In the imperial palace, the fierce fierce battle did not stop. The emperor made a wrong decision and sent tens of thousands of Mongolian elite soldiers to the underworld. At this moment, the remaining Mongolian soldiers were huddled like an imperial city, relying on the solid imperial city to barely stabilize their positions.

Shoot, shoot me to death these troublemakers Hu Chier stared at the damn troublemakers under the city. He thought that Hu Chier fought south and north, fought for the Mongolian Empire for a lifetime, and had never fought such a cowardly battle. If the opponent was an elite army, it would be fine, but what made him even more frustrated was that the one who caused such heavy losses to the most elite troops of the Yuan Empire was actually a group of troublemakers who he usually didn't even bother to look at, a group of unarmed troublemakers.

Hu Chier never thought about where he was wrong. He blamed all his faults on these troublemakers. He was just a group of troublemakers. They should feel honored to die under the most elite warriors of the Yuan Empire. Why are these damned troublemakers, these troublemakers who have received the favors of the Yuan Empire in the past, dared to resist and cause the most elite Mongolian warriors in the world to suffer huge losses.

The 50,000 Mongolian elites who guarded the capital lost 40,000 in just two days and one night. Even though he was reluctant, he could only bring the remaining men and turtles into the imperial city in a frustration, and use the solid walls to vent the arrows at the densely packed rioters below.

The matter was rushed, and many people suddenly became like this for no reason. Not to mention decent siege weapons, many people are still bare-handed and do not even have weapons. Facing the rain of arrows shot down from the city tower, they have no way to resist. Under the tilt of the Mongols' arrow rain, the people under the city fell in large numbers, and blood gradually gathered into rivers of blood. The entire imperial city seemed to be shrouded in boundless breath of blood.

Master, if this continues, these hastily organized rebels may soon collapse outside the palace. Dozens of figures gathered above an inconspicuous restaurant. Through the dense crowd, they looked at everything under the imperial city with amazing eyes. Looking at the crowds of people under the dense rain of arrows by the Mongolians, Yang Xiao said worriedly.

Then help them open the city gate. Li Xuan raised his eyelids, turned his head to look at the masters of the six major sects accompanied by Master Mie Jue Song Yuanqiao and Abbot Kong Wen, and said easily: But you may have to wait for a while.

It doesn't matter. Although Mie Jue and others had top martial arts skills, this military affairs were not something that they were able to understand, so they simply handed over the command to Li Xuan.

Li Shan and Li Xuan nodded, not too polite. Although the masters still need to rely on these people in their lineup, Li Xuan never thought of making a false move to others.

In Li Shan's burly body comes out and says solemnly.

No matter what method was used to lead the disciples of the Ming Cult, Li Xuan said coldly within an hour.

Li Shan obeyed the order and responded with a loud blow. He kicked his legs and flew out like a cannonball. In an instant, he landed on the open space ten feet away. His burly body trampled the ground to crack with the momentum.

After landing, Li Shan did not stop, pursed his lips and let out a sharp long roar, but his figure was walking towards the direction of the palace. At the same time, among the endless crowd, many people suddenly squeezed out of the crowd and gathered in Li Shan. Unlike those unarmed people, each of these people was well-equipped, wearing leather armor, and the weapons in his hands were regular standard weapons. They were like bows, arrows, swords and guns, and there was a faint sense of evil spirit on their bodies. Although they were not as elite as the Mongolian army, they were considered a qualified army.

Master, can these people do it? Ding Minjun stood behind Master Mie Jue, looking at Li Shan’s departure with his eyes flashing, but his flickering eyes could not hide the fear and fear in his heart.

Shut up, Mr. Li has his own decision. When will it be your turn to worry about Miejue Baimei Yixuan? He looked at Ding Minjun coldly, which scared Ding Minjun to shrink his neck.

Master, although Li had made a complete plan for this assassination, there must be many masters around the Mongolian emperor. We can go there. Why bother letting the disciples of the sect fall into danger together Li Xuan turned around, glanced over Zhou Zhiruo's elegant cheek, smiled slightly, and then told Master Miejue.

The young master is righteous, his wisdom and martial arts are admired by the poor. Although my Emei Sect is all female, he doesn’t want people to be beautiful than before. Miejue does not have the ability to turn the world upside down like this, but he doesn’t want to lose the reputation of my Emei Sect. He wants to let people see that although my Emei Sect is all women, he also has a passionate blood Master Miejue who is not inferior to men. He looked at the fierce battle in front of him coldly and said righteously.

The teacher is Gao Yi, Li Xuan admires it, but I just forgive me for being too talkative. Although Miss Zhiruo is very talented, she is still young and has poor skills. Now she is in a fierce battle. Let her go with us. Is it dangerous? Li Xuan looked at Zhou Zhiruo and sighed slightly.

The master is not trained. Looking at the martial arts world, which master has not been tempered from the bloody battles of life and death. Mie Jue looked at Zhou Zhiruo lovingly, and a rare teasing suddenly flashed in his eyes. He looked at Li Xuan and said: Besides, if there is really danger, Mr. Li will not sit idly by.

Master, the disciple is not afraid of danger and is willing to go with the master. Zhou Zhiruo's pretty face turned red and she dared not look at Li Xuan. She stood beside Master Miejue's side. Her cloud-like hair cleverly covered the bright red on her face, making it difficult to see clearly.

Behind him, looking at the friendship hidden between Zhou Zhiruo and Li Xuan's eyes, Zhang Wuji suddenly felt a little depressed, but in the end he didn't say anything, standing quietly beside Song Yuanqiao.

Sister Zhiruo, don’t worry, if there is danger, Qingshu will protect you even if he runs away his life. Song Qingshu, who is standing on the other side of Song Yuanqiao, couldn’t help but jump out at this moment, looking at Zhou Zhiruo with tender eyes, as if there was no one else in the world except Zhou Zhiruo.

Thank you for your kindness. Zhiruo has his own sect and dare not bother Senior Brother Song. Zhou Zhiruo looked at Li Xuan carefully, but saw that Li Xuan was looking down at the battlefield, not attracted by this side. While breathing a sigh of relief, a faint feeling of loss arose in his heart. Instead, he looked at Song Qingshu indifferently, but there was a sense of distance in his politeness.

Zhiruo, I

The bastard is a big enemy. I'm not going to mess around with me. I'm going to come back soon. Song Qingshu is still waiting to talk about it, but Song Yuanqiao stopped him and glared at Li Xuan with some reluctance. Zhou Zhiruo's subconscious action could not hide it. He was always paying attention to Zhou Zhiruo, and he couldn't help but hate Li Xuan in his heart.

Master Mie Jue glanced at Song Qingshu and sighed slightly. Song Qingshu's character, martial arts and background, can be said to be the best choice. Among the young generation in the world, if Li Xuan is not counted as Li Xuan, he is also one of the best people. He was originally a good match with Zhiruo, but now Li Xuan's sudden appearance completely suppresses Song Qingshu's light.

Looking at Li Xuan beside him, Master Mie Jue shook his head. Unfortunately, Li Xuan has entered the Ming Cult and became the leader of the Ming Cult, which made Mie Jue a little dissatisfied. Otherwise, she would have been willing to match it. Although the head of Emei is not allowed to get married, this rule is not a ancestral teaching, but Mie Jue added. Now in troubled times, Mie Jue is old-fashioned, but some things are not flexible at all. However, the identity of the leader of the Ming Cult made her hesitate. She glanced at Zhou Zhiruo who was secretly looking at Li Xuan from time to time. Mie Jue's heart sank. No, after this battle, I must find a way to get him out of the Ming Cult, otherwise I would rather let Zhiruo hate me.

While several people were talking, Li Shan had already brought thousands of Ming Cult disciples to the palace gate of the imperial city. On the battlefield of countless people, it was night again. Thousands were still inconspicuous among the crowds that could not be seen. Soon they approached the palace gate. Under Li Shan's command, several disciples suddenly took out sealed pots and rushed towards the direction of the palace gate in the rain of arrows.

Pupp pupp pupp ~ Just as he rushed out of the crowd, he was instantly shot by the Mongols. Dozens of disciples fell in a pool of blood, but several disciples still rushed under the palace gate, stuffed the pottery jar to the thick palace gate, and took out the fire wrinkles from his arms. In everyone's puzzled eyes, they ignited the special leads at the top of the pottery jar.

Boom boom boom boom boom ~

A few muffled thunder-like sounds accompanied by dazzling firelight suppressed the shocking shouts of killing. Even a master in the distance was stunned by the sound of the gunpowder explosion that seemed to be mixed with the shocking danger.

The pottery jar was stored in a can of cans. Although it was so powerful, its power was very limited. Several cans of gunpowder failed to completely blow up the palace gate, but it only exploded the city gate, but even so, it was enough.

In the crowd, Li Xuan suddenly raised his arms and shouted: The city gate has been opened. All the heroes, I will follow me and kill in. The sound is mixed with the internal power of the Nine Yang Divine Art. It is extremely penetrating and gives the mob a dose of heart-warming agent. After a brief silence, a shocking cheer burst out, and brave the rain of the Mongolians' arrows, rushing towards the palace gate wildly. Although the Mongolians on the palace wall shoot arrows with all their might, they still can't stop the crazy crowd. They can only watch as more and more people rush into the palace gate shouting.

Why do these bastards have gunpowder? I blocked them, Hu Chier and furious, roared angrily on the city wall, but the palace gate was broken, and the mob outside the imperial city suddenly rushed in like a flood that broke the dike. Although the Mongolian soldiers were elite, they were powerless in the face of the mob that broke the dike and flood. The troops that went to block were soon submerged in the endless crowd.
Chapter completed!