Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 742 When the moon is dark and the wind is high, when revenge (4)

After the sound of the wind died away, Shen Jingshu poked his head out from the dark place, glanced at the direction in which the walker was flying, and let out a soft breath.

She guessed right, those people are not Murong Li's people.

If it was Murong Li's person, at least one person would come in to see her situation after passing Fengyu Palace.

However, Shen Jingshu couldn't help but feel a little worried when counting the number of people flying over the eaves and walls.

With so many people, can Murong Li and the others handle it?

If it was in the past, it might be fine.

But that time to save her, Murong Li lost so many capable men, his strength can be said to have been reduced a lot.

After hiding behind the palace gate for a while, after making sure that no one would fly overhead, Shen Jingshu flashed out from behind the palace gate and quietly approached Longxiang Palace.

……

The movement of the fireworks was so loud that not only Shen Jingshu was shocked, but also Murong Li, Xie Muhan and the others.

Everyone looked at the coquettish and gorgeous crimson in the sky, and their expressions couldn't help but tremble.

Only Gong Ming still had that unrestrained attitude.

"It seems that Xuanyuan Mirror has already discovered that we are coming. Everyone, get ready, the tough battle will begin soon."

No one answered his words, but they all speeded up.

Now that you've discovered it, there's no need to hide it anymore!
Leaping onto the roof, everyone got up and down a few times, and they arrived at the square in front of Longxiang Palace.

Almost as soon as everyone landed, a large number of forbidden troops dressed in black armor rushed from all directions and surrounded everyone in the center.

A gust of cool wind blew by, and a somewhat ethereal, somewhat ghostly, somewhat eerie voice came.

"There are so many people, it's really neat."

Because they were old acquaintances, and besides, they were the only people in this world who dared to break into the palace, so everyone did not cover their faces, and Xuanyuan Mirror saw them clearly at a glance.

Murong Li locked on the people in front of the hall, and said sharply: "Xuanyuan Jing, tonight is your death day!"

Xuanyuan Jing said "Oh", his voice was somewhat sarcastic and somewhat disdainful.

"Last time, there were so many of you, but you ran away in the end. Why, I haven't seen you for a few days, could it be that you all took the elixir and doubled your skills?"

"Whether it's doubled or not, you'll find out later!" Murong sneered sharply, and then burst into a shout, rushing preemptively to the imperial camp.

As soon as he made a move, the rest of them seemed to have received a signal and rushed fiercely at the nearby enemies.

The enemy is outnumbered and the number of forbidden soldiers is too large. After killing all the forbidden soldiers, it is estimated that most of my physical strength has been exhausted. Everyone is not stupid, so I have no intention of confronting these forbidden soldiers head-on.

As soon as they entered the stage, everyone was the first to throw out the poison they carried with them just like last time.

The poison was ferocious, and as soon as the poison powder dispersed in the air, many imperial troops fell down in a blink of an eye.

Among the crowd, Xie Muhan waved his hand casually, and countless sharp ice thorns suddenly appeared in the air, stabbing them towards the most densely populated place of the forbidden army.

There were muffled groans and screams, and the cold light refracted by the ice thorns danced with the blood mist. In an instant, the imperial army fell down again, and the air was soon filled with a thick and pungent smell of blood.

In front of the palace, Xuanyuan Jing looked coldly at the crowd fighting on the field, slowly raised his hand, and then swung his hand vigorously, the hidden guards and magicians behind him immediately flew out and joined the battle.

Under the bright moonlight, the wind was loud, the sword light was shining, and the black figures kept beating.

The sound of sharp weapons piercing flesh and muffled groans kept coming and going, but the eunuchs and maids serving in Longxiang Palace couldn't tell who was injured, who was groaning in pain, and which side had the upper hand.

(End of this chapter)