Chapter 587: Number 3 in Central Plains

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Chapter 587 Thousands of People in Central Plains
The wind penetrated through the cracks in the carriage curtain, and the emperor sniffed and felt the smell in the wind. He heard all the shouts outside, but he didn't open his eyes and opened the curtain to take a look at the Jinyi School who rushed to fight with the blood python to protect him.
"Master is humiliated, what other faces are we alive!"
"kill!"
"Don't step back!"
"Your Majesty is behind you, and you have not stepped back. Your Majesty treats you like a son-in-law. Now it is time for you to be faithful and filial!"
Listening to these words, the emperor's hand under the quilt was shaking.
A tear dripped from the corner of his eyes, very slowly.
He did not order Su Buwei, who was standing outside the carriage, to help those Jinyi schools. His trembling hands showed that his heart was also struggling. At this moment he suddenly found that his heart had become weak. If he had encountered such a situation in the past, he would not tremble or cry.
Those Jinyi schools went to death one after another, this is just the responsibility of Jinyi schools. It is also the most correct choice for Su Buwei to stand beside the carriage, because no one knows whether there is an enemy peeping in the dark. Once Su Buwei went to help Jinyi School stop the blood python, perhaps a major practitioner suddenly emerged from the secret and attacked the carriage.
Softened
The emperor drew his shaking hand from the quilt, wiped the tears, and took a deep breath. He pulled the quilt up and covered his face. I don't know if I want to plug my ears and not dare to listen to the shouts of those Jinyi schools, or I feel that this quilt is a solid barrier like the walls of the Chang'an City to protect myself.
Is this the feeling of death?
The emperor who buried himself in the quilt couldn't help thinking about it. When he was an emperor, he would never be heartbroken by the death of his subordinates, and he would not be softened by the courtier's death. He always thought he had the hardest heart, but in the last days of his life he suddenly found that he was not so strong.
He couldn't help recalling the past years, those who had died because of himself.
He thought of Yang Qi, the loyal prince, who seems to have been playing his life for the seven younger brothers who have been extremely respected since childhood. When he led his troops back to Chang'an City from the outside, the prince ordered to block all the gates of Chang'an. It was Lao Qi who took hundreds of slaves to fight, and this kept him a way into the city. After he ascended the throne, he paid tribute to those who died in the war, and then forgot those people ...
He never felt that he was sorry for them, because he felt that it was something that the following people should do. In his opinion, the reward is just a reward, not a compensation.
After he ascended the throne, he forced the prince to death, and sealed several brothers to exhaustion. Some were dead, some were crazy. These are his brothers. He never wavered when he did these things, because he knew that if his brother replaced the throne, his end would be the same.
He thought of the soldiers who died in the square outside Tai Chi Palace during the rebellion of Prince Yi, whether the rebellious Zuo Wuwei or the rebellious soldiers, the body was covered with a layer on the square that day.
He thought of the rivers and lakes guests who followed Lao Qi westward more than ten years ago. No matter what reason they were traveling westward, but they were all for the Da Sui and the Central Plains, but their bodies were lost in a foreign land and would never return. .
He suddenly thought of the boy named Fangjie again.
Then suddenly a anger came out!
Boundless anger!
He didn't want to think about it, but these things still came out of his mind involuntarily. The familiar and unfamiliar faces appeared densely, and each face had a pair of eyes staring coldly at him. There are more and more such faces, which have blocked the entire sky.
The emperor is angry, afraid!
Get away!
You all get away!
Roaring silently, in his mind.
Those faces were still cold, and as he kept waving his arms like crazy in his mind, those faces began to circle around his body, too many, he could not see far away. All the faces suddenly flew into the sky, as if several rivers had gathered together, and then formed a huge face.
The face emperor is familiar.
His face was calm and indifferent, just watching him without any change. But he knew that a sharp knife was hidden behind the face, and a sea was behind the eyes. The previous faces scared him, and the face almost crashed him.
Every day he sees this face because it is himself.
He stood in an open field and looked up at the sky, and there was no sun, moon, and stars in the sky but his own face.
The emperor shivering in the quilt shivered. The quilt was so thick and tender, but he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, unable to extricate himself.
He did not dare to pull the quilt apart, and he did not dare to listen to the shouts outside.
"Su fearless!"
He suddenly growled.
"Your Majesty, the slave is outside, without leaving!"
Su Buwei answered loudly.
"Don't leave, don't leave in one step!"
The emperor hiding in the quilt roared hoarsely, struggling with strength throughout his body.
Su Buwei dazed for a moment, then nodded. He glanced at the front. There, Zhang Zhenren fought alone for the three major practitioners, and the kind of ups and downs in the battle made his heart churn. If it wasn't for Zhang Zhenren, with the strength of these three practitioners, Su Buwei would have determined that he could not stop it at all. And Zhang Zhenren was obviously exasperated by the three people's step-by-step compulsion.
Su Wuwei looked at the other side of the carriage again. Jinyi School, which had lost more than 70 people, was still fighting. They kept jumping and rolling with the blood python, punching, punching, and slicing. The blows were so fierce and magnificent. This is a completely different scene from Zhang Zhenren's side, although it is far less intense than the overwhelming practitioners there, it can make people even more nervous.
With his fists in his hands, his back was full of blue muscles.
"You won't leave, Your Majesty ... the slave will stand by your side until the slave is dead."
He murmured, his eyes blurred.
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After the Qianhu Stone Thunder of Jinyi School was caught in the blood python, everyone became a lunatic. Although all of them can practice, they also know that long-distance offensives can't break the thick and tough scale armor of blood pythons. So they followed Shi Jinglei's footsteps and started a suicide attack on the blood python.
A school of Jinyi jumped up and fell on the blood python, holding the body of the blood python in one hand to stabilize himself, and the other hand poked the gripped horizontal knife severely, and he poured all the internal strength into it. On the long knife, this is the most powerful knife he has ever stabbed in his life. There is a light blue sky and earth vitality on the knife.
The blood python's scale armor will eventually be broken even if it is tough. This knife poked in severely. The blood python raised his hair and uttered a scream, it was an indescribable sound, as if it had been magnified countless times. The sound of tearing brocade. The blood python rolled up fiercely, and the Jinyi school riding on its back was immediately underneath. As the python rolled, it was unknown how many people had crushed its bones.
One by one, Jinyi School leaped high, and then poured its inner strength and stabbed down with a long knife. The damage they caused to the blood python alone was very weak, but hundreds of people killed in this way had caused very serious injuries to the blood python. The blood was flowing out of the python's wound, cold as ice.
Seeing his own baby was rolling on the ground in pain like an earthworm bitten by hundreds of strong ants, and the Blood Lord's face suddenly changed. It was something that he continued his life for, how could he watch it killed. The Blood Lord just didn't expect, how could the guards who were not strong enough have such courage and bloodiness.
Python and man biting at each other, how terrible it was?
Lest his own blood python be killed, the Blood Lord fights to send out his inner strength, and blocks Zhang Zhenren's move and then pulls back, but how can Zhang Zhenren let him leave.
Zhang Zhenren pinched a seal with one hand and then pointed forward. Instantly, at least seven huge Zhang Zhenren were transfigured from all around. The Zhang Zhenren composed of these heaven and earth strength was nearly ten meters high, and the seven giants honored the blood The three of them are surrounded by the center. This is a ruined array that Zhang Zhenren just realized about the ruins of Firefox City. The seven giants are constantly attacking, and it looks like they have the power to destroy the world.
The Blood Lord was anxious, knowing that the guards were so difficult, he would not let his baby come out to fight. If the blood python is dead, he will soon be dead.
So his eyes grew fiercer and fierce, and his arms screamed outward. All the clothes on him were torn apart, and flying like a butterfly. As the clothes ripped apart, he saw that the body was densely packed with blood bubbles, the big ones were the size of a fist, and the small ones were like rice grains.
All of these blood bubbles burst, and the hot, scary blood splattered like a storm. His two companions dodged immediately to the side, lest they be stained with the blood. The blood mist gradually spread, and soon became red within tens of meters, and nothing could be seen. The seven giants were eroded by poisonous mist and gradually faded.
Zhang Zhenren's face changed drastically, his hands pushed forward, and the two strong winds rolled forward. The strong winds scattered the mist of blood, but all of them could not be blown away for a while.
What surprised Zhang Zhenren the most was that after the Blood Sovereign burst the blood bubbles on his body, the hot poisonous blood was completely consistent with his body, so that the Blood Sovereign seemed to have merged into the blood mist and caused China It is impossible to detect! You must know that Song Songhe, the master of Jiupin, can see through the real sword Zhang Zhenren hidden in thousands of virtual swords, but he can't see through the blood mist.
The Blood Lord is in the mist, but it seems to have disappeared.
The two black and white fishes were swimming back and forth on the side of Zhang Zhenren, and the blood mist was blocked by the pair of fishes. At this moment, a sudden shock suddenly came out, and a sharp knife digged out of the ground, chopping past Zhang Zhenren's chest. That is a knife from the East China Sea, and that person is also a knife from the East China Sea!
He turned himself into a long knife!
On the other side, Wu Laoxie condensed all his inner strength into a spear and threw it at Zhang Zhenren, whose speed cannot be described in words.
Just when Zhang Zhenren blocked the sword with one hand ~ EbookFREE.me ~ With the one hand holding the spear, the blood lord rushed out of the blood mist and jumped like a beast covered with blood Separate the black and white fish with two hands, and then bite at Zhang Zhenren's neck!
Zhang Zhenren was struck by despair with three bright spiritual practitioners, and at this moment his eyes suddenly stunned.
There was a thunder, and a thunder suddenly blew in the sky.
Clear sky!
Thunder!
Immediately following Donghai's slashing of the sword, Wu Laoxie's lance was broken, and the blood lord of the blood beast was shocked to fly out. Zhang Zhenren's robe fluttered standing there, his complexion had recovered.
"I didn't want to go over this step, because it would be boring."
He sighed, as if to himself: "For thousands of years in the Central Plains, I am the third one to make this step, and the three are in the same era ... what's wrong with this world?"
Su Buwei's mouth twitched violently, and he couldn't help but said, "That's ... close to heaven!"