Be an emperor from drawing cards

Chapter 83

"Wang Taihe miscalculated. The great Chu royal family has accumulated nearly 200 years, so how could it be possible that there is no backup?"

Chu Lengyu on the side sneered, and looked at Zhao Yu with a hint of surprise.

He himself has the strength of the ninth-rank master realm, but still let Zhu Shimei send a letter to come to help him, so cautious to the extreme, it is only natural that Taihe Wang fell into the trap.

"Underestimated me?"

Glancing at Chu Lengyu, Zhao Yu slowly got up from the throne, looked down at Huang Jingming from a high position, and said with a light smile:
"You did underestimate me, but it wasn't 01:30 that you underestimated. More importantly, you overestimated yourself! Wen Chang, let King Taihe see what my confidence is!"

Zhao Yu shouted in a deep voice.

"Here!"

Wei Yan replied in a deep voice, and the next moment, a sharp aura shot out from his body, and even formed a shadow of a wolf behind him, roaring silently at Huang Jingming!
"Another Ninth Grade Grandmaster, this, how is this possible?!"

Seeing the phantom of the wolf looming behind Wei Yan, Huang Jingming suddenly opened his eyes wide with disbelief on his face.

Facing this scene, Chu Lengyu subconsciously widened her eyes, her face full of horror.

This little guard is also a ninth rank?

Why didn't he notice it just now?

At this thought, Chu Lengyu sighed slightly as he glanced at Zhao Yu, who was standing with his hands behind his back.

It seems that today, even if he tries to aggravate his injury again, he must use all his strength.

Otherwise, if the little emperor used his lack of effort as an excuse to refuse to pay the reward afterwards, and even implicated the sect, then he would be sorry to the ancestors of Tianyin Pavilion.

At the same time, Gao Lishi had sneaked out of the side hall and headed out of the palace.

Ninth-level master level experts can already combine their body-protecting true energy with their essence and spirit to turn it into martial arts flames. They can even go a step further and condense their own unique martial arts appearance.

And this is also the greatest reliance that a ninth-grade master can rely on to defeat ten thousand people with one enemy!
As long as there is no military formation, then facing the ninth-grade master realm, [-] ordinary soldiers will not be able to stop the opponent's footsteps.

"Hmph, Taihe Wang, if you tie your hands up, I might spare your life!"

Zhao Yu snorted coldly and said.

"You want me to capture you without any help?"

As if hearing a joke, Huang Jingming looked up to the sky and laughed until his tears flowed down his cheeks. Then he stared fiercely at Zhao Yu.

"I have been a soldier all my life. I have conquered south and north, and I have never surrendered. If you want to take me, your majesty should try it yourself!"

After Huang Jingming finished speaking, he roared wildly and punched Wei Yan with his fist.

In his opinion, among the three, Chu Lengyu's injury was still unhealed, and the little emperor had little experience, so the red-faced guard was naturally the strongest.

With him around, he couldn't hurt the little emperor at all. In that case, he should use all his strength to kill the opponent, and then free up his hands to deal with the little emperor.

Although the little emperor's cultivation base is high, but he is a child with a yellow hair and how much actual combat experience he has. If he trades injuries for injuries, the little emperor must be in a hurry under the violent attack. At that time, his chance will come.

Moreover, Fan Zhen is in charge of guarding the palace. As long as he delays enough, Fan Zhen will be able to find out what is wrong and lead his troops to help.

At that time, it was time for my own comeback!

Facing Huang Jingming's offensive, Wei Yan's slightly sinister eyes suddenly widened, and he drew out the long knife at his waist with a sneer. In the next moment, a sea of ​​Shura's blood gushed out from him.

In a daze, everyone in the hall thought that they were on the battlefield where a fierce fight was taking place!
"Traitor, look at the knife!"

Wei Yan's tongue burst into spring thunder, and the long knife in his hand poured all his strength into slashing down heavily.

Accompanied by a beast roar like a wolf howling at the moon, the blood-red sword slashed towards Huang Jingming who was rushing forward.

Huang Jingming's aura rose again and again, and a vigorous aura rose from him like the rising sun. The boundless heat wave centered on him, distorting and deforming the surrounding air.

Yanyang Killing Knife, the military sword technique that Huang Jingming is famous for, finally, under the siege of Huang Jingming, under the catalysis of the strong will to advance but never retreat, aggressive like fire, there are faint signs of further progress !

Accompanied by the momentum of rushing forward, Huang Jingming turned his fists into palms and swung his fingers like knives.

A fiery sword aura came out of his palm, defeating all the sword aura along the way, and finally both of them disappeared into nothingness.

"Haha, although your bodyguard is strong, you are still far inferior to this old man! A mere guy who has just entered the ninth rank dares to threaten to kill this old man? It's a joke!"

After one move, Huang Jingming burst out laughing, thinking he had seen through the opponent's lies.

There are also distinctions between high and low ranks of Ninth-Rank Grandmasters!

"Kill you? That's enough!"

Wei Yan's red face remained calm, and as he spoke, he struck out with another knife.

"Pavilion Master Chu!"

Zhao Yu, who was standing in front of the throne, glanced at Chu Lengyu and said calmly.

Hearing Zhao Yu's voice, Chu Lengyu glanced at the two people in the fierce battle. Chu Lengyu gritted his teeth and tapped his right foot. His whole body suddenly appeared above Huang Jingming's head like a roc spreading its wings. A person flashed with lightning on his head and feet. Mang's fist had already hit Huang Jingming's head.

Chu Lengyu's secret skill that made him famous in the world, the Eighteen Thunderous Skills!

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Just after taking action inside the Zihuan Hall, Huang Jingming's guards outside the hall also noticed something was wrong.

"I have received great kindness from the general, and today is the time to repay it!"

"kill!"

These guards shouted and rushed towards Zihuan Palace.

"Hey!"

The crowd had just rushed a few steps when they heard a harsh whistling sound coming from their ears. The next moment, the head of the guard leader who was rushing forward exploded like a watermelon.

"Today, as long as I, Huang Hansheng, are here, you can't even think about taking a step forward!"

A powerful and heroic voice came from the top of Zihuan Palace.

The guards looked up and saw a man with gray hair dressed as a guard standing on the top of Zihuan Hall under the setting sun, looking over here from a distance.

He held a big brass bow about one person's height in his hand, and two pots of arrows leaned against his feet.

The whole body of the long bow was cast in brass, and there was a dragon coiled on each side, and the heads of the two dragons faced each other ferociously in the middle of the big bow.

And the gap in the middle of the dragon's head is just right for an arrow.

"It's just an old soldier, how many people can he block? Brothers, don't worry about him, it's important to help the prince!"

One of the guards said disdainfully.

"kill!"

The guards only hesitated for a moment before rushing towards the palace door again.

"The old man just said that those who dare to trespass in the Zihuan Forbidden Land will die!"

Looking at the crowd rushing madly below, Huang Zhong's eyes were full of coldness, he reached out and took out three spiked arrows from the quiver standing beside his feet, and bent his bow to shoot the arrows.

shhhhhh! ! !
The three wolf-fang arrows trailed long flame tails, exploding into the air with muffled thunder-like sounds.

boom!
Accompanied by shrill screams, the three spiked arrows, like a siege crossbow, forcibly plowed three blood paths in the crowd.

Seeing the stumped limbs and arms beside him, the guards were frightened and stopped walking one by one.

"Ninth, ninth grade..." One of them swallowed and said in a harsh voice.

They were just a group of sixth-grade guards. How could He De allow His Majesty to send a ninth-grade grandmaster specifically for them?

"What about the ninth grade? Brothers, we will fight him!"

One roared, raised the weapon in his hand, and rushed towards Zihuan Hall.

"It's just death, what's there to be afraid of?"

The rest of the people looked at each other, saw each other's determination in their eyes, and launched a desperate charge towards Zihuan Palace at the same time.

"Knowing that you can't do it, you can be called a loyal and brave man! It's a pity that you chose the wrong object of allegiance..."

Huang Zhong, with an expression of admiration on his face, sighed, exerted a little force on his feet, and the four spiked arrows were shaken out of the quiver with vigor, and fell into Huang Zhong's rough palm.

"Forget it, as a tribute to the warriors, I, Huang Hansheng, will give you a ride!"

Amidst the ear-piercing "creaking" sound, Huang Zhong pulled the brass longbow about one person's height into a full moon.

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On the way to the Nuanchun Pavilion, Huang Wenbo, the commander in front of the hall, immediately stopped in his tracks when he sensed several tyrannical auras coming from the direction of Zihuan Hall.

"Master Hou?"

A guard asked in a low voice.

Ignoring the guards' calls, Huang Wenbo's face turned cold and he quickly made calculations in his mind.

It seems that the little emperor was prepared, but when he knew the strength of his elder brother, it was too late to regret it.

The little emperor tried his best to win over three or four powerhouses of the eighth rank, but he was still powerless against his elder brother.

Thinking of Huang Jingming's true cultivation, Huang Wenbo immediately felt relieved.

Calling several guards to his side, Huang Wenbo quickly set up arrangements.

"Separate a few of you, take this general's seal, and go to the commander of the capital, General Fan Zhenfan, and ask him to quickly send troops to Zihuan Hall to support the prince. The rest will leave the palace immediately, and the troops will be divided into three groups after leaving the palace. Road, go all the way to the command post of the imperial army, and ask the other two commanders to go to the Zihuan Hall with their illnesses; go all the way to the arsenal to meet Gao Shilang, and tell him that unless there is a warrant from the prince, no one can agree to pick up the weapons; go all the way In the camp of the Beijing army, find the two generals Liu Changfeng and Han Shao, and tell them that the prince has ordered them to lead the troops into the city quickly! This is the general seal of the Marquis!"

With that said, he took off his general seal from his waist and handed it to a guard.

Zhang Ningfang, the commander of the Five Cities Military and Horse Division, is neutral and does not belong to any faction. He cannot guarantee that his elder brother's orders can suppress him.Therefore, he directly asked Liu Changfeng and Han Shao to lead the army into Beijing, and suppressed the entire situation with the help of the Beijing army.

"Yes!"

Knowing that the situation was urgent, after receiving the general seal, they turned around and hurried towards their respective goals.

Not long after, all the guards around Huang Wenbo had left.

Looking in the direction of Nuanchun Pavilion, Huang Wenbo clenched his fists subconsciously.

"Zixin, Zixin, if you dare to vote for the little emperor, Uncle Wei can only clean up the house for your father!"

At the same time, in Nuanchun Pavilion.

Zhu Yuyan, the Empress Dowager, pretended to be an old mother and stood alone in front of the palace gate.

Imperial Concubine Yin Hanhan was standing alone in front of the palace gate, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes looking in the direction of Zihuan Palace from time to time.

Under her spiritual perception, there are four powerful auras in Zihuan Palace that are constantly entangled and crushed.

"One is the unique holy sect aura of the head brother, one is the blazing military aura of King Taihe, and the other is the brilliant and majestic aura. Could it be that he is the little emperor? There is also the aura that is second only to King Taihe. Could it be that the bloody smell is His Majesty’s trump card..."

Zhu Yuyan's eyes were deep and she was constantly thinking about the situation in Nuanchun Pavilion.

Not only that, there is also a strong and long-lasting domineering aura that flashed through her perception. If she hadn't always been careful, she might have overlooked this aura.

There is also a ninth-grade grandmaster...

Thinking of this, Zhu Yuyan's face changed slightly.

Where did the little emperor find these ninth-rank masters?
With such a hole card and such forbearance, the mind of this majesty is really unfathomable!
At this moment, she finally understood why a few days ago, the little emperor said calmly that Tianyin Pavilion and himself were just icing on the cake, but now it seems that he was not lying.

She, the dignified empress, is just an addition...

As soon as she thought about this, Zhu Yuyan was mentally determined and felt a little dazed at the moment, but the next moment she cheered up.

One day, I will follow in the footsteps of my senior brother and enter the ninth level!

Just as she was thinking wildly, a figure gradually appeared in her vision.

Huang Wenbo!
After seeing the other party's appearance clearly, Zhu Yuyan reminded the Yin Hanhan three people in the hall through the sound transmission, while quickly walking forward and bowing to Huang Wenbo.

"I've met the Marquis, and I'm very polite now."

"you are?"

Looking at the old woman standing in front of him, Huang Wenbo asked with a frown.

"Returning to Lord Hou, I am the mother-in-law in charge of taking care of pregnant women in the palace. Lord Hou is here to visit the empress, why didn't you see the prince?"

Zhu Yuyan answered while looking behind Huang Wenbo.

"Brother will be there later," Huang Wenbo said, walking towards the Nuanchun Pavilion.

"Oh, Lord Marquis," Zhu Yuyan saw this and hurriedly stopped Huang Wenbo. In front of her, she complained, "Your Majesty was happy just now, and I can't smell the murderous breath. Lord Marquis, why don't you take the knife from your waist and go in again?" Late."

"You old woman, you are troublesome!"

Huang Wenbo didn't want to talk nonsense with the old woman in front of him, so he took off his long knife, inserted it into the crack of the bluestone brick in front of the palace door, and then pushed the door open and went in.

"Zixin, Uncle Wei came to see you."

Less than half a cup of tea after entering the palace, Huang Wenbo spit out blood and flew out of the Nuanchun Pavilion, followed closely by Yin Hanwan, Bai Qing'er and Wei Lianxiang.

"Who are you? Where is my niece Zixin?"

Huang Wenbo raised his hand to block Yin Hanhan's flying sleeves, but Wei Lianxiang took the opportunity to bully him and slapped him on the shoulder.

The cold energy entered his body, and Huang Wenbo spat out a mouthful of blood again.

"That niece of yours? If the Marquis walks quickly, he might be able to see her on the Wangxiang Terrace!"

Bai Qing'er smiled coquettishly, and stabbed Huang Wenbo's waist with the short sword, but he dodged it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the long knife inserted in the crack of the stone. Huang Wenbo's eyes lit up, and he fought back with Yin Huan's blow, using his strength to retreat and pull out the long knife from the ground.

However, before he could make a move, a pair of delicate hands were attached to his waist.

The most yin and cold power surged out from Zhu Yuyan's palm, instantly hitting Huang Wenbo seriously.

Then, Zhu Yuyan used all her energy to seal Huang Wenbo's key points.

Looking at the dying Huang Wenbo lying on the ground like gold paper, Zhu Yuyan sneered again and again.

"I dare to say that I am an old woman. If the little emperor hadn't told me, I would have made your life worse than death!"

The vital points all over his body were blocked, and Huang Wenbo, unable to lift the slightest bit of energy, let alone move, closed his eyes in pain.

It's over, it's over!

(End of this chapter)