The city wall is tall and made of stone. It is majestic and majestic. It is like a natural barrier, protecting the people and civilization in the city. Above the city gate, a mighty flag hangs, fluttering in the wind, exuding a chilling atmosphere.
In front of the city gate, there are uneven bluestone roads, towering ancient trees, small bridges and flowing water, just like a picture scroll, making people forget to leave.
In front of Bianzhou City, war drums were beating, flags were flying, military formations were like mountains, and cavalry were galloping. Under the mighty military power, the enemy could only flee in fear.
Yi Yi was wearing a white Confucian uniform and a Confucian crown. His appearance was very resolute, with thick eyebrows protruding from his broad forehead, and firm eyes shining in his deep eye sockets. His nose was straight and there was almost no trace of trace on his face.
The extra fat makes him look very strong. His chin is square and strong, and he has a thick beard biting tightly.
This man is tall and tall, riding a tall horse, looking at the Bianzhou City in front of him and the Liang Army's military formation from a distance.
Tongwenguan, Li Sizhao.
Just before, he received news from his eldest brother Li Siyuan, asking him to join his eldest brother's adopted son Zhang Zifan to assist the orphan Li Tang who had left the mountain. After thinking about it for a while, Li Sizhao knew his eldest brother's intention.
In this game of chess, those who are qualified to be chess pieces must try their best to ensure that they will not become abandoned. He has not been in Tongwen Hall for many years. It seems that the pressure from his adoptive father is really great on his eldest brother.
But looking at the Bianzhou City in front of him, Li Sizhao was indeed in trouble, for no other reason than Li Xingyun had already entered, should he enter or not?
That was Bianzhou City, the headquarters of Daliang. The Xuanming Cult and Daliang's army had probably already laid a dragnet in the city.
After thinking for a long time and looking at the city of Bianzhou surrounded like an iron barrel in front of him, Li Sizhao conscientiously chose to wait.
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Daliang Palace, dark place, in front of a palace.
Fake Li's eyes lit up when he heard the bad commander's order. Immediately, he threw away the bamboo hat on his head, took off the cloak behind him, and then, using his inner strength, he rushed towards Uncle Yang, who was dressed in white.
He lunged forward like a tiger, his body quickly approaching the opponent like a bolt of lightning, the air in his palms rolling, his fists violently swung out, and several moves like a violent storm hit Uncle Yang in front of him.
Fake Li's punch met Uncle Yang's palm, and as the air flow surged, the aftermath created a strong wind.
Uncle Yang took action, fighting with fists and kicks. After receiving a few moves, he jumped away. He looked at Fake Li, who was dressed in black and had no face, and asked with some surprise: "You actually know Tiangang Jue?"
That's right, the technique used by the man in black just now was Yuan Tiangang's Tiangang Jue!
He always thought that bad handsome men would only teach Li Xingyun the terrifying Tiangang Jue technique.
"There are still many things that Grand Master doesn't know!" Fake Li's hoarse voice came out from behind his black mask, and then he rushed towards Uncle Yang.
Seeing this, Uncle Yang flew behind him. Seeing this, Fake Li slightly raised the corners of his mouth behind his mask, and stepped forward to bully him.
But he saw Uncle Yang tapping his foot on the beam behind him, using his index finger and middle finger as a sword. There was a sword light flashing in his palm, and it went straight towards the fake Li.
"Jinghong!" Fake Li recognized Uncle Yang's move and was immediately frightened. However, it was too late to retreat at this moment, so he used the Tiangang Technique with all his strength to catch Uncle Yang's dangerous move.
The two internal forces clashed, and after just a moment, Fake Li was forced back a few steps by Uncle Yang's move.
But it's just a few steps back.
Although Uncle Yang's move was dangerous, he used it hastily. Fake Li has practiced with Yuan Tiangang for many years, and his skill has reached the middle heaven level. He can force Fake Li back with the skill of the small heaven level, which shows that Uncle Yang's cultivation is high.
Uncle Yang stepped forward quickly, raised his hand and grabbed Fake Li's face. Although Fake Li was in a state of decline, he reacted quickly and avoided Uncle Yang's move. However, the mask and bandage on his face were grabbed by Uncle Yang.
Pull down.
Uncle Yang was originally looking for the mask on his face.
He always felt that he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the person in front of him.
After all, Fake Li's skill was superior to Uncle Yang's, so he just took a few steps back, stabilized his figure, and raised his head again.
When Uncle Yang saw this, he was shocked and said: "How could you do this!"
The beautiful eyes of Jiangchen on the side also had a look of shock.
While he was distracted, Fake Li used several Huayang needles to point various points on Uncle Yang's chest, immobilizing him instantly.
Fake Li originally wanted to take action again, but after much thought, he finally gave up.
Now it's best to do whatever the commander-in-chief says.
He put on his mask again, came to Yuan Tiangang, and knelt down on one knee.
"Take it down." Yuan Tiangang's somewhat hoarse voice came from behind the mask.
Several bad guys wearing Xuanming Cult costumes suddenly jumped out of nowhere and captured Uncle Yang.
He is a bad person but uses slanderous words to deceive the government, this treacherous sycophant!
Yuan Tiangang slowly walked to Fake Li, without speaking, he just stopped.
Fake Li's whole body was trembling slightly, and he lowered his head involuntarily.
"I have taught you for seventeen years, but you still can't match Li Chunfeng's hexagram?" Yuan Tiangang said, and his voice without any emotion reached the fake Li's ears.
Jiangchen's beautiful eyes widened and he ate the melon in front of him carefully. She seemed to have heard something terrible.
"Can you become the real Li Xingyun?" Yuan Tiangang's hoarse voice reached the ears of fake Li and Jiangchen.
At this moment, Yuan Tiangang's hoarse voice sounded like the sound of nature to Fake Li.
"I, I can, Commander, I can definitely do it." Fake Li looked at Yuan Tiangang in front of him, his eyes full of determination, and he said firmly.
"Why do you think you can!" Yuan Tiangang looked at the fake Li in front of him and asked emotionlessly.
"Commander, you have taught me for seventeen years. I am confident that as long as you give me time, I will not be weaker than anyone in the world!" Fake Li looked at Yuan Tiangang in front of him, his eyes full of fanaticism.
"I will give you a chance. No matter what, in the end, I only want the emperor who has the blood of the Li Tang royal family." After Yuan Tiangang said this, he slowly walked towards the distance with his hands behind his back.
"The royal family of Li Tang... bloodline." Fake Li didn't react for a moment and was a little confused.
"Weeping Blood Record!" Jiangchen murmured and said.
As soon as Yuan Tiangang finished speaking, she reacted.
"Take him there." Yuan Tiangang said, not knowing to whom he was speaking.
A bad guy jumped down from the rafter, came to the fake Li, and said, "Please follow me."
‘Seeing dragons in the fields and tigers roaring in the sky.’ Yuan Tiangang thought slightly in his mind, thinking about the hexagrams he had laid out a few days ago.
Jiangchen's body flashed and he came to Yuan Tiangang's side.
Fake Li, on the other hand, looked at the bad guy who was walking away in the distance, and followed him with a heartbeat.