Chang'an,

Outside the city!

Accompanied by the sound of trumpets, teams of soldiers gathered together, like a blue ocean, densely surrounded the four gates of Chang'an City.

Six horses pulled the carriage and walked slowly. The horse had tiger patterns on its back and had a strange phenomenon on its head. The six horses each had magical features, obviously not ordinary horses.

King Song did not sleep all night on the carriage, and there were traces of blood in his eyes, but his spirit was full of energy.

A golden helmet and a golden armor are like a god's residence.

As the carriage moved forward, the siege equipment in the rear slowly followed.

There are many types of siege equipment, and at a glance, there are no less than a hundred types. Some are towering into the sky, which are as tall as the city wall, and some are mediocre.

Although they look very different, they have similarities, that is, they are engraved with dense patterns, which are like tadpoles, winding and entangled. In front of each siege equipment, there must be a Taoist in a Taoist robe. He walked slowly in front of it, holding the whisk in his hand, muttering words in his mouth, and his breath matched and integrated into the siege equipment. The air of Tsinghua came out of the air and illuminated the four directions.

The patterns on the siege equipment are shining and shining with each other.

"Keep my king!" As the carriage came outside Chang'an City, wherever the king's flag went, teams of Song soldiers knelt on their knees, kowtowed directly, and shouted loudly in their mouths.

The sounds sounded one after another, shaking into my ears and gathering together, shaking the earth.

Looking at the scene of thousands of people bowing to each other, King Song showed a brilliant look on his face, and he is now full of energy.

"Keep my king." Several generals wearing silver armor walked up strode and bowed to the King of Song.

"Please get up," King Song walked down from the carriage and helped up the kneeling general one by one.

"The Tang Dynasty is tyrannical, the people are in trouble, and the people are living in poverty. Fortunately, the king is the rebel soldiers," a man with a slightly pale temple and a rosy face walked up to him in a long robe and said loudly.

"Tang State is tyrannical. Over the past few hundred years, countless countries have been destroyed and bullying the weak. Don't you know the cause today and the result will come soon?"

"When should we be destroyed today after hundreds of years of retreating,"

"The Tang Dynasty has been exhausted, and the king came out to destroy the violent Tang Dynasty. Re-innovate the dynasty."

"The Tang Dynasty destroyed Song Xing, this is God's will."

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No matter when it comes, there are some people who flatter and flatter, and the side of King Song is no exception. At this moment, a group of people are constantly flattering at King Song.

Listening to these words in his ears, King Song laughed.

He loved to hear these words very much. If someone said these words to him thirty years ago, he would have cut them off his sword. Twenty years ago, he would have ignored them and expelled them all. Ten years ago, he would have adopted the method of cold reception, but now, he would have stayed by his side.

Grasping the sword hanging from his waist, King Song pulled it out directly, and the sun shone, and the sword reflected the sunlight.

The sword was raised high and pointed straight into the sky. King Song shouted roaringly, "Destroy Tang,"

Destroy Tang, destroy Tang, destroy Tang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The generals beside him and the charming civil officials shouted, and as the sound came out, they slowly infected the people around him and began to shout in unison.

With the roaring shouts, the weapons were constantly lifted up.

A famous general's face showed a flushing look, and they were all extremely excited. This battle to destroy the Tang Dynasty was also the battle to set the tripod for the new dynasty. The Song Dynasty was vast and far beyond the peak of the Tang Dynasty.

They looked at the carriage and the emperor drove six times. Only the King of Zhou was qualified in this world, and the King of Song had already usurped it.

And what does this mean?

They were very clear that the king was no longer satisfied with being king. After the defeat of Tang, it was time for the King of Song to take a step further.

Such a news has been heard early, and they have all heard of it. They all agreed with such a move. King Song took it a step further, which means that they can also go further.

"Siege the city!" King Song shouted directly as everyone's spirits were raised, his morale was high, and he knew the time had arrived.

"No!" Some generals beside him responded directly.

They raised their heads one by one, looked at Chang'an City, and had a ferocious expression on their faces.

Today's battle is a battle to destroy the country. It is difficult to have such an opportunity in the future. If you don't fight at this time, then when will you wait?

Holding the weapons, they separated quickly and returned to their own battalions. The siege equipment flashed with green light, connecting them into a very gorgeous area.

"Blessings of Taoism! Shield!" A famous sorcerer in the army began to play his role and directly began to bless Taoism.

The soldiers who rushed to the front had a hazy light on their bodies, protecting them.

At this moment, there were people rushing above the city wall, and teams of people walked up from under the city wall, with the imperial guards leading the way, and important officials followed each other, but the Tang King walked up to the city wall, looking up at the dense Song army under the city wall.

The King of Tang's face turned pale involuntarily. There were too many enemies.

When people reach this point, they are like ants. At first glance, they are densely packed with human heads, rolling like an ant colony, rushing towards Chang'an City.

What are you shouting? The sound is like thunder. I have seen more generals in the past few days of siege, but it’s okay, but I don’t react very much.

But it was the first time some of the civil officials saw such a scene. They looked pale and their bodies kept trembling. They pointed one hand at the Song army outside, and were so scared that they were terrified.

"You'll ask the national teacher to take action?" The Tang King looked certain. At this moment, when he saw the strength of the Song army, he had no other choice.

The Song army is so strong that the city will be destroyed today, and it can only rely on the national teacher's methods.

As he said that, the Tang King bowed directly to Yang Qifeng and continued to say, "The prince is willing to serve the national teacher as a slave, and only wants to listen to the national teacher's teachings."

Yang Qifeng shook his head gently. After seeing the Song army outside, King Tang felt a little lack of confidence. He was considering a way out and wanted to protect the prince, so he spoke directly;

"Don't worry, the enemy is just ants. Although there are many, it is harmless."

"Please hold on for a moment, and I will start to make arrangements,"

"I dare not delay the time of the national commander," the King of Tang felt much more at ease when he heard this. It was inevitable that the Song army would break through Chang'an City. However, no matter how strong the Song army outside the city was, it would be impossible to capture Chang'an City within a quarter of an hour.

"I also asked the Minister of Personnel, Minister of Rites, and Minister of Revenue to go to the other four gates with the lanterns of the Eight Scenery Palace," Yang Qifeng said to the three old men beards and whose hair and beards were all white and old.

"The national teacher told me that I will definitely go," said the Minister of Personnel.

Although he disagreed with all this, he did not refuse and took a step forward and stretched out his hands.

Yang Qifeng held the Bajing Palace Lantern with deep eyes and faint breath, his right hand was like lightning, his palm was like a knife, and he slashed on the Bajing Palace Lantern with one stroke.

In an instant, the eight-scenery palace lanterns began to shake, and the ripples continued to ripple, and another eight-scenery palace lantern separated from it.

The whole body was fiery red, like a lotus, but the color was slightly dim. Yang Qifeng handed it to the Minister of Personnel. The Minister of Personnel did not delay at all. He bowed directly to the King of Tang, then turned around and walked away, leaving a sentence; "I go to the southern city gate!"

Yang Qifeng stared at the Minister of Rites and Minister of Revenue. He originally did not need these three old guys to do all this, but these three old guys were very unfriendly to Yang Qifeng and kept questioning. He naturally wanted these three old guys to personally experience the power of the Bajing Palace Lanterns.

"I go to the north city gate," the Minister of Rites stood up and spoke directly.

"I have no choice," said the Minister of Revenue with a smile.

Yang Qifeng didn't say anything, he calmed down and began to split the projection of the lanterns in the Eight Scenery Palace.

The dragon's energy was full of energy and with his help, Yang Qifeng smiled and directly divided the two projections, and delivered them to the hands of the Minister of Rites and the Minister of Revenue.

Looking at the figures of the two people leaving, Yang Qifeng said nothing, quietly holding the Eight Scenery Palace Lantern. He slowly closed his eyes and began to hook up the Eight Scenery Palace Lantern.

Refining is absolutely impossible.

The Eight Scenery Palace Lanterns are innate spiritual treasures. After obtaining them, it is impossible to completely refine them without tens of thousands of years.

It takes hundreds or thousands of years to obtain a magic weapon, not to mention that there is a spiritual treasure between the innate spiritual treasure and the magic weapon.

He just communicated, and he could do it easily as if he had God's help.

After a careful experience, I found that the projection of the eight-scenery palace lanterns in the other three directions had reached the city wall. Yang Qifeng broke away.

He looked at the countless Song army soldiers densely under the city wall, his eyes were cold, and he preached to the Tang King beside him; "The time has come, please give me blood?"

King Tang, who had been waiting quietly, laughed directly when he heard Yang Qifeng's words, pulled out the sword from his waist and stroked his wrist directly.

The sword is so sharp that its wrist is directly opened, and blood-red blood flows out continuously.

His face turned pale, and the blood flowed very quickly, but the King of Tang smiled unchanged and he spoke to Yang Qifeng; "The national teacher can take all my blood,"

"No, this is enough," Yang Qifeng looked at the Bajing Palace Lanterns being invaded by blood. The location of the wick inside was already full of blood. He threw out a pill. A eunuch knew the current situation and picked it up. Then he walked to the side of the Tang King and applied it directly to his wrist. The wound began to heal slowly, leaving a scar.

"Slaughtering millions is a sin, but it is also a merit," Yang Qifeng sentenced them to death as he looked at the army outside the city.
Chapter completed!