The reason why the prophet did not choose to let Yu Wuxia be the emperor was because so many years of getting along made him realize that Yu Wuxia is still suitable to be a bird flying outside.
He lacked Ye Hua's decisiveness and training in dealing with things in a calm manner.
After the thick sound came out, the silence of the room was obtained, and no one dared to make a sound.
This turmoil was too great, and even Ye Hua and Bai Yan didn't react.
"Don't you understand what I said?" The prophet's tone was displeased, "Take the Yeshi clan down and demote it to a commoner from then on."
"Oh hahahahahaha." Just as the prophet's words fell, and the soldiers were about to step forward to take the emperor and Bai Yan down, Bai Yan suddenly raised his head and burst into laughter, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his palms were holding his hands.
It flipped suddenly. A sign with green light appeared in his palm.
The smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly turned cold, and a confident smile appeared on Bai Yan's face. "Do you think, if you can keep one hand, I can't keep one hand? What is the emperor? What is the last emperor? It's just a hollow without real power.
Just a carrot."
As he said that, Bai Yan took the military talisman and walked around, and said sternly to the soldiers: "The military talisman is here, come in."
With Bai Yan's order, the door of the main hall was suddenly knocked open. The armor of thousands of soldiers flashed a dazzling light in the sunset light, surrounding Hua Xuanji and others, and surrounding the entire hall.
He got up, and even the roof was filled with all the people from the Zhanyue Palace. No space left.
In fact, Bai Yan understood from the beginning that today's matter would never be that simple, and in fact, this is also the worst-case scenario.
After all, even if he gets the throne, the ministers may not surrender. He is not simply revenge, he also wants real power. When the prophets came to power, they just gave Bai Yan a reason to seize the throne.
If he succeeds, sitting on the throne will definitely be the destination of everyone, the smile on the corner of his mouth will rise even more, and Bai Yan shouted coldly: "Anyone who resists, he will kill him."
If it was the emperor just now, there would be a few more confidants. But, as soon as the prophets ascended to the great treasure, how could there be a support from the soldiers?
As the soldiers and the people from the Zhanyue Palace approached layer by layer, the ministers had already escaped. The original emperor wanted to intervene but was hinted by Eunuch Li's eyes, and the two of them slowly retreated to the back.
Hua Xuanji looked at Bai Yan angrily and wanted to open his mouth to scold him, but the soldiers on this side had already jumped up, so Hua Xuanji had to block it with his hands.
Yehua pulled out his fan, and Yu Wuxia also took out the jade flute from his arms, while the prophet was holding his crutch.
For a moment, the ping-pong sound of weapons rang out in the main hall, and the pungent smell of blood echoed in the air.
Although there were many people on that side, the prophet's skills were not as expected by Bai Yan.
The chapped lips slightly tightened, but a relieved smile appeared, a pair of green eyes flashed with uncut smiles, and the crutch swept across several soldiers with a strong breath, and a large piece of them fell down in an instant
people.
Hua Xuanji's force must be the weakest compared to these people, but Ye Hua and Yu were too busy to guard against her, and they did not give the soldiers any chance to touch her body.
Bai Yan looked at the scene in front of him, his sword eyebrows slightly raised, but in a moment he returned to his former coldness. He coldly ordered Ji Yan behind him, "Tell me my life, all the dead soldiers of the Moon Killing Palace will be together.
I don't believe it if I give it to me. With just five people, I can resist hundreds of elites in the Moon Palace."
Ji Yan took the order, nodded and retreated. The next second, hundreds of men in black jumped down from the roof, filling the situation of the main hall that had just made Hua Xuanji and the others breathed a sigh of relief.
Hua Xuanji's hand holding the sword from the dead soldiers was slowly trembling, and her chest was also violently rising and falling.
A small face turned pale and pale lips like wilted petals buzzing up and down, and the smooth forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
Looks extremely tired.
"Are you okay?" Ye Hua used a fan to knock down several soldiers that Hua Xuanji didn't care about and asked with concern.
"It's still very good." Hua Xuanji took this opportunity and took a breath, reached out to continue fighting with the waves of dead soldiers coming up.
"It's not a solution to continue fighting like this." Ye Hua said in a deep voice to Hua Xuanji and the others with a jingle of weapons.
"It's true." Yu Wuxia responded next to him, and looked coldly at the place where Bai Yan was. A strange light flashed across his green eyes.
The five people quickly got together, and Yu Wuxia said lightly: "Capture the king first, capture the thief, and let's go out alone to deal with Bai Yan. In this way, if he is defeated, the others will definitely evacuate immediately."
"That's it." Ye Hua answered happily while stabbing a man in black with his sword.
Then he quickly said, "Or I'll go."
"Your martial arts may not be as good as him. You stay here to protect Hua Xuanji, I'll go."
As he said that, without waiting for the others to refuse, Yu Wuxia quickly broke out of the encirclement, picked up the jade flute, tied a flower, and stabbed it straight towards the white flame.
Bai Yan was caught off guard and was stabbed hard by Yu Wuxia on his right shoulder.
He swallowed the blood from his mouth alive, and Bai Yan's mouth curled up a slow smile.
He hit Yu Wuxia's chest with his right hand.
Yu Wuxia was too focused on seeing Bai Yan's expression, and most of his energy was absorbed by his soul-catching technique. When he realized it, he also slapped his right shoulder.
"Now we're even." Bai Yan's smile on the corner of his mouth was filled with a touch of evil.
"You are no match for me." Bai Yan snorted proudly.
"What about me?" At this time, the prophet suddenly stomped towards the white flames with his feet.
The crutch in his hand was thrown away, carrying the blood of the soldiers.
Bai Yan had no chance to fight back at all, and he was hit by a cane on his chest and back at the same time. He shook his body hard, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.
"The army never gets tired of deceit." The prophetic division returned to its former unruly state, stood firm and shook the crutches in his hand towards Bai Yan.
Bai Yan never expected that the five of them would rush out to fight against him.
Bai Yan is a self-aware person. He understands that he must be unable to defeat the prophet, and he can tell by his breath alone.
And he added another jade Wuxia, which made him unable to deal with it.
The narrow peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and Bai Yan did not fight back immediately. Instead, he passed through the prophet and Yu Wuxia's bodies and looked at Hua Xuanji, Ye Sheng and Ye Hua who were struggling to resist.
An unknown smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Bai Yan hummed coldly and said, "Have you two left the three of them there to deal with the nearly 100 elites under my command?"
"What do you mean?" Yu Wuxia asked in confusion, but saw Bai Yan slowly moving one foot.
He said something bad, and reached out and rushed towards Bai Yan eagerly, but his fingers quickly rubbed his clothes.
Bai Yan swung his sleeves and held the dagger that Hua Xuanji had knocked down tightly in his palm, and stabbed directly into Hua Xuanji's chest.
Bai Yan followed by a momentum. Even if Yu Wuxia's light skills were good, she would not be able to catch up. The prophet was entangled by Ji Yan again. Yu Wuxia had no choice but to shout: "Hua Xuanji, be careful."
Although Hua Xuanji learned a lot of martial arts from the prophet, she was helpless and her physical strength was not as good as a man. What's more, those elites went one after another.
And deliberately surrounded Ye Hua, so that Ye Hua could not pull out his hand to protect him. So Hua Xuanji was exhausted at this time, and it was already difficult to deal with the waves of people rushing over, let alone the sudden appearance of Bai Yan.
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If it weren't for knowing that Qi'er was still waiting for her to take him home, Hua Xuanji would have been weak.
Yu Wuxia's voice not only did not remind her, but instead made her distracted.
A hole was cut in an instant by his right arm, and Hua Xuanji didn't care about crying out in pain. At the same time, Bai Yan's dagger roared in front of him.
He closed his eyes weakly. Hua Xuanji no longer had any extra strength to deal with Bai Yan, so he had to accept his fate again.
The moment she closed her eyes, Hua Xuanji seemed to smell the faint mint fragrance, and she fell into a warm embrace.
It’s your own illusion, doesn’t it mean that a person will have the deepest part of his memory after he dies?
However, when the pungent smell of blood filled Hua Xuanji's nose, Hua Xuanji finally realized that she was still alive and she was not dead.
When he opened his eyes, he met Ye Hua's pale and thin face. His hair was wet and tucked against his cheeks because of sweat.
The cold and thin eyes were a little dim, and there was a hint of red blood on the corner of his mouth.
His entire left chest was completely stabbed into by a dagger, and a large amount of bright red blood gushed out of it as if endlessly.
Yu Wuxia took off at this time and made a heavy blow behind Bai Yan.
Bai Yan twisted his body and avoided quickly, shouting at Ji Yan, who was covered in scars but still fighting with the prophet, "Let's go."
Hearing this, Ji Yanbian stopped entangling, and after being pulled out with a palm, Bai Yan fled immediately.
The elites of the Moon-Slaying Palace stopped staying when they saw Bai Yan leaving. They gave each other a wink and retreated in unison.
The entire main hall was not as magnificent as when it first stepped in the morning, and the pillars and windows on the walls were filled with dry or undried blood.
Among the numerous corpses, Hua Xuanji, who was holding Ye Hua half-kneeling on the ground, looked particularly abrupt.
His hands were stained with the blood from Ye Hua, and Hua Xuanji felt unprecedented helplessness. He forgot that this man was still facing him with a crossbow four years ago, and Hua Xuanji tightly pulled Ye Hua Tower into his arms.
Blood-stained fingers passed through his hair, and tears fell silently.
Ye Hua raised his hand and wanted to touch Hua Xuanji's cheek, but he hung down weakly, swallowing a big mouthful of blood. Ye Hua blurted out with his remaining strength without thinking, looking at Hua Xuanji's eyes.
Her eyelashes were shaking up and down, and her voice was hoarse as if she was rolling over the sand: "Are you okay?"