Halfway through the journey, Wei Zhongxian rode on the horse and raised his head. The sun was a little dazzling, and white clouds were floating in the sky like trunks. In the green sky, occasionally a few birds flew past his sight.

“The weather is good today.”

Suddenly he understood the last level of the Heavenly Angry Heart Method, which had been unrealistic, and the terrifying internal force made him feel fearless. Then he turned his eyes to the imperial city and the palace, and desire was flowing in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, we have no way to go, we can only walk your way, don't mind?" He thought under such a clear sky, murmured, and the Tianfu Sword trembled excitedly around his waist.

Afterwards, a group of teams rushed out of Xihua Gate and walked along with the bustling crowds, which was not so conspicuous. They slowly walked towards the imperial city, and the sun shone down. Not far away, in a restaurant, a haggard man was wearing a somewhat dirty constable suit, quietly watching the movements of the Xichang below.

"You finally moved." Then, in the pigeon cage on the wine table behind him, the written note was tied to fly. The pigeon flapped its wings and passed through the branches outside the building, rushed into the sky, and flew towards Donghuamen.

Next to the cage, some iron fist gloves were worn on their hands, and their eyes looked like a hungry wolf. They turned around and went downstairs and got into the abortion.

Disappear.

At Donghua Gate, the sunlight in the war factory was pouring down, spreading on the ground, and five hundred Jinyiwei were ready to fight, standing quietly on the school ground. The wind occasionally blew past and lifted up the corners of the clothes. On the small building opposite, Hai Dafu sat there quietly, closing his eyes, waiting for time to pass minute by minute.

Soon after, the sound of flapping wings sounded outside the window. A man walked over, took down the note and put it in front of him. Then his fat figure stood up and lit the note on the candle to burn it. He walked outside and looked at the five hundred people standing with a knife under him.

He raised his head and sucked out the turbid breath in his chest, then waved his hand down.

Yang Zhi, Jin Jiu and the five hundred Jinyiwei behind him put on the hideous ghost faces. The momentum was changed, and his blood boiled.

Not yet.

On the wall of the imperial city, the imperial guards were guarding and patrolling. Below, Liu Jin brought two eunuchs from Ciming Palace and bowed to a general who was dozing: "General Dai is dreaming of promotion."

Suddenly someone spoke, and the general woke up. When he saw that he was an old acquaintance, he felt relieved. He went to Baihua Tower yesterday and took some effort. He came back early this morning to take over the shift. If others were to see him, he would have to be exposed to him. The salary would be considered light.

He immediately bowed: "It turned out to be Liu Baihu." Then, he leaned forward and whispered: "Don't spread this matter indiscriminately, otherwise my brother would be beaten up if he didn't do it."

Liu Jin turned his head and smiled in his eyes, narrowing his eyes, "General Dai, our family is not the kind of gossiping person, don't worry."

The general surnamed Dai laughed and said that it was revealed.

"What's the matter with that Lord Baihu coming here at this moment?"

"I want to give it to the general because I have a credit." Liu Jin's voice gradually became smaller and closer to the past, and whispered a few words in the other person's ear.

After hearing this, the man frowned and looked at him vigilantly, "It's a big deal, I'm afraid I'm in a difficult situation. What if I hurt Your Majesty?"

"General Dai"

Liu Jin looked out of the city, and only a cold sentence said: "Good things are so hard that everyone looks up and sees you. Yu Qianhu, Cao Qianhu, are you able to offend? And there is an admiral above. It is no longer a question of whether you can save your position, but whether you can see the sun as soft as tomorrow in your life."

The sun shines brightly, and the generals on the city gate tower are like standing in a cold abyss.

Afterwards, the city gate guards inexplicably pulled half of them away

Time passed slowly, and thousands of people were divided into groups. Wei Zhongxian rode on his horse, looked at the guards of the Imperial City Palace Gate, and smiled coldly. Then, he bowed to the top: "I wonder where the general is on duty today, please open the door and talk."

At this time, a sleepy face popped out, "Oh, it turns out that it was Duke Wei who returned to the palace. Why did he bring so many Western Factory men? The imperial city is prohibited, and no more than a hundred people."

Under the city, Wei Zhongxian had no expression on his face. The sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed, and he jumped on the back of the horse. Someone fell down on the city wall, and the sword edge pressed on the general's shoulder. The other party said, "Open the city gate."

"Yes" The general surnamed Dai, who had been instructed before, quickly asked the soldiers below to slowly push the city gate open, and then batches of Western Factory men came up to take over the defense and firmly guard the city gate.

"It's something that recognizes the current affairs."

Seeing that the people from the West Factory had already come in, Wei Zhongxian moved the sword and looked over with some appreciation, "Why would you rather bring your troops with us to Zhao Ji's palace and see how it is."

On the high city wall, the man begged with a sad face and said, "Sir, the young man is older than the elder, but the younger is younger than the younger. He cannot do this."

As soon as he finished speaking, blood splattered everywhere, and the corpse with a terrified expression slowly fell down in front of Wei Zhongxian, "Bah, I'm shameless."

With the bloody Tianqi Sword, Wei Zhongxian shouted angrily at the people below: "These are all fellow parties of Bai Ning from Dongchang. If you don't leave any of them, you will kill them all."

Under the wall, the Western Factory's monsters surged up and slashed with a knife. The imperial guards without weapons were wailing, falling in pools of blood, struggling in pain.

The team gathered again, led by Nie Yun and the three dragons of the Yellow River, and rushed towards the palace, overlooking the entire imperial city, thousands of people swept over like a long black snake.

The royal family is majestic and shaky.

Behind, Wu Yong looked pale and looked at the imperial guards who were dead under the wall, and his body shook weakly. How could he not know what Wei Zhongxian was going to do now?

He slipped away quietly while no one was paying attention

Not long after, the Xichang Fanzi collided with the guards of the imperial palace's direct weapon, and they entered the palace.
Chapter completed!