I opened the fairy gate in Tianlong Dasong

Chapter 45 Prince Yanqing, please enter the endless hell!
The yellow sand rolls in the westerly wind, and the mountains cover the sunset.

I don't know why the ancient city of Dali is today. The gates of the city that should be bustling and bustling are now closed, and soldiers in armor can be seen on the walls of the city.

Even with a distance of hundreds of meters, Yue Laosan and Yun Zhonghe could feel the killing intent in the city before them for no reason.

"Boss, is he really the Prince Yanqing of Dali Kingdom?"

Yun Zhonghe saw Duan Yanqing, who was walking towards the ancient city of Dali like a beggar on crutches in the distance, there was still some incredulity in his eyes.

"I think what the boss said must be the truth."

"I also remember that the boss often searched for relevant information about Dali Kingdom when he was in the First Grade Hall."

"Thinking about it now, the boss joined Xixia Yipintang, in addition to obtaining martial arts secrets, he is probably using Xixia Yipintang to find out about the situation in Dali Junior High School, hoping to return to Dali."

"The boss has become a martial arts master, and he takes the three of me on the road day and night. He must be aware that he has the strength to ascend to the great treasure again!"

Seeing Duan Yanqing's rather heavy steps, Ye Erniang had a look of expectancy on her face.

When Duan Yanqing revealed his identity earlier, he promised her that as long as he returned to Dabao, he would use the power of the whole country to help her find her son.

"I don't care about the identity of the boss. I only worry about whether the boss's actions are too dangerous now."

"I can hear the sound of killing in Dali City from such a distance. Something has happened in Dali City. The boss is now rushing to the city alone, so he won't be shot directly by the soldiers on the city wall?"

Unlike Ye Erniang and Yun Zhonghe who struggled with Duan Yanqing's identity, Yue Laosan looked at the figure in the distance with a bit of worry in his eyes.

Although Yue Laosan knew that Duan Yanqing became a martial arts master, he never saw Duan Yanqing make a move after becoming a master.Looking at the situation of the person in front of him against a big city, the worry in his eyes is undoubtedly evident.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have thought that Yue Laosan, who is known as a fierce and evil spirit in the world, would show such a worried expression?

"Perhaps the boss will reveal his identity and the city gate will be opened directly to him?"

Yun Zhong couldn't see the slightest worry on his face, and when he looked at the ancient city of Dali in front of him, there was only a dark and gloomy look in his eyes.

At this moment, Yanqing seems to be a disabled beggar, only slowly moving his body towards Dali City.

When he was 300 meters away from Dali City, he could clearly see that Duan Yanqing's eyes were extremely complicated at this moment, including excitement, anxiety, hatred, nostalgia, and anger.

It is often difficult for people to imagine suffering, and it is impossible to know how complicated it can be in people's eyes.

As far as Duan Yanqing is concerned, he just thought of Yang Yizhen's coercion of the palace five years ago.

At that time, Yang Yizhen, a powerful official in Dali, led troops into the palace and forced his father to surrender to Emperor De.Just because he said a few more words, his legs were broken and even his face was completely disfigured.

If it wasn't for Duan Yanqing's fate, he would have died on that day five years ago.

No, to ordinary people, Prince Yanqing disappeared from the world five years ago. Wasn't he a dead person?

In the past five years, he has been in the Xixia Yipin Hall and has been paying attention to Dali's intelligence every day.

Seeing that Yang Yizhen treated Emperor Shangde as a puppet in the intelligence, and seeing Emperor Shangde die inexplicably, Yang Yizhen supported Duan Shouhui as Emperor Dali, and Duan Yanqing felt like ten thousand ants devoured his heart.

It was also because of this hatred that he was able to go from a crippled beggar proficient in martial arts to the number one villain in Xixia Yipintang in five years.

It's not that his talent in martial arts is really good, it's just that he has a deep blood feud, and he feels like falling into hell every day, and his heart feels like a knife is twisting every night.

This is also the reason why Duan Yanqing wants to become a martial arts master knowing that life and death are uncertain and knowing that life span is burning.

Just because he has so much hatred in his heart that even the yellow spring water cannot wash it away!

He had received information a few days ago that Yang Yizhen and Duan Shouhui, the Shangming Emperor whom he supported, were already at odds with each other.Listening to the increasingly clear shouts of killing in the city at this moment, Duan Yanqing could not guess that Yang Yizhen was afraid of a complete break with Duan Shouhui.

Whether it was Yang Yizhen or Duan Shouhui, Duan Yanqing only had strong hatred in his heart.

He hated Yang Yizhen for turning him from the prince of a country into a disfigured beggar, and hated Duan Shouhui for usurping his seat and taking the throne of Dali that should have been his.

"All grievances and grievances are only settled today!"

"It's mine, no one can take it away!"

Looking at the ancient city of Dali in the distance, Duan Yanqing only had an expression that was neither crying nor smiling.The next moment, his body was like a ghost, and he was nearly ten feet away with one step.

Originally there was still more than [-] meters of Dali City Wall, but when he took a breath or two to look at it again, Duan Yanqing was already close to the city wall.

"Enemy attack!"

Someone on the city wall paid attention to Duan Yanqing early in the morning, but Duan Yanqing was just a crippled beggar before, and the soldiers on the city wall never cared even if they saw him.

But those people on the city wall never thought that the crippled beggar suddenly turned into an evil ghost Shura and rushed towards the city gate in a moment.

A soldier in scale armor on the city wall finally came to his senses and let out such a loud cry.

The sound of an enemy attack fell, and there were dozens of people on the city wall rushing to bend their bows and set arrows.When they saw the group of people who couldn't see clearly under the city wall, the soldiers on the city wall were commotion again.

"Shoot him! Shoot him!"

The shouts of killing in the city became more and more clear to Duan Yanqing. Someone on the city wall seemed to realize something and made such a roaring sound.

When the sound resounded through the city wall, the soldiers guarding the city did not hesitate, and those soldiers with bows and arrows let go of their arrows in an instant.

But in just a moment, Duan Yanqing had already rushed to the bottom of the city wall. Although the arrows on the city wall were fast, they could only reach the position where Duan Yanqing was standing.

When Duan Yanqing stood in front of the city gate, he saw the heavy city gate in front of him again, Duan Yanqing turned around again, and before all the soldiers on the city wall came back to their senses, he saw figures leaping up from the city wall like rocs.

This figure's Qinggong must be extremely high. This city wall was four to five feet high. Duan Yanqing only made two movements of the iron knee to climb onto the city wall like this.

The sound of wind was blowing, and the three to five hundred soldiers on the city wall stared blankly at Duan Yanqing in front of them. It was not that they had never seen warriors in the martial arts, but the speed of movement like a strong wind was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"Kill him, he is an accomplice of the rebels in the city!"

The soldiers on the city wall stared blankly at the disabled beggar in front of them, but when the city guard saw that Duan Yanqing was heading into the city without stopping for a moment, the guard took the lead and raised his sword to kill Duan Yanqing.

Following the defensive movements, the soldiers surrounding the city wall came to their senses again. Although they were surprised by Duan Yanqing's speed, at this moment the soldiers raised their knives and spears, and just handed the knives to Duan Yanqing.

But the weirdness of the crippled beggar in front of him was beyond imagination, Duan Yanqing didn't dodge or dodge even though he was armed with weapons, he just waved his crutches to point at it for defense.

Another scream was heard on the city wall, and the next moment it was an instant explosion of red and white.Then when he looked at Duan Yanqing, he could clearly see that Duan Yanqing was resisting dozens of swordsmen with his body.

As the iron crutch was swung, the soldiers blocking the road in front of Duan Yanqing could only scream. Everything happened in just one or two breaths. When the soldiers on the city wall came to their senses, all they saw was Duan Yanqing falling from the city wall like a hawk. .

Whereas Duan Yanqing was standing before, there was nothing but a blood stream, 30 people screamed again and again, and when he saw the voice of the guard again, horror spread in his heart instantly, the guard's neck was empty, and the surrounding area was dyed red and white.

"I have three feet of true energy to protect my body. The swords and weapons can't hurt me at all. I can break rocks with my movements, just like the most powerful person in the world!"

"But I don't want to be a big murderer, I just want to turn into a Shura evil ghost, a Shura evil ghost that crawled out of hell!"

"Come here to take back everything!"

Seeing blood all of a sudden, hearing the endless shouts of killing, and seeing the bloody soldiers everywhere in the city, Duan Yanqing's resentment that had been suppressed for several years finally erupted.

He whispered such words first, but when he looked up again, his eyes were scarlet?
The disabled beggar and the prince of a country were fighting each other with swords and weapons, finally detonating the boiling murderous intention in Duan Yanqing's heart.

At this moment, Duan Yanqing seemed to be possessed, his stiff face was only pulled at a strange angle, and he vaguely seemed to have turned into the disabled beggar again, only hobbling, one step at a time.

But the strange thing is that as Duan Yanqing staggered into the killing field, a trail of scarlet blood began to drag out from behind him. In the blood stain, broken limbs and broken arms could be seen, and some soldiers screamed in agony.

He, he is really like a big devil at this moment!

Those soldiers, no matter who they approached him, would be separated from their bodies in just a moment, and would wither and fall in a moment.

The atmosphere can really infect a person.

In the fighting arena, Duan Yanqing seemed to want to vent all the bitterness and hatred in his heart for these years.Whether it is Yang Yizhen's soldiers or Duan Shouhui's soldiers, whoever stands in front of him will die.

He was like a Shura ghost, obviously he was only staggering, but the rest of the street he walked was silent.

At some point, Duan Yanqing's clothes were already stained red with blood, and the disabled beggar dragged two iron crutches, like a ghost coming out of hell, to avenge his great revenge on this world!
Gradually, the shouts of killing behind Duan Yanqing gradually weakened, as if all the soldiers in the city were terrified by only one person killing them.

Wherever Duan Yanqing looked, he saw a group of thousands of soldiers and horses shouting and killing at the gate of the imperial city in front of him, and at the end of the soldiers and horses, he could see a man wearing scales and armor.

When Duan Yanqing's figure came here, whether it was the soldier standing on the high wall or the eaves of the imperial city, or the soldier who was holding a giant log to smash into the city gate, he could only clearly feel the coldness on his neck. In the cold, the hairs on the back grew even more.

Thousands of people on the entire battlefield turned their eyes as if they felt something in their hearts, watching the crippled beggar staggering towards him with blood-red traces, leaning on iron crutches.

At this moment, the most intense battlefield was stopped for just a moment because of Duan Yanqing!
But when Duan Yanqing saw the army horse in front of him, his eyes only fell to the rear of the army horse.

There, there was a man wearing scales and armor.

When he saw the familiar face of the man wearing scales and armor, Duan Yanqing pulled a stiff and ghostly smile on his face, but he didn't even open his mouth, and there was a thunderous roar that was about to spread from the space. .

"Prince Yanqing, I'm here to invite Yang Yizhen to go to hell!"

　ah!There is a problem with the timeline of the old man, and there is a big problem with Duan Yanqing's timeline. Did the old man write it with a slap in the face when he wrote it? Check the information for me. No matter, I can only make the timeline so round!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)