Outside the White Elephant Gate in the palace city, there are many heroes, and their wolves ambitions are obvious.

In addition to these big figures confronting each other from afar, the five hundred Jinwu Guards outside the palace were also tense.

One of the group of people, two hundred cavalry, and thirty golden armored soldiers were in charge.

Another group of people had a slightly larger number, with 300 people, and many death soldiers from the Lu family were mixed with.

There are more than 100 people from the martial arts world who have attracted a lot of money from the Mao family.

Half is the local forces in Dunhuang City, and half is the desperate who has recently invaded from the city.

These people gathered together in large numbers and were very popular.

The sweet potato is alone, standing in front of the empty palace gate.

He stretched out his finger and wiped his lips as red as rouge.

She smiled, but unfortunately there was no heavy snow.

When he arrived at the city gate, Sweet Potato was ready and wanted to kill someone.

Wherever she passed, the sea of ​​people separated.

None of the five hundred cavalry and people of all kinds outside the city have entered the city.

At the city gate, there was only one person, blood-clothed and blood-clad sword, carrying the sword into the city.

He was bright red and could no longer see the original color of his clothes.

He carried a sword in one hand and a woman's head in the other.

Xu Qianqiu came to Sweet Soup, threw out the head in his hand, wiped the blood on his hand, and said:

"This girl, named Mao Rou, promised her five hundred riders that she would play a flute to the man's men as long as she killed me.

Unfortunately, those five hundred riders and herself had no chance."

After saying that, he looked at Sweet Potato and said:

"You are my woman. Whoever wants to kill you, I will kill anyone."

Blood-clothed Blood Sword, outside one person, there were corpses everywhere wherever they entered their eyes.

No one living.

Five hundred cavalry, plus the people gathered by several major forces.

A total of three thousand soldiers and horses, none of them live!

The sweet potatoes standing alone outside the palace gate were wearing brocade clothes, and were swaying without wind.

His eyes were moist, his eyes were red, and his five fingers were hooked.

Almost instantly intoxicated.

Since she was sensible, she has never lost her composure.

Even when my aunt died, she never did this.

Xu Qianqiu inserted Chunqiu's sword into the ground and shook his head at her.

The sweet potato stirred the mood and moistened the eyes, and finally calmed down.

At this time, signals in the city rose one after another, and were colorful.

The sound of killing suddenly erupts!

Sweet potato looked up and looked into the air in surprise.

Countless signal flares seem to be more like fireworks all over the city.

The sound of weapons handover is endless.

This is not her plan!

Could it be?

She looked at her son.

As Xu Qianqiu waved his sleeves, a strong white light flashed in front of him, and everyone subconsciously closed their eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he had already changed into clean clothes.

Xu Qianqiu folded the bloody clothes in his hand and handed them to the person beside him, saying:

"Sending this clothing to the Beimang Royal Court and giving it to the Empress, I said that Xu Qianqiu of Beiliang came to visit, and a mere gift would not be respected."

"Yes, I'll make arrangements now!"

The spy from the first floor of the world took the order and left.

Since we have prepared a meeting ceremony for Tuoba Bodhisattva, we must not miss the Empress's share.

At this time, a clean and refreshing elegant man walked over the city gate.

Xu Qianqiu remained silent and pulled Chunqiu out of the ground.

Killing without blood is indeed a magic weapon!

The man came to his body and held a tribute slightly and said:

"In the lower Xu Pu, the old soldier in Beiliang, I met His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Before I came to Dunhuang City, I was considered a dead soldier from my friend Li Yishan."

Xu Qianqiu said politely: "Uncle Xu doesn't have to be too polite. I heard from the master mention you."

Xu Pu, the chief commander of the 12th Beiliang Light Cavalry Battalion.

The man then knelt on one knee, his voice hoarse, and said softly:

"The last general Xu Pu, I have met the prince."

There were countless dead soldiers in the Northern Liang Palace, and Xu Qianqiu had long heard of the people in front of him.

Although he has not been masked, he knows his name and past achievements.

Xu Pu's identity is extremely special and he was once appointed as the third rank of official position.

In the army, Wu Qi, the master of the military immortal Chen Zhibao, has a similar status.

The two of them are among the 300,000 cavalry in Beiliang, and their reputation is comparable.

However, Xu Pu's image is more inclined to Confucian generals.

As for why he later abandoned his official position and became a dead soldier, this is another unknown secret.

Xu Pu's eyes were sincere and warm. He looked at the unknown person who left with blood clothes, smiled and asked:

"Your Highness wants to adjust his breath?"

Xu Qianqiu shook his head.

The dead soldier Xu Pu looked at the corpses everywhere outside the city, looked at the sweet potato again, and said bluntly:

"Your Highness cares about these children's love for each other?"

Xu Qianqiu slowly walked into the city, saying calmly:

"If I can't even protect my own woman today, how can I talk about unifying the world in the future?"

Xu Pu laughed loudly.

For twenty years, the anger in my heart that had accumulated for twenty years was wiped out.

I burst into tears.

Xu Qianqiu turned his head in confusion and glanced.

Xu Pu restrained his expression and finally felt a little more respect from the heart, and said with a smile:

"At that time, Li Yishan and Zhao Changling had a dispute. Li Yishan said, "You can be the King of Northern Liang. Zhao Changling did not agree, saying, Chen Zhibao is enough! It's okay if the foreign surname holds the king's flag."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qianqiu pulled the corner of his mouth, seemed to be heartless, and said:

"That old guy, it's good that he died early!"

After saying that, he asked curiously: "What do you think of Uncle Xu?"

Xu Pu narrowed his eyes and looked out of the city, with a look of relief and said softly:

"In Xu Pu's opinion, His Highness chose to stand at the city gate, and the winner was still 55 points, but after entering the city, Li Yishan beat Zhao Changling."

Xu Pu suddenly said: "Li Yishan asserted that Wu Qi would never miss family affection and defect to His Highness. Has Your Highness ever seen him when he rushed to Beimang this time?"

Xu Qianqiu narrowed his eyes slightly, with a trace of murderous aura, fleeting, calmly said:

"I've seen him, but he probably thought I didn't recognize him."

At this time, the field was silent and the needle could be heard.

In a moment, blood flowed into a river in the city.

Several major forces, except for those who were secretly supported by Beiliang, all the rebels were washed away.
To be continued...