Chapter 89: The Heavenly Knife Unsheathed! Liu Hao Arrives on a Dragon!
When the city was broken, the Ming imperial guards fought to the death and resisted the Han warriors. Order had collapsed, and everything inside and outside the imperial city had fallen into complete chaos.
The guards in the palace were also greatly weakened, and the screams and howls of palace maids and eunuchs were everywhere.
Suddenly, the Emperor of Wuchang hugged Wenlong's thigh, as if grasping a life-saving straw, and said with tears: "Brother, please take action, turn the tide before it falls, and help the building before it collapses!"
Emperor Wenlong twisted a black chess piece in his right hand, looked at the sky above the imperial city, shook his head and sighed: "The blood condensed into beacon fire and smoke, and the wind never dispersed. There were such masters in the Han army. It seems that today's situation is
, it’s irreparable..."
Several masters in the palace couldn't stand anymore, and they all clasped their fists and said: "The Han army breaks through the city and the imperial city will be in chaos. Please change your robes and prepare to break out!"
This master of the imperial family defended the emperor Long Jia, and his martial arts skills were unparalleled in the world. He was certainly not an ordinary person.
However, Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, struck straight at him, his gaze as sharp as a sword. No one in the palace dared to look directly at him. Wherever the light of the sword passed, the heads of more than a dozen masters in the palace flew into the sky.
The peerless master who was so powerful in the martial arts world in the past could not even pull out the sword in front of the Heavenly Sword, and was found dead on the spot!
"Your Excellency... you have good sword skills."
Emperor Wenlong sighed softly and said: "People like this were also used by the Emperor of Han. It seems that the fall of the Ming Dynasty was really a fate."
When Song Que saw Emperor Wenlong, he bowed his hands and said, "His Majesty the Holy Emperor has rushed from Tianshan Mountain to Zhongzhou and will soon go to the imperial city to take charge of the overall situation. The Ming Dynasty is over and you have extraordinary spirit. Why don't you follow the trend and surrender the whole country?"
The two brothers Wuchang and Wenlong looked very similar. After Song Que joined the dynasty, he was used to seeing the destruction of various countries, but he was also surprised by this.
"Bold and crazy, rude words, seeking death!"
An old man wearing a black Taoist robe standing behind Emperor Wenlong cursed angrily with his halberd pointed and took action.
The Taoist robes were fluttering, and one could see that this person was extremely fast, just like a crane flying across the hall, with his hands clasped in the shape of a crane to both sides of Song Que's temples.
"Little tricks."
Song Quexiong's body was as tall as a mountain, and he stood in the main hall, motionless. Only at the moment when his paws came close to three feet in front of his forehead, the sleeves of his long robe moved.
A ray of sword light suddenly bloomed!
The blood suddenly appears!
The heavenly sword had already split Xuanhe's body into two halves. One of the four elders beside the emperor fell sharply from the sky like a crane with broken wings. He could not survive before his eyes.
"With one move, Xuanhe was killed. What kind of martial arts is this!?"
The other three elders broke out in a cold sweat and were on guard against Song Que, but they did not dare to take action rashly again.
Xuanhe was born in Wudang, but he became famous forty years ago. He was two generations higher than the current head of Wudang. By chance, he was thrown into the palace as a royal enshrinement.
With his decades of Xuanmen skills, he still can't take Song Que's sword!?
Everyone in the hall was trembling, and no one could clearly see the brilliance of the ray of light just now.
"You are no match for me, just retreat."
Emperor Wenlong raised his hand, pressed it empty-handedly, signaling for everyone to retreat, and sighed: "When did such swordsmen appear in the rivers and lakes? They are far superior to the Beiyin Kuangsao King Nie Ren in those days, and he is superior to a hundred thousand troops.
I'm afraid I can just stroll around and come and go as I please..."
Song Que's eyes were like daggers, falling on Emperor Wenlong, and said in a deep voice: "Compared to His Majesty the Holy Emperor, my martial arts is like the light of a firefly compared to the bright moon. You also have unique skills. It's better to surrender as soon as possible. Your Majesty will forgive you and you will be able to do it."
Let me tolerate you."
Wen Long said curiously: "You have such high regard for the Holy Emperor of the Han Dynasty. It seems that he is the best master in the world. I suddenly want to make a bet with him."
"What bet?"
"If he can take my move, even if he wins, hundreds of thousands of soldiers of the Ming Dynasty will immediately disarm and surrender, and he will be able to sit on this dragon throne..."
Emperor Wenlong slowly stood up from the red gold dragon chair, with bright eyes, and said loudly: "If he loses, the Han army will immediately withdraw from Zhongzhou and never invade the Ming Dynasty. How about dividing the two countries into north and south?"
This last question was sent out with inner strength, but it was not directed at Song Que. It seemed like he was looking up to the sky.
Emperor Wuchang hurriedly advised: "Brother, you can't do this. How can Jiangshan Sheji be so childish!?"
Wenlong was not moved at all, and just said calmly: "Oh? Do you have a way to retreat hundreds of thousands of troops?"
Emperor Wuchang sat down slumped and was speechless.
Folks often say that he is a foolish and unprincipled emperor, but this may not be the case. However, he is mediocre in intelligence and has a lot of ambition but insufficient power to govern China. He is even more powerless in the face of hundreds of thousands of tigers and wolves.
Emperor Wenlong's whistle roared loudly and echoed endlessly, drowning out the killing sounds in the imperial city.
Strangely, there was a roar of a giant dragon from the sky, seemingly in response.
"Since you have this intention, then I will fight with you."
Amid the roar of the dragon, a majestic and deep voice came from the distant sky, from far to near, and suddenly rang in the ears of everyone in the palace, making the imperial guards' hair stand on end.
Hearing his voice but not seeing his person, he couldn't help but feel a sense of surrender in his heart. This person's cultivation is absolutely terrifying and unimaginable. Could he really be an immortal in heaven!?
"Long live the Holy Emperor, long live your Majesty!"
"Long live the Holy Emperor, long live your Majesty!"
Hearing the sound of the dragon roaring over the imperial city, everyone from Commander Lu Xun down to the Five Tiger Generals and hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Han army solemnly performed the most sincere military salute.
The officers and soldiers of the Ming Army were already so shocked that they all stood on the spot, looking up at the sky, forgetting what they were doing.
"True dragon!"
"That's the real dragon coming to the world, the Holy Emperor of the Han Dynasty riding on the dragon!!"
"The Emperor of Immortal Palace is nothing better than this!"
At this time, the theory of ghosts and gods was the most popular. Liu Hao came riding a real dragon. He had the majestic appearance of an ancient emperor. Everyone's hearts were agitated, and the huge battlefield was actually silent.
"Welcome to His Majesty!"
The royal guards in the imperial palace rolled up their cloaks and knelt down. The imperial guards of the Ming Dynasty rushed towards Wenlong's back and protected him in the center as if they were facing a powerful enemy.
The real dragon raised its head ferociously over the imperial city, roared several times, and finally obeyed Liu Hao's call and perched on the dragon talisman. …