The Bad Guys: Don't call me Little Emperor Taizong

The figure wearing a blood-stained robe that led them to victory that night and gave them infinite peace of mind reappeared in their minds.

Without any hesitation, the sound of mountains and seas was heard.

"As far as your Highness can see, there is no enemy of the Tang Dynasty!"

"I wish to use this blood to rebuild the power of the Tang Dynasty!"

Five thousand people shouted with the momentum of fifty thousand people, and the dark clouds that had just gathered in the sky were dispersed.

The stunning beauty opposite, seemed to have the endless fear inherited from her blood awakened, and she sat down on the ground with one plop.

Chapter 82 The Twelve Guardians

"Do you see it? The lights of thousands of homes floating in the troubled times are the heaven! The popular will is the will of heaven! Now, I am sweeping down with my majestic power. Zhang Zifan! You! Are the one who defies heaven!"

Inexplicable.

An aura of madness, brutality and murderousness permeated the air.

As the long black hair broke free from the hairpin, it became stained with blood.

Li Changping's cold eyes seemed to have the sharp edge of a sword constantly moving.

It fell on Zhang Zifan, and a piercing chill ran through his body.

"Since my foolish brother thinks he is unworthy of his position, then let me do it my way! You so-called wise men who eat human flesh and drink human blood, either become obedient dogs! Or become the souls under this sword!"

As soon as the words were spoken, blood appeared.

No matter how Zhang Zifan concentrated and was on guard, when faced with the murderous intent that had almost become tangible, the true energy in his body was instantly choked.

He wanted to raise his fan to block, but it was too late.

Unprepared, a bloody shadow flew out.

The next moment, Zhang Zifan fell to the ground, holding his shoulder.

On the other side, Li Changping also swung the Zixiao sword downward, and drops of blood dripped from the tip of the sword.

Raising his eyebrows slightly, he looked at the drunken middle-aged man in front of him.

If Li Cunyi had not taken action just now, this sword strike would have killed Zhang Zifan under the city of Xingyuan.

Then, another sneer.

"Well, the Thirteen Guardians have a deep bond of brotherhood. Today, I will reunite you with brothers Li Cunxu and Li Sizhao."

at the same time.

The most beautiful women also stood on Li Cunyi's left and right.

The three of them all had serious looks in their eyes, with energy flowing all over their bodies, looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"It's too early for you to be happy. The outcome of today's victory is still unknown!"

With a loud shout, Zhang Zifan was not idle either. He tore off a piece of cloth from his lapel and wrapped it around the wound on his shoulder.

After a brief breath adjustment, strands of true qi mixed with lightning were released.

Even though it was four to one.

But Li Changping had no intention of retreating. His blood-stained hair was flying behind him and his face was full of indifference.

The next moment, the whole person turned into a phantom, as ethereal as clouds and mist, and as unpredictable as a god or ghost.

The Zixiao Sword also seemed to have merged into the air silently. Only the sound of the sword could be heard, but no shadow of it could be seen.

"not good!"

Almost like a conditioned reflex, the true energy in Li Cun Yi's body instantly gushed out and he retreated violently.

At the same time, he slightly turned sideways, and using all his strength, punched forward fiercely.

Just as he made this move, a cold shadow passed by his side without warning. His punch landed steadily on a fist.

With this momentum, Li Cun Yi was finally able to temporarily escape from the battlefield.

But Li Changping did not stop, and his body accelerated again, almost going crazy. He turned to the right, and the flashing cold light flew towards Qingguo's throat.

"elder sister!"

Seeing that Qingguo was in trouble, Qingcheng screamed and turned into a propeller, clenching her fists and striking towards Li Changping from behind.

Zhang Zifan on the side released his internal energy without reservation, with a ferocious look on his face, and rushed towards Li Changping like a bolt of thunder and lightning.

"mob!"

Feeling the bad wind behind him, Li Changping did not retract the sword he had thrust out, but continued to shoot towards Qingguo's throat, but his body suddenly fell sideways.

Thousands of brilliant lights seemed to burst out from his cuffs, and in an instant they wrapped around Zhang Zifan and pounced towards him.

He threw a fierce punch at Qingcheng.

Boom~

Following a loud bang in the air.

Then, there was the "crackling" sound of metal colliding.

When people looked again.

On the battlefield, Li Changping held the sword in his right hand, and the sharp edge pierced straight through Qingguo's shoulder.

His left hand still kept a raised fist.

Qingcheng, who was fighting with him, was sent flying backwards and fell several feet away, unconscious.

Only the twisted and bent arms can tell of the power of this huge force.

Zhang Zifan was sweating profusely, and the thunder on his body had long been extinguished. He looked like he was not injured, but on the ground in front of him, there was a row of arrows stuck in a row.

There was still some true energy attached to it, which acted like a shield wall, blocking most of the hidden weapons for him.

"Li Cunyong!"

With his eyebrows slightly raised, Li Changping looked behind Zhang Zifan.

There stood a skinny figure, wearing a hat that looked like a talisman paper on his head, covering his eyes and with a hunched back.

He was still holding a bow in his hand, and the bowstring was still trembling slightly.

The hand that pulled the bow was almost severed, with several bloody marks so deep that the bone was visible.

Obviously, it was not easy for him to block these hidden weapons, and it also overdrawn his body.

"Uncle Twelve?"

Zhang Zifan didn't expect that he would be rescued at such a critical moment.

What he didn't expect was that it was his uncle who saved him.

Chapter 83 Five Guardians

But just when he was about to step forward to reminisce about the past.

Li Cunyong suddenly moved again...

He didn't draw the bow or take the arrow. He just twitched his ears slightly and rushed forward like a madman.

Under Zhang Zifan's astonished gaze, he hugged him tightly and turned backwards, turning his back to Li Changping.

"Puff puff……"

At the same time, there was a series of sounds of weapons entering the body.

Mixed with the harsh "crunching" sound of bones being hit.

The arrows that were lined up on the ground just now were all cut off at this moment. The broken parts were flat and smooth, but they still pierced Li Cunyong's back fiercely.

It penetrated from the back and came out from the chest.

You can see the huge power!

"Uncle Twelve!"

Zhang Zifan shouted loudly, his eyes full of despair.

He never expected that Li Cunyong, who was usually unknown, would come all the way to help him.

He also didn't expect that his uncle, whom he had ignored in the past, would be willing to die for him.

"Cough...cough cough!"

Seeing Zhang Zifan's face full of grief and curiosity, Li Cunyong coughed hard and then spoke slowly, but his voice was extremely weak.

"I followed you when you returned to Longhu Mountain. I have been used by others all my life, and hearing you call me 12th Uncle before I die is enough for me..."

The words fell to the ground.

Without waiting for Zhang Zifan to respond, Li Cunyong dropped his hands, tilted his head and passed away.

“It’s a bit rare!”

With a slight sigh, Li Changping drew his sword again and let the blood flow down the tip of the sword.

"You and my brother are indeed close friends. You are cut from the same cloth. But he is more realistic, and he used the slogan of "living a carefree life" right at the beginning. And you are more cunning, and you chose to use the excuse of "the people of the world."

"After all, you have studied, and you are indeed a member of the Tongwen Academy. You are much better than those corrupt scholars, even if you say one thing and mean another!"

"You fart!"

Holding Li Cunyong's body, Zhang Zifan's eyes were red with anger, and his voice was raised an octave: "You are a bloody executioner, how can you understand the Confucian sages? How can you understand the words of the saints?"

"Did the saint tell you to use benevolence to influence the princes? To use etiquette to regulate the princes?"

"You, the Confucian sages, have paved the way with your flesh and blood and thoughts. You are allowed to move forward on the road they paved with their bones. You are not allowed to worship them in the temple and use their kindness to please the princes!"

"Man-eating beasts don't deserve mercy. Let me kill them all with the sword in my hand!"

As he spoke, boundless blood and energy once again gushed out of his body. Li Changping raised his sword and said, "Li Cunyong died for you. Who will die for you next? Or are you just going to wait here to die? Are you ready?"

"it's me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone actually responded.

Li Changping looked towards the direction of the voice with some curiosity and narrowed his eyes.

The person who spoke was none other than Li Cun Yi.

At this moment, the whole person changed.

The big face, where only the nose was red, was now completely red.

He kept burping while talking.

As he walked towards that station, he was even more shaky, as if he was going to fall down and fall asleep at any moment.

The wine gourd around his waist was hanging upside down, but not a drop of wine flowed out.

But he has an aura that is close to the peak of the sky.

"Nephew, take those two kids and leave quickly. I'll leave this place to Uncle Wu!"

"Overdrawing life? Is it useful?"

Once his red eyes opened, Li Changping could clearly perceive Li Cunyi's physical condition.

This is a desperate fight. No matter whether he can win this battle or not, he will not be able to use any internal energy in the future.

----

While fierce fighting was going on under Xingyuan City.

In a forest less than thirty miles away from here, there were also two figures hurrying along.

The two men had different ways of traveling, one of them teleporting wildly like a phantom.

One person was jumping up and down, causing the silver ornament "porphyrin porphyrin" on his head to make a pleasant and crisp sound.

But halfway through the journey, a pink flash of light burst out from the jungle nearby and instantly landed in the arms of the girl wearing silver jewelry and dressed in Miao style.

"Oh?"

The girl paused, and then she felt a surge in her arms. From the side of the huge bulging thing, a thin black snake also emerged.