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Chapter 394 Entering the capital, Dasheng collapsed

The red-clothed ghost just glanced at Dongfang Bubai without stopping at all, and even sped up his escape speed a bit.

suddenly.

Her heart trembled, and palpitations flashed in her eyes.

Pale sword light flew towards her, blocking her way.

A pale figure appeared in front of her.

White clothes beat snow!

The ghost in red looked at Ximen Chuuxue, his face turned pale for a while.

She was not afraid of Ximen Chuuxue, but understood that the situation at this time was full of crises.

Not to mention the others, just Ximen Chuuxue in the front and Dongfang Bubai in the rear, one in front of the other, there is almost no possibility for her to escape.

Ximen Chuuxue glanced at her indifferently.

The long sword in his hand was unsheathed again.

The pale sword edge cut across the void, without any smoke or smoke.

There is no bright sword light, no majestic aura, just like an ordinary sword, a stab that ordinary people can do.

But the red-clothed ghost's eyes were full of fear.

The sharpness and speed of this sword exceeded her cognition.

The moment she drew the sword, she seemed to feel her own death.

As soon as the sword light came out, blood spattered.

The red-clothed ghost stared blankly at the pale sword that stabbed at his throat.

"why?"

She asked in horror and ignorance.

Too bad no one explained it to her.

Ximen Chuuxue is a pure swordsman, he has given up all the fancy swordsmanship and swordsmanship, and even Jiujianxian's swordsmanship is only used for his journey.

All he asked for was a sword to kill.

When the sword came out, the throat was pierced, and the blood blossomed under the sword. The brilliance of this moment was the beauty of the way of the sword that he pursued.

Now Ximen Chuuxue's cultivation is at the peak of the Tong Xuan Realm, and he is only one step away from breaking through to the Ming Dao Realm.

It can be said that under the Ming Dao Realm, very few people can block his sword.

It is a miracle not to die!
Perhaps only Dugu Qiubai can stop his sword.

Not far away, Dongfang Bubai, who was chasing after him, looked at the falling body of the ghost in red, and cast a gloomy glance at Ximen Chuuxue.

But she didn't say anything.

Because it's useless to say anything.

Such is Ximen Chuuxue's character.

The battle in Beishi City came and went quickly.

The Bei Family and the Temple of Enshrinement, which had been prepared for a long time, will soon behead the masters of the coming ghosts and immortals.

In less than a quarter of an hour, only a very few people escaped from Guixiandao.

Gui Yanluo left Rakshasa Buddha and ran away by himself. Although Bei Zilun tried every means to stop him, he still let him run away.

As for the others.

Grandma Ghost should be the smartest one. At the beginning of the battle, when the situation was not good, she turned around and ran without the slightest hesitation.

……

The situation in Kyoto has stabilized.

Facing an enemy several times larger than their own, although the Dasheng Royal Family and Chaotang still kept their last bones and struggled desperately, the result was doomed the moment the Kyoto defensive formation was shattered.

The Xianwu army from all directions invaded the city, and the remaining guards and guards of the court were completely defeated. With low morale, many soldiers lost the will to fight and fled in all directions.

Even if Shenghuang asked the Black Flame Cavalry to supervise the battle, they did not stop the fleeing soldiers.

After some chaos, the black flame cavalry was wiped out, and the remaining soldiers surrendered.

Huang Feihu led three thousand elite troops into the palace.

Wantonly slaughtered the remaining dragon soldiers and royal masters, and finally stopped in the Chaoyi Hall.

Inside the court hall.

Sheng Huang was dressed in a golden military uniform, sitting on the dragon chair, watching Huang Feihu striding in, trembling slightly.

At this time, there was no one around him, and he was truly alone.

It's not that everyone deserted him, but he drove everyone away.

The city of Kyoto was broken, and Dasheng was destroyed. Shenghuang knew very well that there was no chance to turn defeat into victory.

So he drove everyone away.

Each flees for his life, each obeys the destiny.

"His Majesty Sheng Huang, please!"

Huang Feihu, covered in blood, stood in the hall, looked at Shenghuang, bowed slightly and said.

No matter what, the person in front of him is the great emperor.

Even if it's just a subjugated king, he should be given the respect he deserves.

Sheng Huang stared blankly at the sky outside the door, his body motionless.

"No need, I'm right here."

His lips quivered slightly.

At the moment, he is a loner.

A loner who has lost everything.

He was unwilling, helpless, resentful, but more helpless and powerless.

Recalling that when Dasheng entered the troubled times, he was just a prince. Although he was heavy at that time, he didn't have any fear, and there was the previous Shenghuang supporting him.

However, everything has changed since Sheng Huang became seriously ill in the previous generation.

"Why~"

Sheng Huang stared at the distant sky with bloodshot eyes, and couldn't hold back the resentment in his heart any longer, so he let out an angry howl.

The howling sound was full of hopelessness, lingering in the hall.

Terrible, helpless, hopeless.

Huang Feihu looked at him silently.

The sound of fighting outside the hall became more and more sparse, and a large number of soldiers of the Immortal Martial Army came to the front of the hall.

First Zheng Lun and Chen Qi, then Ben Boerba and Ba Boerben.

Seeing this, Sheng Huang showed a miserable smile.

He expects a miracle to happen, but there is no such thing as a miracle in this world.

Wearing golden armor, he slowly stood up unsteadily from the dragon chair.

Bright red blood oozes from the nose and mouth.

Seeing this, Huang Feihu couldn't help frowning.

"Don't look at me with this victor's attitude!"

"Even if I lose, you don't want to take my body as a trophy."

He looked down at the people at the gate of the palace, the bright red blood stained his teeth, dripped down his chin, and dripped onto the golden battle armor.

"What about the king of subjugation?"

"The emperor's body cannot be humiliated!"

He widened his eyes and stared straight at Huang Feihu.

Huang Feihu looked at him and shook his head slightly.

Since then.

"Report to His Majesty."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Next, he still has to clean up the mess in the palace. He wants to tidy up the palace as soon as possible, but he doesn't have time to listen to a dying person vent his resentment here.

All the soldiers retreated like a tide, leaving only a dozen soldiers guarding outside the gate of the palace.

suddenly.

The hall became silent.

Sheng Huang sat slumped in front of the dragon chair, staring blankly at the sky outside the door.

Slowly, slowly, his breathing stopped.

The body turned into a puddle of water like melted blood and flowed down the steps.

The golden yellow armor was scattered.

Seeing this, the soldiers guarding outside the door stepped forward quickly and packed them up.

……

outside the city.

Zheng Ming sat on the imperial car, looking at the majestic capital indifferently.

Beside him is Fa Hai.

"Report to Your Majesty, Emperor Sheng took poison and committed suicide in the court hall."

Yuhuatian came and reported.

Zheng Ming nodded slightly, but did not speak.

For the Emperor, suicide may be the last dignity.

He didn't care how Sheng Huang died, as long as he died anyway.

An hour later, when the afterglow of the setting sun infiltrated the clouds in the west, Huang Feihu came out of the capital riding on Uncle Niu.

"Report to Your Majesty, the palace is in order."

Huang Feihu came to Zheng Ming and said.

Zheng Ming leaned on the back of the chair, playing with the jade seal with his slender fingers.

"Let's enter the palace."

"Get off!"

Yuhuatian shouted.

The imperial chariot moved forward slowly and entered the city.

On the widened and straight street, the Xianwu Army guarded vigilantly on the left and right.

The long queue stretches all the way to the depths of Kyoto.

The imperial chariot moved forward, crossed the street, entered the palace gate, and arrived at the Chaoyi Hall.

At this moment, the inside of the Chaoyi Hall was clean, and even the peculiar smell had dissipated.

Zheng Ming casually looked at everything in the hall.

Resplendent and magnificent.

It is more majestic and luxurious than Dali's palace.

"not bad!"

Zheng Ming laughed.

Behind him, Jia Xu stepped forward and asked softly, "Your Majesty, what should we do with the people in the palace?"

Shenghuang is not the only one in the huge palace, there are queen mothers, empresses, noble concubines, eunuchs and eunuchs, court ladies, and there are tens of thousands of people.

Zheng Ming paused slightly, and said, "You can figure it out."

A gleam flashed in Jia Xu's eyes, and he said, "My minister obeys the order."

Since then.

Jia Xu took Yuhuatian and left the palace.

And Zheng Ming, under the service of Yan Lingji, spent the whole night in the side hall.

That night, Kyoto was not peaceful.

Although Dasheng is destroyed, there are still many people and things in the city that need to be cleaned up.

Relatives of the emperor, court ministers and so on.

It should be killed, it should be buried.

Needless to say the bloody and tragic.

When the dawn of the next day fell, the capital was completely quiet.

Gu Yi, Gu Shuo and Lu Chen stood in front of the palace gate.

Looking at the imperial palace bathed in the morning light, I feel a little sad, but also a little relaxed.

From now on there will be no great prosperity.

This chaos is finally over.

They had dreamed about it before, and they were unwilling to do so. Even if they joined Dali, there was still a greed in their hearts that they shouldn't have.

But at this point all the dust has settled.

Everything in my heart will dissipate with the wind.

All that's left is exhaustion and exhaustion.

After fighting for several years, countless troops were lost and generals were lost. Both the Gu family and the Lu family lost a lot in this troubled world.

"Meet the three seniors!"

Beiling had shed his icy battle armor, and was wearing a blue gown, which was a little less fierce and chilling, and a little more elegant and lazy.

Don't forget, he used to be a slob.

The three of Gu Yi looked at him and nodded slightly.

"Is Beishi City okay?" Gu Yi asked.

"Everything is fine. Gui Xiandao suffered heavy losses. Except for a few people who escaped, most of them were killed." Beiling replied.

Lu Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Now the Cai family is left."

Dasheng's seven first-rank families.

The Xiao family was destroyed.

The Bei family, the Gu family, and the Lu family joined Dali.

The Shen family was loyal to the Dasheng court, and now it is basically destroyed.

Although the Jiang family suffered heavy losses, they chose to surrender when the army entered the city, and the ending was better than that of the Shen family.

Only the Cai family is still in Lei Ze County.

"The trend of the times, the Cai family should make a wise choice." Gu Yi said indifferently.

The three families of Bei, Gu, and Lu joined Dali. Originally, Dali occupied the land of the five counties, plus the land of the three counties around Kyoto, Dali now controls the fifteen counties.

The rest are Heishui County of Guixiandao and Lei Ze County and Lanshui County of Cai Family.

There are only three counties left, and the eighteen counties of Dasheng are considered complete.

And now that Guixiandao has suffered heavy losses, it is estimated that it will be difficult to control Heishui County, so only the Cai family is left.

(End of this chapter)