Chapter 87: 【】

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In the legend of the mouth and ears, the North Palace is buried with a big killing. The big array was opened by the blood of the royal family, killing and killing. Since the reunification of the Northland, the palace was built, this array has never been used, the power can not be specifically estimated, and gradually forgotten by the world.
Tonight, thousands of golden rays of light are intertwined, passing through the snow and the sky, and the nets that are overwhelming will smash the rebels who broke into the palace.
The light of the hair, with an ancient and chilling atmosphere, wherever the hard armor is cut into irregular pieces, the fleshy bones together with the package are also cut.
Even when it is too late to send mourning, the living people will become a pile of pieces of meat in the blink of an eye. This scene is and cruel, and it is hopeful.
The palace is full of flesh and blood. Shouting and chaos began, and all the people who had flocked to the palace before, did not want to escape to the palace.
Duan Chongxuan stood on the terrace, and everything was horrible, his face was slightly white.
The carriage of the sage king fell apart, and he flew up and stood unscathed on the broken rut, proudly saying,
"This king is also the blood of the royal family."
A mysterious breath emanates from him, and is the same as the big one. Jinguang avoided, and the snow was shaken by the strength. He took the sword and flew to the terrace.
The overall situation outside the palace has been fixed, as long as he killed Duan Shengan in the palace, he will become the master of the palace, the land of the Northland.
In the past, it was a matter of thinking about not killing a saint. But tonight is different, he knows the amazing loss of starting the killing. Duan Shengan is now at the weakest moment in the past 100 years, and he is at its peak. There is no better time.
The great swordsmanship of the great world is extremely overbearing.
But there is a long
guns break through the night, slanting and stabbing, blocking the blade in the air. The stars are splashing, and the night sky is bright.
After a blow, Yin Wang fell back to the original place, and the pupils shrank.
Keeping in front of the Taihe Hall, the generals in the whole body, I don’t know when I came here. Holding the ‘烽火’ long
gun, standing on the terrace like a rock.
When I was in Yecheng, Wang Hao said that he was seriously ill, and asked the Prince to return to the palace. The first question asked by Duan Chongxuan Zhangkou was also the only question, which is ‘What is White?’
Because to say who trusts in the palace, Duan Chongxuan only believes in a day.
Duan Shengan saw the ‘bonfire’ in the hands of Bai Yu. He did not blame his son for making his own claim. Instead, he said,
You can borrow something for him, and you can trust him, and it will be ten years in the future.

In other words, after ten years, the general trend is different, and the people's minds are subject to change.
Duan Chongxuan replied, "I have known you for twenty years."
"Hey, you and your uncle have known each other for two hundred years."
Duan Chongxuan has only one uncle, the wise king.
So he stopped talking and looked at the palace silently in the city.
Looking at the situation outside the palace where the sage of the sage is well-established, it has begun to change dramatically.
Who can think that the entire emperor is a big array?
The golden glow is mixed with fire, and the cold wind and snow are mixed with blood. This rebellion has finally turned into a unilateral slaughter.
The rebels fled to the wall like a flood, but the gates were already closed, and whoever left. Waiting for them only the arrows from the wall of the arrow, such as the black clouds under the roof.
Duan Chongxuan suddenly remembered that when the second division sent him back to the Northland, he handled more than ten assassinations along the way. After several dangers, he finally came outside the gate of the Imperial City.
He gave a big gift to his sister. "Just come here, the rest of the way I have to go."
This is his own choice. You shouldn’t be coming in.
No one sheltered him for a lifetime, his brother and sister could not, he could not.
Many years later, the night of burning was recorded in the history of Hokuriku as "the change of winter." The rebels entered the imperial capital and were completely annihilated.
Now, the royal family and son stood on the terrace, watching the snow curtain and the gradual golden light, completing the last dialogue.
"I like to go to the battlefield more than killing my brother with the array."
The sage king died under the terrace, and he died in the direction of the throne. The red blood was drenched in the snow.
"It’s a pity that you can’t go, you have to go with you, with the ‘金戈铁马’ and the ‘烽火狼烟’!

‘Bonfire’ is a soldier, and ‘Gonge Iron Horse’ is the most elite army in the Northland.
He left the stable throne to his son and left the troubled world.
The old emperor asked, "Can you do it?"
Duan Chongxuan replied, "I have never been afraid."
Every corner of the imperial capital, I do not know where the army of the emperor's golden armor emerged, the green liquid dripping on the corpses of the wild, the corpses are melted like snow and ice, and even the blood color has never been left.
Some people even filled the body with the wooden cart that was driven by the fish. They were transported out of the city according to the established route. Some huge corpses were dug in the suburbs.
The lights were lit up in the palace, and thousands of people began to sweep their hands and feet. The north wind blows away the heavy blood and suffocates, leaving only the fragrance of the cold plums in the royal garden.
The wind stopped at the snow break, and the sky in the east was white. The heavens and the earth are refreshed after the snow, and the streets are bright and dazzling.
If it is not the dark red blood stains of the city wall bricks, almost no blood flow into the river at night.
Duan Chongxuan became the emperor today.

Mr. Zhang Yuan got up and went back to the house. He is now moving around and sometimes even needs the deputy to help.
He saw the golden light on the north side, the light of the array. Even if he never felt that he had friends, he would still feel cold.
Wei Jingfeng, Qu Jiang, Zhou Yuandao, Duan Shengan, they lived with him in this world. In the long life and the changing circumstances, they have cooperated with each other and they have to calculate each other.
But now he is alone.
The school at night is quiet and peaceful. Not far from the lights upstairs, the lights are particularly conspicuous.
He asked, "Do the students go home, and close the hospital after three days."
The deputy director replied earnestly. "I went back some last month, but there are some who are unwilling to leave. I will leave the class and study in the evening library at night."
"Class?"
"Yes, the teachers don't leave. The class has not been finished yet, but if there is a student who listens, you can't stop classes."
The deputy director added, "I don't want to go."
The gentleman sighed, "This is not the same as before. I can't protect you."
It is very bitter to let an Asian saint say such a thing.
But this is the truth. The former school was outside the mountains and three factions, absolutely neutral, and the dispute was not disturbed. It is very different now, and the position of Mr. Zhang’s is the position of the university.
The school is not all practitioners, more scholars, scholars.
No one is a scholar.
The deputy director finally said, "We are here to do something for the school."
It is also a scholar who does not fold the wind.

When Yin Yueyue and Luo Mingchuan went back to the mountains, the Westland landed the first thin snow, and the slightly cold air was full of the fresh taste of the first snow.
There are martial arts checkpoints in the hundreds of miles away from the end of the mountain. The disciples who are on duty along the way are all solemn and solemn, and the pressure is exposed. There is no easy way to gather and laugh in front of the law enforcement hall.
Someone recognized them and went to see the ceremony, just like taking a reassurance, especially after seeing Luo Mingchuan.
The arrangements for the deployment of the patrols in Mount Yashan were arranged by Luo Mingchuan beforehand. At this time, they went up the mountain and asked briefly along the road. Yin Yue listened to the side and felt that the situation was getting more and more serious recently. There are magical traces on the outside of the mountain every day. The number is very small, but the body is bright and more like a spy, and several of them are in the dungeon.
The Qinghe Temple, the head of the main peak, and the heads of the peaks are discussing the deployment of alliances with the Qing Dynasty and the Yizong School.
Both Liu Yushuang and Yan Xing went down the mountain, and the location of Yu Huafeng was only one of the monarchs. But one person is enough to be a master.
Luo Mingchuan and Yin Yin were directly invited into the temple to repair the theory of warfare. The two have now surpassed several peaks. It is inevitable that the fortune is unpredictable and unbelievable.
After the business was over, everyone dispersed. There are only the heads in the temple, the monarch, and the two of them.
At present, there are only four of them who know the situation of Luomingchuan.
Zhengyangzi asked, "How?"
Luo Mingchuan replied, "Stabilized."
Zhengyangzi breathed a sigh of relief, and his own apprentices were more reliable. He knew that nothing would be fine.
"But the disciple has another thing..."
When Luo Mingchuan was not finished, he was interrupted by Yin Yin. "We still have one thing to say. I am in love with Luo Shixiong. This time I have been privately appointed. I know this is not appropriate..."
He was a great gift, watching Jun,
"But now Master is traveling, I want the master to be the master."
Luo Mingchuan immediately squatted down. He didn't expect the younger brother to say so fast, and he couldn't help but be excited. "I have been admiring each other for a long time with my teacher and my brother. Please ask Master to complete."
Zhengyangzi showed such a gaze, and Junmei’s eyebrows were slightly picked, and he did not say anything against it.
Zhengyangzi said, "It is a happy event, just catching up with this time, it is not convenient to invite guests, and it is not good."
Luo Mingchuan is the next head, and Yin Yue is a disciple of Juggernaut. Both of them, regardless of their identity or cultivation, are required to be established according to the rules.
"I don't care about the vain, but I am aggrieved by the younger brother."
"It’s a pity that I have been wronged. After waiting for stability, I will give it to my brother."
The two finished at the same time, looked at each other and smiled softly.
Zhengyangzi can't bear to look straight, don't worry too much, I thought you will join now, don't delay it for a moment.
There was a light cough on the face. "The ceremony will be saved. The third day of the next month is the auspicious day. I went to the ancestral hall to burn the incense and worship the ancestors, and signed the accompaniment book. This matter is even.
He said that he looked at him and asked him for his opinion.
Jun Hao nodded.
Yin Yiyue was originally in the heart of the heart. Although there are men who have acquaintances in the world's practitioners, the yin and yang are the right way. It was he who turned his brother on the road and never thought that this was so easy.
It’s really open-minded parents.
Just listen to the sound of Jun Han’s cold voice, "You come with me."
Yin Yin was more busy to keep up, and looked back at the brothers, seeing Luo Mingchuan revealing a gentle smile.
Immediately settle down.