Chang'an Intoxicated, A Chaos-Bringing Concubine

When the words fell to the ground, the soldiers in front had rushed to kill, Murong Yong soared up, stepped on the thin cloud, cut down with the sword in his hand, a white light flashed, all the soldiers who came over screamed and roared, Yao Chang followed up, crackling Killing the soldiers on the ground, Lian Chengyi's figure was extremely agile, and he rolled over, his soft long hair drew an extremely beautiful arc, but he struck out extremely fiercely. out.

Seeing that the four of them were about to enter the round ancient village smoothly, at this moment, the ancient village suddenly trembled, and then a figure rushed out from above the ancient village, with green clothes and black hair, a slender figure and a face Handsome, like a scholar.

Zhang Yu, he finally appeared.

Xuancheng swung his sword down, and the little soldiers who were entangled with him fell to the ground, and the corpses struggled a few times on the ground before dying of breath.

The surrounding air seemed to be still. At this moment, a ray of the sun suddenly appeared from the sky, projecting straight on the wooden ancient village. On the top of the village, one person overlooked all living beings.

Xuancheng smiled, Zhang Yu, he is indeed a cultivator, like a fairy.

The weather is fine, the mist is gradually dissipating, and it is rare to have such a clear sky on the top of the mountain.

Xuancheng took a deep breath, the breath of early summer was beautiful and sweet.

It is suitable for funerals for people like Zhang Yu.

"Mr. Wenchang? You came out?" Xuancheng shouted.

Lian Taiyi, Murong Yong, Yao Chang and others beside him were all startled.

"It's a pity that you don't look like an emperor in imperial robes."

Zhang Yu sneered, "Mr. Yang Ping, you are here too."

"As I said, I don't want to be emperor."

"Yes, you want to become a fairy." Xuancheng sneered.

Zhang Yu still smiled lightly, Xuancheng stared at him without blinking, the more he looked at him, the more he felt that he was an immortal, he was always dressed in blue robes, and he was always immortal, but since he became a Taoist, why did he want to fight against thieves and cause chaos? common people?

"Unfortunately, you blocked the way of the emperor."

"So, you come to kill me? Lord Yang Ping, do you think you will succeed?"

Xuancheng raised his voice, "Last time in Bariao, you pretended to be unarmed. Why? To cheat my trust? It's a pity, I can't trust you, if you block the way of the emperor, you will surely die."

Zhang Yu smiled lightly, and then said loudly, "Really? Yang Pinggong, you are such a pair of brothers, but I have heard about other things between you and Fu Zhao? Don't forget, I am who?"

Xuancheng's heart trembled.

"Mr. Wenchang? I don't know how you stole the immortal seat of the Supreme Lord? The people here are eager to indulge in your flesh and blood to sacrifice to the True Lord."

Zhang Yu's face changed slightly, he valued the preaching of Taoism more than political affairs.

"It's a pity that you will never be able to control Taoism, and the scholars in the world will not belong to you, and the Han Dynasty will not help you, and the people will naturally not respect you as a god."

Zhang Yu finally put away the smile on his face, and it became gloomy and cold, his glass-like eyeballs were suddenly dyed red, and the small black mole at the corner of his eyes suddenly became a little ferocious, the long sword in his hand trembled, and he fell For a moment, only a roar was heard, and dust flew up all around, Xuancheng's vision became blurred, there was darkness in front of him, and suddenly it was as cold as an ice cave, and then, a shiny silver long sword shot straight When the attack came straight, Xuancheng dodged and retreated. On the hand holding the sword, a unique silver ring was wrapped around the index finger.

Xuancheng finally saw the real Zhang Yu in front of him.

How could he be a frail scholar?

He single-handedly revolted against the Qin Dynasty, gathered tens of thousands of soldiers and horses in a few days, and was able to join forces with Zhang Chong, the chief of Ba Liao, and mobilize the army of Zhuyao, the governor of Yizhou in the Jin Dynasty. What about scholars?

He is a fairy.

But Xuancheng is not a human being, he is just a soul that has wandered for 640 years, how could Zhang Yu hurt him.

"Zhang Yu, you're going to be captured before you put your hands down. Open your eyes and see, our Qin army's [-] soldiers and horses are attacking you at Zhushan, and you can't escape."

"There's no need to run away, I just need to kill you."

"You want to kill me? If you kill me, you will still not be able to become a fairy, and the Han people will still not respect you."

"You." Zhang Yu yelled angrily, and attacked again with the sword in his hand. The soldiers behind him surrounded him one by one, trapping Xuancheng and the others.

"The one who can't escape now is you, Lord Yangping?"

Just when the glowing silver sword was an inch away from Xuancheng, a long sword lay across in front of Xuancheng, firmly blocking Zhang Yu's attack.

Zhang Yu raised his eyes, only to see Murong Yong holding a sharp sword, his face without a trace of blood, as cold as ice, standing in front of Xuancheng.

"Okay, Murong family, Fu family, today is the time for me to help the Han family." Zhang Yu became angry. He wanted to get rid of Wuhu and restore the orthodoxy of the Communist Party. Xianbei appeared in front of him at this moment. The Murong clan, the Fu clan of the Di clan, and the Yao clan of the Qiang clan, if he can really kill the people of the three clans by himself, then the people of the Han Dynasty will really respect him.

The forwards of Deng Qiang's army had already attacked the mountain. Sure enough, as Xuancheng expected, there was a shortcut from the rear of Zhushan, because he had already heard the sound of the two armies fighting behind.

Wang Tong did not disappoint Xuancheng this time, he was shocked by the rapidity of the offensive.

Xuancheng sneered, "Your Lord Wenchang is about to end, and so is your King of Shu. Zhang Yu, if you persist in your obsession, you will really leave your mark for thousands of years and become a laughingstock."

"Haha, Mr. Yang Ping has calculated all this for me? Then have you calculated your own destiny?" Zhang Yu smiled a little strangely.

Murong Yong exerted strength in his hand, gritted his teeth and drew the long sword, Zhang Yu's sword trembled, the two of them flew up into the air and their figures intertwined, Xuancheng looked around, the two were entangled like a whirlwind, and it was hard to tell the winner , and then swung the sword in his hand, beheading countless Zhang Yu's soldiers, with lightning speed, Zhang Yu's men had no time to dodge and their heads were cut off.

Zhang Yu showed no fear, and the four people in Xuancheng became more and more heroic, but after all, Zhang Yu had the upper hand, he raised his voice and laughed, "If Lord Yangping can kill me, the world is really Fu, but unfortunately, you can't kill me , Murong Yong, you are no match for me at all." When the words fell to the ground, he held the sword in his left hand, flicked his right hand lightly, and a luminous silver needle flew out and pierced Murong Yong's blade, and his body avoided Murong Yong's sword. The stabbed sword edge hooked again with the index finger, and a silver thread as thin as a hair pierced Xuancheng. Xuancheng didn't react for a while, and there was a stabbing pain on his face, and then something hot flowed out.

"Ah, Mr. Yang Ping." Lian Chengyi was startled and shouted loudly, but immediately flew towards Zhang Yu with his sword.

Yao Chang turned around, his figure drew an arc in the air, and he rushed to Xuancheng's side, "Mr. Yang Ping, your face."

Only then did Xuancheng raise his hand to caress his cheek, he took down his finger to see, it was a bit bloody red, it turned out that it was injured by Zhang Yuyin's thread.

"No problem."

Yao Chang gritted his teeth with hatred, "Ah, Zhang Yu, your time of death has come." He only heard him yell, and when Xuancheng looked again, he had already raised his sword and rushed to kill him.

The three fought fiercely against Zhang Yu.

Xuancheng was stunned for a while, Deng Qiang had sent several generals to fight Zhang Yu in succession on the battlefield but failed to win, now the three generals around Xuancheng were fighting Zhang Yu again, Deng Qiang said that Zhang Yu was exhausted and unable to fight again If this is the case, with the martial arts of Murong Yong, Lian Chengyi and Yao Chang, Zhang Yu will not be able to last long. As long as he defeats this group of soldiers under him, he will be able to distract himself, and at the moment when he is distracted Defeat, then everything will be a foregone conclusion.

Thinking of this, Xuancheng felt a force in his heart, a mysterious force, a swirling sword in an arc, only to hear a connection and a hiss, those shrimp soldiers and crab generals immediately scattered all over the ground, and the body fell to the ground with a bang bang sound It sounded one after another, and at this moment, Xuancheng suddenly felt a burst of heat behind him, as if a raging fire was burning, Xuancheng turned around, and saw Deng Qiang rushing up with swords in both hands, and a group of Daqin warriors behind him.

Xuan Cheng raised his lips and smiled, his heart was full of flames. He closed his eyes and imagined that the ordinary iron sword in his hand was Phoenix Blood.

Zhang Yuxie smiled charmingly at him, "Why, are you really going to kill me? Lord Yang Ping, that's fine, when I'm dying, I'll pull you along too. With Brother Daqin as my companion, I'm not alone. "

"Really? No one in the world knows your heart, I understand you, but, Mr. Wenchang, you want me to be your companion, do you deserve it?" Xuancheng cruelly refused, and Zhang Yu's face was covered with dark clouds.

At this moment, the sword blade in Xuancheng's hand came quietly, soundlessly and invisible. Murong Yong's sword wrapped around Zhang Yu's left hand, and even the tailor's sword wrapped around Zhang Yu's right hand. Yao Chang's horizontal sword blocked Zhang Yu's intended attack. The next moment, a clear and sweet voice resounded in my ears, and on the top of the bamboo mountain, there was a desolate cry of crows.

The blossoming plum blossoms reflected Zhang Yu's delicate and elegant face, and the mole at the corner of his eye was particularly vivid and coquettish.

Deng Qiang's army and Wang Tong's army came rushing forward, Zhang Yu's men were gradually lost, morale was low, and Zhang Yu's heart was in chaos. Xuancheng took this opportunity, turned the sword in his hand into a phoenix blood sword spirit, and pierced Zhang Yu's heart.

That sound was exceptionally clear and crisp, so all the crows on the Zhushan Hall were called.

Murong Yong's face that had never been stained with blood was finally stained red.

A coquettish red plum bloomed on Lian Chengyi's face, matched with his black clothes and long hair, he was extraordinarily handsome.

Yao Chang's eyes widened. He could never have imagined that the power of the three of them could really kill this lunatic who wanted to become an immortal.

"Mr. Wenchang, if you want to die, of course you go to die. You are wrong about me. I am most afraid of death."

Xuancheng sneered.

"Also, you will never know about my relationship with the emperor's brother."

The body in Tsing Yi finally softened, but Zhang Yu suddenly burst out laughing, his heart had already turned into a river of blood, and he said in a trembling voice, "The Han family is dead,, the Fu family,,"

He was talking nonsense, "Fu's,, not long,, not long,,"

Xuancheng gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "The world is already surnamed Fu, if you lose, I can kill you too."

"The Han people will not respect you as a god, the Han family will not help you, and the scholars in the world will not return to you. You are just a delusional lunatic." Xuancheng then stabbed him cruelly. When the words fell, Zhang Yu suddenly fell crazily Wearing a ribbon to tie his hair, he was insane, but in an instant, his black hair suddenly changed color.

Xuancheng was stunned, and everyone was stunned.

The Taoist priest in Tsing Yi has really become a silver-haired Taoist priest.

It turns out that white hair really exists in the world after despair...

Xuancheng suddenly felt a pain in his heart, Zhang Yu, he should be a god respected by the Han people, he should be helped by the Han Dynasty, and he should be accepted as a scholar of the world.

It's a pity that the words have been spoken, and Xuancheng is unable to take it back. Zhang Yu is not dead, and the land of Shu will not be pacified.

Wenchang Jun's blood finally stained this green bamboo mountain red.

He is naturally not a god, if not, how could he die?

Xuan Cheng walked up to Na Ju's body lightly, and Lian Chengyi grabbed him, "Mr. Yang Ping, be careful."

Murong Yong stood in front of him, and the sword's edge pierced Zhang Yu's throat.

But the whole body was motionless, his blood had flowed out, he was about to ascend to immortality, Xuancheng squatted down, he stared at Zhang Yu's face and looked at it, his complexion was pale without a trace of blood, and he was fine. With long eyebrows and long eyes, a sharp and thin face, a head of white hair hanging in front of his shoulders, and his green clothes turned into blood, he stared deeply, without saying a word.

After watching for a long time, he forgot who he was.

A pair of long hands suddenly caressed her up, so gentle and subtle.

"They don't respect you, I respect you."

Xuancheng made a promise in front of Zhang Yu's soul.

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