Qinchuan’s house, Hangu Zhuang’s residence, Qiangu’s residence, Qidian has a thousand miles away, and there are more than a hundred pheasants left in the palace.

After a long journey, I met Han and flew to see the vastness of the vastness. The clouds and suns hide in the valleys, and the wind and smoke emerged from the sparseness of the silk.

This poem about Emperor and Capital ranks first. Some people say that just such a poem can't hide the elegance of Tang poetry and rank first because it was an era when poetry was too prosperous.

However, this poem was written by Li Shimin, and some people admired it, impressed by the ambition and passion that spreads between the scenery of the pen and ink.

However, no matter what kind of scenery it is, when the night is deep, when the people fall asleep and when the whole city is cold, it will fall apart. Under the moonlight, only a few hundred years of ancient city remains.

The red-haired captain of the Nine Five Supreme Team was suspended in the sky, standing steadily in the night, watching his three team members fly towards the palace below.

Although no individual aura beyond the five-star rating was found in the previous detection, their mission this time was the fastest efficiency, and the lion fought with the rabbit with all his strength.

First, the man with glasses circled the palace city and left a circle of wavy lines on the palace wall.

Then the flying swords behind Murong lined up, like a peacock spreading his tail, and the black and purple spiritual energy lingered at the hilts of the six flying swords.

Finally, the man with a thorny hairstyle howled under the bright moon and turned into a werewolf with silver all over, taking straight into the palace.

After all, the imperial palace of the Tang Dynasty is the center of a prosperous dynasty that has ruled the world for hundreds of years. Not to mention the theory of the dragon vein of national fortune in the dark, the formation formed by masters from all walks of life over the past hundred years can even stop the six-star practitioners.

According to the strength of this world, the six-star rating can already be called the highest masters in the world, and there are only a handful of them. The ones that go up are mostly immortals, divine beasts hidden deep in the blessed land of the cave, or powerful people who simply exist in the gods and demons.

Unfortunately, that was just a normal situation. The three aliens who wanted to break into this palace tonight were each a brave and warlike figure among the six-star rating.

The werewolf's pounce was as fast as the rainbow passed through the sky. Before the sound of the wolf's howling had been transmitted to the guards' ears, the silver-white light and shadow had risen from the east city, like a flagstone, silver meteorite, carrying waves of expanding air waves, aiming at the center of the palace.

"Who is the monster? You dare to trek into the palace!"

Several priests on duty at night in the Exorcist Division first reacted, throwing out their magic weapons one by one, or flying out directly with their swords to stop the silver fallen wolf body.

Murong's pupils were covered with a light blue color, which was not as cold as humans. After his eyes locked on those magic weapons, a ray of green light suddenly burst out from his body. The clothes on his body, even flesh and skin, all under this light, turned into translucent images. Only those blood-red meridian patterns precipitated evil that could not be illuminated by any light.

The purple-black magic power surged out between the blood-red veins. Among the six flying swords, five seemed to have transformed into purple-black smoke, compatible with the night color. It swept past and destroyed all the magic weapons of the exorcist monks. The flying sword with lightning flashing light controlled by one of the mages was cut into two pieces from the tip of the sword to the hilt of the sword, which was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Seeing the silver-white werewolf unstoppable, a image of a big iron whip flashed by.

The image of this large iron whip is a hundred meters long, and it comes from nowhere, passing through the sky. When the whip is swept over, it is hard and soft, both firm and soft, as if curved and straight, and there is no way to avoid it.

The werewolf's claws poked out with their hands, and a whip was scrambled between them. The straight-falling silver light and shadow immediately turned a stiff turn and flew towards the outer periphery of the palace.

At this time, the man with glasses running around the entire palace was about to wrap the wavy line around the entire palace and completely close it, leaving only the section in front of Hanguang Gate.

"Yuchi Gong is here, how dare you break the ban?" In front of Hanguang Gate, a young man with short beards as iron as iron and strong hair was wearing a shiny and dull armor. He raised his left hand high and just caught an iron whip that was flying back from the air, and whipped his right hand towards the man with glasses.

The man in glasses looked gentle and kind, but his movements were as fast as a ghost. He lowered his body slightly and passed the iron whip.

Yuchi Gong swept the two whips in a series, swept the whip with his left hand and punched the iron whip with his right hand.

The man threw the brush in his hand with a glasses, inserted his hands into the sleeve of the other hand, and pulled out two long cinnabar yellow talismans, as if two ropes crossed to block the whip.

The brush that flew out completed the last wavy line.

Hulalala...

The huge sound of water suddenly came from the abstract, crooked, and even intermittent wave lines in some places.

The sea-blue water curtain soared into the sky, as if using the entire palace as the base, forming a unique bucket of water. Huge waves rush out from both sides of the water curtain, half rushing towards the interior of the palace, and half rushing towards the exterior of the palace.

Although the water flow was turbulent and grand, it was not worth mentioning to Yuchi Gong. He was unmoved and his hands whipped into a black-green ring, which suddenly beat the water flow within a range of more than ten meters around him into a gaseous state.

But the man in glasses seemed to have turned into a stream of water, and escaped from this area at a faster speed than Yuchi Gong's iron whip.

The flying brush fell into the water, and a human form formed by the current of water protruded out of the water. After a flash of battle, I remembered what I said just now.

"Yuchi Gong?" The man with glasses was shocked and then relieved. The world of Legend of Sword and Fairy is also a world of fairy tales. Although in the original plot, the Tang Dynasty was basically just a background board, the cities mentioned in the plot could hide special people such as monsters, fake monks, and spiritual bead hosts.

If there were several founding military generals and old monsters hidden in the Chang'an City Palace, it would not seem too surprising if they had hidden their detection.

"Yuchi Gong has come out, so should there be Qin Qiong here?"

The man with glasses turned his eyes. In the water flow drawn by his magical stroke, he could control all slight movements. In other words, things that occupy 300 meters on both sides of the entire palace wall are under his surveillance.

It was also at this time that the werewolf who had just taken the blow against the iron whip fell outside the palace wall on this side. When he was about to hit the Ehua Tower in Hanguang Gate, he chopped it up with a big axe.

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