Mortal Mage

The gate of Taihe Palace was open, empty and unguarded.

"Master Zhang, the palace's protective formation is in the Hall of Supreme Harmony."

After Qi Yuanqinghe finished speaking, he led Zhang Mingxuan straight to the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

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Outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The place was already dyed like a river with blood, and five or six hundred corpses were blocking the entrance.

Crown Prince Li Jing, along with two or three hundred Eastern Depot Feathered Guards, defended the palace gate to the death. He alone made it difficult for Chang Zhongxian and the seven or eight hundred eunuchs behind him to withstand the attack.

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Bai Zheng led 8,000 Feathered Guards cavalry from the Western Factory and launched a surprise attack from the West City.

Yulong led 30,000 of the prince's personal infantry and galloped from the north of the city to support the Taihe Palace.

The defenders in Taihe City had been thrown into chaos by the military orders from the East Factory, the West Factory, and the Imperial Household Bureau, and they didn't know how to respond.

Bai Zheng's army was like sailing with the wind and a dragon taking water, and they went straight ahead along the way.

As soon as Zhang Mingxuan and Qi Yuanqinghe entered the Taihe Palace, eight thousand rebel soldiers of the Lingyu Guard followed closely behind them.

At this time, 30,000 personal soldiers led by Yulong, a subordinate of the Crown Prince, had also rushed into the city to provide assistance.

"Hurry into the palace and close the palace gates! Stop the prince's personal soldiers!"

Bai Zheng's subordinates issued urgent military orders.

"Quickly occupy the palace gate!"

The jade dragon hissed and roared loudly.

"kill!"

The sound hit my eardrums like a tidal wave.

"kill!"

The sound was like the earth cracking and shaking all the internal organs.

In an instant, the two armies met.

Like ink into a pool of blood, smoke into a sea of ​​clouds.

"Clang clang clang"

"clang clang clang"

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"His Royal Highness!"

Qi Yuanqinghe and Zhang Mingxuan walked up to the prince and bowed down.

"Qinghe, go and activate the city defense formation!" The prince shouted at the two of them; "Zhang Mingxuan, quickly go to His Majesty and ask for the middle-grade spirit stone to give to Qinghe to maintain the formation!"

Before he finished speaking, Chang Zhongxian swung the whisk in his hand again.

"You don't know how to live or die!" The prince shouted, drew his sword and fought again.

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"Old man, hand over the spirit stone!"

Bu Dazhen looked proud and shouted in a thin voice, holding a copper stick about five or six meters long in his hand.

"Old man, get out of the way of the teleportation array! Otherwise I will kill your daughter!"

Ye Buwen threatened in a rough voice with a grim smile on his face.

Li Si held a blood-red sword in his hand and bit it out coldly, "Humph! You have come to my bedroom, why are you still wasting your words!"

Bu Dazhen and Ye Yewen glanced at each other; "You don't know what's good for you!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the three of them were already engaged in a melee.

Zhang Mingxuan rushed into the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Li Si was fighting one against two, wielding the blood sword in his hand faster and faster. After a few breaths, only the afterimage of the sword could be seen, and the moves could no longer be seen clearly.

"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince wants me to take the mid-grade spirit stones to maintain the city defense formation." He called out to the three people's swift afterimages.

"Tell the prince that Bu Dazhen and Ye Yewen went to the border under false pretenses, but in fact they were plotting to get the spiritual stones from our dynasty!"

Zhang Mingxuan was dazzled and couldn't tell which of the three afterimages was speaking, so he hurriedly ran towards the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

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There was already a fierce battle going on in Taihe Square.

Thirty thousand infantrymen against eight thousand cavalrymen, blood flowed like a river, and corpses floated on the water.

In front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, there were already flashes of swords and shadows of sabers.

"Crack!"

With a muffled sound, Li Jing held the rapier in one hand and slowly injected it into Chang Zhongxian's heart.

"You are only at the third level of Qi Refining. Why do you have to be so aggressive?"

He looked down at the pile of black meat lying on the ground, hated in his heart, and said in a gloomy tone: "You don't deserve a good promotion, but insist on becoming an immortal."

"This is a dead end, try to escape..." A stream of bright red blood gushed out of Chang Zhongxian's mouth. He muttered four words and closed his eyes.

"Bu Dazhen and Ye Yewen pretended to go to the border, but they were actually plotting to get the spiritual stones from our dynasty!"

"I am currently fighting with His Majesty in the bedroom."

Zhang Mingxuan spoke in a serious tone.