a fiery cloud of fire.
With a hiss, a crack appeared in the middle of the crimson fire cloud.
An iron gun protruded from the crack.
This iron gun looks very ordinary in appearance, extremely dark, without any patterns, but it gives people an extremely terrifying feeling.
— like a demonic hand stretching from the bottom of an abyss.
Xiao Zhang, who fell towards Lingyan Pavilion, suddenly had a dark iron color on the white paper on his face, and the eyes exposed in the two holes suddenly became extremely hot, even a little crazy.
The burning night was torn into pieces, and the blazing red cloud was twisted into countless pieces. His iron spear pierced the iron spear fiercely.
There was a loud bang!
A howl of pain burst out from between Xiao Zhang's lips, hitting the white paper on his face to create countless cracks, and his person, like a stone being blown away, flew from the night sky in front of Lingyan Pavilion towards the rear at high speed. It turned into a stream of light and hit the wall of the imperial city heavily.
Countless cracks appeared on the thick wall of the imperial city, just like the white paper on his face, and countless debris fell from those cracks.
The burning night gradually returned to calm, and there was no more flames, only a piece of fire, which was Huo Yunlin.
Xue Xingchuan sat on the huoyunlin, looking at Xiao Zhang who had slipped from the imperial city wall to the ground, with an indifferent expression.
The debris that fell from the cracks in the city wall fell on Xiao Zhang.
He stood up with the iron gun supporting his body, and the brick dust on his shoulders fell again, like the blood he spurted.
He wiped off the blood on his face with his trembling left arm, and looked at the Lingyan Pavilion hundreds of meters away, with extremely complicated eyes, a little in awe, a little scared, and very excited.
As expected of the second best general in the mainland, Xue Xingchuan's strength is really too strong, so strong that even he can't bear it.
But the emotions in his eyes were not entirely caused by Xue Xingchuan, but more because of the seemingly ordinary iron gun in Xue Xingchuan's hand.
"Frost Remaining Sharpshooter!"
Xiao Zhang stared at the iron gun in Xue Xingchuan's hand, and shouted sharply.
His eyes were extremely hot, and his voice trembled like boiling tea.
Frost Remains Sharpshooter!
His Majesty Emperor Taizong's accompanying magic soldier!
Top 100 list!
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Xue Xingchuan's strength is really too strong, even stronger than the rumors, it's unbelievable.
The pivot of the emperor's chariot map is in the palace, and the Holy Empress asked Xue Xingchuan to guard the palace because she has absolute confidence in him.
All the powerhouses in the sacred domain who came to Kyoto tonight were attracted by the Holy Empress near the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books.
Even if there are experts in the sacred domain who sneak in under the cover of night, they cannot avoid the heavenly murderous array in the palace.
As for the powerhouses below the sacred realm, no one was Xue Xingchuan's opponent.
Xiao Zhang's fiasco in one move is a clear proof.
Not to mention, now that the Frost Remaining Divine Spear is in his hands, he has the power to fight even against the powerhouses in the sacred domain!
Now unless Wang Po also came, and he still held Zhou Dufu's two broken swords, or there was still a chance.
But everyone knew that it was impossible for Wang Po to appear tonight, because he didn't like the tyranny of the Holy Empress Tianhai, and there was even more unresolved thousand-year enmity with the Chen royal family.
No one can defeat Xue Xingchuan who is holding the Shuangyu Divine Spear, no one can destroy the imperial map, and the situation in the capital will always be under the control of the Holy Empress.
No matter how you look at it, this is an unsolvable situation.
Xue Xingchuan got off Huo Yunlin, patted it on the back, and signaled it to leave.
A line of fire illuminated the night, and Huo Yunlin left the battlefield and went to a certain place in the Night Palace, waiting for the call.
Xue Xingchuan stood under the long steps of Lingyan Pavilion, looking at Xiao Zhang and Xiaode, the two masters of the Xiaoyao list, with a calm expression, and slowly raised the Frost Remaining Magic Spear in his hand.
Thousands of soldiers in the imperial city raised their divine crossbows, ready to unleash a violent rain of crossbows.
Suddenly, Xue Xingchuan frowned and his face changed slightly.
"Sorry." Xiao Zhang's voice pierced through the blood-stained white paper, looking extraordinarily cold and terrifying: "I am not your opponent, but tonight is not a contest!"
Hearing these words, Xue Xingchuan's face changed again, and his eyes became extremely cold, like glaciers.
Xiaode knelt on the ground with one knee, and suddenly slapped the ground with his palm, all the bluestones on the ground were shattered, and then splashed into the air.
At the same time, he cast the last magic weapon, a violent breath, followed the bluestones, and went in all directions, setting off countless smoke and dust, which immediately covered the scene in the field.
An extremely violent shout resounded in the smoke and dust.
That was Xiao Zhang's voice.
In the imperial city that was shrouded in night and smoke, footsteps resounded like war drums.
Xiao Zhang began to charge, like a fierce horse, crashing through the debris and smoke, tearing through the night, and arrived in front of Lingyan Pavilion in an instant.
With a bang, the tip of his iron spear seemed to explode like a spring thunder, piercing towards Xue Xingchuan's face.
Xue Xingchuan let out a muffled snort, his true energy surged out violently, and with a flick of his wrist, the Frost Remaining Gun slashed down on the head without any fancy.
There was a crisp sound, as if a thousand-year-old clock was being rung.
The Frost Remaining Sharpshooter brightened up amidst the smoke and dust in the night, like the faint sun in the high sky in autumn, full of bleak and chilling meaning.
In this shot, there is an indescribable lofty artistic conception and an unimaginable imperial coercion at the same time.
Even Xiao Zhang couldn't dodge the shot and was directly smashed to the ground!
Several ear-piercing noises sounded from under the long steps of Lingyan Pavilion.
Xiao Zhang put his hands on the head and tail of the iron gun, and raised it horizontally to the sky. The middle of the iron gun has been bent!
His arms are already bent!
His knees also bent!
He went straight to the ground!
The bluestone on the ground is broken!
His knee shattered!
His wrist is shattered!
Blood spurted from every part of Xiao Zhang's body including his lips, forming a blood cell in the night.
But what is frightening is that even with such serious injuries and under the pressure of the Frost Remaining Sharpshooter, Xiao Zhang still did not completely fall down.
What is he supporting? Knowing that he was not Xue Xingchuan's opponent, why did he charge Xue Xingchuan again before
At this moment, Xue Xingchuan's expression changed again.
This is already the third time.
Different from the previous two times, Xue Xingchuan's expression changed even more this time. His eyebrows were raised, and he looked extraordinarily angry. Then... a mouthful of blood spurted out from his lips!
That blood is green.
Just like his pupils at this time are also turning into a faint green.
It's also like his eyebrows and hair, which were blown by the night wind at this time, are all green.
Xue Xingchuan was poisoned, very poisonous.
He could clearly feel that tens of thousands of small knives were constantly scraping and stabbing his meridians.
His true essence is leaving his body at an unimaginable speed, venting towards the world.
What kind of poison is this? Can actually hurt him
In a very short time, he judged that the poison in him must have the legendary peacock feathers that are colorless, odorless, invisible and matterless.
But isn't that the method of the demon princess? Could it be that those who opposed the Holy Empress tonight actually colluded with the demons
But when did he get poisoned
Since Dean Shang is Taoist Ji, then this master of medicine must also poison everyone. He has always been very careful about this.
In the past six months, no matter what diet or practice, or even bathing and changing clothes, he never cheated others and was very cautious.
Suddenly, he thought of one thing, understood the reason for his poisoning, looked at a palace in the night, his face changed again, became a little painful, a little sad, a little sad.
It turns out that the medicine that heals is the poison that kills.
The most poisonous thing is the heart.
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In that quiet palace, Zhou Tong, who had been seriously injured by Chen Changsheng in the middle of the night, lay on the bed like a dead man, his eyes widened, looking at the roof of the palace.
His eyes were like the eyes of a dead fish, dull and disgusting to look at, like the bad breath in the words he muttered.
"The most poisonous thing is the human heart. The human heart is human nature, and human nature is to live. What's wrong with that?"
Zhou Tong looked at the top of the hall, his face was ashen, and he said to himself in a weak voice that no one could hear: "None of us are his opponents, and neither is the empress. There are only two of us in our family, we can't both die." Well, he promised that I would survive, so... brother... then I have to let you die."
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The blood stained Xue Xingchuan's armor green, giving it a faint luster.
The imperial palace under the night suddenly became extremely quiet, and countless lines of sight fell on the long steps of Lingyan Pavilion.
Knowing that the event had been accomplished, Xiao Zhang could no longer support himself, so he retracted his broken arms in pain, stepped on the cracked ground with his only intact right foot, and left in front of Xue Xingchuan.
Xue Xingchuan kept coughing, and every time he coughed, a streak of emerald green blood flowed from between his lips.
The night light blows gently, brushing off his eyebrows and the hair on his temples.
He no longer had the strength to hold the Frost Remaining Sharpshooter in his hand, and put it down a little tiredly.
There was a muffled sound, the ground shook slightly, and the Frost Remaining Gun fell heavily on the ground.
Xue Xingchuan did not fall down, holding the iron gun in his hand, slowly lowered his head, and then closed his eyes.
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Countless exclamations sounded from above the imperial city, full of grief and shock.
Suddenly, flames burst into the sky from the two turrets in the southwest, and the Gleneagles in the east suddenly collapsed, and for some unknown reason, a lot of sinister crossbow arrows suddenly appeared in the night, shooting into the bodies of colleagues, and the screams kept ringing out , everywhere began to commotion, the forbidden army and guards were in chaos, and Xiao Zhang and Xiao De, who were already seriously injured, were not cared about.
When the smoke and dust gradually subsided, the figures of Xiao Zhang and Xiao De had disappeared, the chaos was not over yet, and there were shouts and fighting sounds everywhere in the night.
A tall and thin figure appeared outside the Chu Yin Gate on the west side of the imperial city.
The fire in the gate of the imperial city illuminated his face, handsome and indifferent, he was the second master of the Tang family.
A general of the Habayashi Army came out from the gate of the imperial city, looked at him and said in a low voice, "Uncle."