Chapter 472 I am a god, so mass-producing nine products is not too much.
“You missed one place, Prince Duan’s Mansion.”
“Prince Duan’s Mansion?”
Chen Pingping, Yan Ruohai, Yan Bingyun, and the chief clerk Deng Ziyue all looked astonished. They never thought that the second prince Li Chengze would collude with Xiao Xiao...
The eight generals of the palace died, and the remaining retainers were dismissed. Even the disciples of the second prince in the court were leaderless and working on their own. Everyone thought that Li Chengze was finished, but they never expected...at the critical moment, the second prince Li Chengze would actually do such a trick.
"The second prince actually conspired against his superiors... His crime is extremely heinous!"
Yan Bingyun gritted his teeth and wished he could behead him with a single blow.
As a prince, he actually betrayed his father and the interests of the country, and was servile to Chu Pingsheng, a Xihu barbarian. It can be said to be treasonous and contemptible.
His situation is similar to that of Zhuge. He believes that since he was born in Qingguo, he should be loyal to Qingguo and put the interests of Qingguo first in everything, even if he sacrifices his life for it.
Sean looked sarcastic and ignored this stupidity.
Yan Ruohai thought about it seriously and found it understandable. Originally, the second prince was disliked by Li Yunqian for sending assassins to intercept the mission and cooperating with Northern Qi nobles to smuggle goods. At the celebration banquet with the prince, how to deal with the second prince became a matter for Li Yunqian and Li Yunqian. The trigger for the fierce confrontation between Chu Pingsheng and Li Chengze was that if master and apprentice Bai Feng died, Li Chengze would definitely not get a good harvest. The most lenient punishment would be to be driven out of the capital like the eldest princess who betrayed Yan Bingyun. This would set the stage for Li Chengze's rebellion. The seeds were planted.
But the question is, what are the benefits of taking refuge in Chu Pingsheng? Could it be better than being a local emperor in his own fiefdom? Li Chengze is so sure that Chu Pingsheng will not kill the donkey?
"Sir, let's go!"
At this moment, a decisive shout came from the east, waking up Yan Ruohai and Chen Pingping who were deep in thought. They turned their heads and saw Fan Xian stumbled over, clutching his chest, vomiting blood as he walked.
Perhaps he noticed something was wrong in front of the Overwatch Council. Fan Xian walked a few steps against the wall of the Dongcheng Soldiers and Horses Division barracks, then stopped. Behind him, a black shadow flew out, Bang, knocking down the lampstand made of blue bricks.
Yan Bingyun recognized the black figure at a glance as the leader of the Tiger Guard, Gundam.
Is it possible...
Roar!
As a roar reached my ears, a white shadow from the south of the intersection hurriedly arrived, pressing heavily in front of Gundam. The green bricks shattered and the ape's feet sank to the ground.
It was the ferocious white ape next to Chu Pingsheng.
Gundam wiped away the blood from his mouth and spat at Bai Yuan.
"Bah! Damn beast."
King Lanling suddenly grabbed his throat, moved his hands, and pushed him upwards.
One person and one monkey have their backs to the gate of the Overwatch Council. Due to the angle, it is difficult to distinguish the details, but judging from the shadow on the ground, the head originally supported on the body is in the hand of the white ape.
“Gundam!”
Fan Xian spoke angrily, his energy affecting his body's injuries, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.
While everyone's attention was focused on Bai Yuan and Fan Xian, Chen Pingping pressed the camera on the wheelchair.
The shotgun was prepared for Li Yunqian. It would be a waste to use it on Sean, but... there was no choice at this time.
Whoosh.
A black shadow passed across the sky.
Chen Pingping looked down and saw an iron claw with a chain clamping his wrist. The other end of the chain was in the hand of the deputy commander of the sword guard, Jiuyue Ba. Then a strong force came and his body was pulled away from the wheelchair and towards him. He fell forward, followed by a cold light that stung his eyes.
Whoosh!
My wrist felt cold.
Looking up, the two hands have been separated from the body.
Shaun stood with a knife in hand, the tip of the knife was red and dripping with his blood.
"Do you think Chu Pingsheng doesn't know the secret of that chair? Twenty years ago I crippled your legs, and twenty years later I crippled your hands, Chen Pingping..."
Halfway through this sentence , suddenly Fei Jie, who had fainted behind him, moved.
Drip yo yo.
There were several objects in the shape of firecrackers on the ground, rolling left and right, squeaking and squeaking... bunches of firelight appeared, and a cloud of pungent yellow mist spread out.
Fan Xian, who was under the north wall of the Bingma Division barracks in Dongcheng, knew that this was Fei Jie's signature poisonous mist. Once a person inhales it, he will lose mobility within three breaths. If he cannot take the antidote within half an hour, , the five internal organs will fester and die.
He lay on the ground for so long, hiding it from everyone, just for this moment of comeback.
It's just...
When coughs spread and the sword guards fell to the ground one after another, there was a slight sound of clothes in the air, and the two of them flew into the air and landed floatingly.
No, that’s not right.
It’s not two people, it’s one person carrying the other person.
Fan Xian's pupils suddenly shrank.
He is very familiar with this person, so familiar that he wishes he could be torn into pieces.
Chu Pingsheng!
That shot didn’t kill him?
As one toe hits the ground, and then the instep and heel are slowly flattened, and the green shirt slowly falls, the poisonous mist that fills the field suddenly shrinks inward, and then spreads outward with a roar. , the strong wind blew blood, broken bricks, swords, hidden arrows, and Chen Pingping's severed hand on the ground...
Without a breath, the poisonous smoke swept away.
The sword guards who were affected by the poisonous mist all took out a black porcelain bottle from their arms, poured a pill into their mouths, and stood up one after another after taking a few breaths.
The poison that Fei Jie was proud of... was solved like this? !
Chu Pingsheng made a slight stroke with the long sword in his hand, and Yan Ruohai felt a strong wind coming, blowing away his bun and raising his official uniform. The fee for the antidote had just been distributed to him. His clothes burst into pieces, and various bottles and jars fell to the ground. As a line of blood appeared in his throat, his head tilted back and fell to the ground. Dean Fei... died like that?
Facing Chu Pingsheng, Deng Ziyue found that he was like a frightened mouse, his legs were weak and weak, and he could not hold himself up after sliding on the ground for a long time.
"Teacher..."
Fan Xian was furious, his eyes were about to burst, his muscles were stretched to the extreme, and his fists were clenched until they changed color.
He said he wanted Fei Jie to take care of him until he died, but at this moment, Guo Guo's body was cut into two pieces, Chen Pingping's legs were broken, and the teacher's head was moved. All of this... was done by that beast Chu Pingsheng!
“Noisy.”
A faint voice sounded, and a cold light burst out. Fan Xian felt a strong wind coming, blowing off the small crown on his head, blowing his hair away, breaking his belt, his clothes slipped down, and his underwear was exposed, losing his grace.
None of these are important. What is important is that his left arm was broken off at shoulder level and fell three feet behind him. In his hand, he still held two thunderbolts that he had taken from three places before the war started.
The sword energy entered his body, causing internal injuries, which were then superimposed on external injuries. Fan Xian fell straight back.
The monument erected by her mother also collapsed with a crashing sound.
"How's it going at the palace?" Chu Pingsheng seemed to have done something trivial and looked back at Sean.
"Twenty-five sword guards have been assigned to eliminate the red cavalry and the guards in the palace."
"Except for the few who Yan Xiaoyi asked to stay alive, the rest...killed them all, and You know what to do with Duke Liu’s Mansion and Prince Jing’s Mansion.”
“Take them to Tai Chi Hall and wait for me.”
After he said that. Throwing the person he was holding to Xiao En's feet, he transformed into a thunderous dragon, commanding the wind and the sky.
When Yan Ruohai and his son saw the scene in the sky, a sense of powerlessness came to their hearts.
"He is the Grand Master of Xihu... He is... you... were all deceived by him."
Listening to the shouts of 70% crazy and 30% despair, Chen Pingping propped up his body with his handsless arms, looked around, and found a strange face with eyeshadow and eyeliner under the priest's cloak. However, based on his understanding of that person, he still recognized Chu Pingsheng at a glance. the identity of the captive.
"Your Majesty..."
Your Majesty?
Even Sean was alarmed. He picked up the Qing Temple Priest on the ground and pulled down his hood to take a look.
The light from the lampstand illuminated Li Yunqian's strange and pale face, like an actor's.
At this moment, Yan Bingyun’s sky collapsed.
Yan Ruohai gaped at the extremely embarrassed emperor, his mind full of questions. Isn't Li Yunqian in the palace? How could he be caught by Chu Pingsheng?
Yes, Chu Pingsheng is the great master of Xihu, and only a great master can wield such sword energy.
But there is a question here. Chu Pingsheng is the great master of Xihu. Who is Bai Feng who was led by Wu Zhu to fight Ye Liuyun and Sigu Jian outside the city?
The wind is picking up.
The muggy heat in the air eased slightly, but the smell of blood became stronger.
A flash of light spilled out of the clouds, winding southward like a snake.
Boom......
...
Lightning lit up the city of Kyoto and also illuminated Wu Zhu's face.
The iron hammer was quickly retracted, bringing up a bunch of scattered strips of cloth. Bai Feng was forced back into the battle group by his attack from behind. He avoided Ye Liuyun's gentle and silent palm in an extremely embarrassed manner, and was struck three feet away. On the sycamore tree, there was a palm print nearly two inches deep.
Sand, sand, sand...
Wuzhu walked slowly on the half-yellow leaves, continuing to look for opportunities to make a difference.
Ye Liuyun and Sigu Jian were the main attackers, and he supported them from the side. By this point in the battle, more than 200 hands had been passed. The hem of Bai Feng's robe was already torn, and a piece of his hair was cut off by the sword energy. But in terms of injuries, only a trace of bright red appeared on his left shoulder. He looked a little embarrassed, but it didn't affect him at all. action.
As time goes by, Bai Feng gradually loses control, but Wu Zhu is not happy, because the sudden burst of sword energy in Kyoto City just now made him feel that something was wrong, and this battle took too long The longer it went on, the more puzzled he became.
Once in Kyoto City and once in Cangzhou, he fought Bai Feng twice, but today's Bai Feng always felt different from the previous two times, but the opponent could use that set of swordsmanship again.
Could it be... the effect of Bai Feng's practice of domineering Qi?
But even if it is domineering and infuriating...
Wu Zhu suddenly stopped thinking, and moved like a peregrine falcon. Under the cover of the thunder after the lightning, the iron hammer closed the green bamboo staff with an afterimage, and then sealed it to the right, only to hear a crisp sound. The force of the staff stagnated, and the empty door of Bai Feng opened wide.
Ye Liuyun's eyes flashed, his feet moved forward rapidly, his robe sleeves bulged, a pair of fleshy palms glowed with a faint brilliance, his wrists turned sharply, like dancing petals, nine strands of palm power struck out almost at the same time, covering the white wind. whole body.
Looking around, the sword did not advance. Instead, he retreated three feet, circled one arm, concentrated on the sword, and stabbed with all his strength.
Relying on the flaw created by Wu Zhu, Ye Liuyun and Si Gu Jian cooperated to create the strongest combined attack since the war began.
In this situation, Bai Feng is in danger.
(End of this chapter)