[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

Dongfang Sheng came down with him.

Vice-General Wu led the way, turned around and said, "General, I think there is something secret."

"Secret matter?" Dongfang Sheng walked quickly, shrugging his shoulders, "If you have a secret matter, you should go to the commanding army, the general, what do you want me for?"

Vice General Wu said: "The general is Guan Yinghou, and he has very close contacts with the royal family. If you want to come..."

Dongfang Sheng interrupted: "Stop talking nonsense, let's go."

Deputy General Wu arrived at a small shop, and there were two guards standing outside the door, and it looked like they were from the battlefield.Dongfang Sheng nodded as a greeting, and the leader asked, "Young Master."

Dongfang Sheng looked at them, untied his sword and handed it to the lieutenant general, and opened the door to go in alone.

The place was several squares, with a clear view. An old man sat by the middle table, full of energy, his eyes were like lightning, and he looked very peaceful when he squinted slightly.

Dongfang Sheng Qili said: "The final general knocks on the Minister."

"Don't do that." Guo Ziyi hurriedly stood up, walked a few steps closer, and supported Dongfang Shengdao, "Young Lord, how can you salute me."

Dongfang Sheng took advantage of the situation and got up, without being too polite, he asked directly: "Why is Shang Shu looking for me?"

Guo Ziyi laughed and said, "Young Lord Hou is really a strong and forthright person."

"Guo Shangshu." Dongfang Sheng sat down and poured himself a cup of tea, carefully staring at Guo Ziyi, and asked in a low voice, "Could it be that Tongguan has changed?"

Guo Ziyi stood beside him with his hands behind his back, sighed and said, "That's right, the secret report that only the saints got, hasn't been spread yet."

Dongfang Sheng said angrily, "That's 20 troops."

Guo Ziyi said: "Anlu Mountain buried soldiers to design that Ge Shuhan would guard the pass and not come out, but the sage listened to Yang Guozhong's slander and ordered Ge Shuhan to go out and attack, and only returned eight thousand."

"Oh, so..." Dongfang Sheng drank the tea in his hand, held the teacup tightly, lowered his head and said, "The last general was ordered to defend the city."

Guo Ziyi said in a deep voice: "Tongguan is broken, I don't know how long Chang'an can last, the sage wants to leave the capital for a while, and then try to take the second capital, you will die."

Dongfang Sheng raised his head, looked at him blankly, and frowned.

The emperor naturally left before the city was broken, and the route would never be disclosed. At that time, the defenders fought fiercely in Chang'an to resist the enemy. After he led the army, if there were no accidents, there would be no obstacles.He is favored by the Holy Grace, the Holy Majesty can still remember him at this time, and he will not treat him badly in the future, no wonder Guo Ziyi came here in person.

Seeing his expression, Guo Ziyi couldn't help asking: "What else is young master worrying about?"

Dongfang Sheng got up, watched him silent for a moment, then knelt down and said: "The last general takes orders."

Guo Ziyi helped him up, patted his shoulder, and they came out together.The guards on both sides were nowhere to be seen, Deputy General Wu presented the sword, Dongfang Sheng took it, then said goodbye, turned around, but saw a mother and child.

"This is Zhuojing, and the dog Guo Ai, who is only three years old." Guo Ziyi walked to his side and whispered, "I'm going to fight, and they should go too."

Dongfang Sheng nodded, and said with a wry smile: "I am alone now, and I have nothing to arrange. I will do my best as the Holy One."

Guo Ziyi wanted to pat him again, but he didn't. Dongfang Sheng called the lieutenant general and left first.

Tongguan has been broken, Ge Shuhan was captured, the rebel army marched westward and directly attacked Chang'an, and the left army fought against it.

At dusk, the screams outside the city shook the sky, the moonlight was as hazy as a sarong, and it would be burnt out by the flames.People in the city of Chang'an were panicked, and the city was in chaos and chaos. The fire started from nowhere and spread to a large area.

The heat wave of the fire rushed towards him, Dongfang Sheng wiped off his sweat, and rode his horse forward slowly on the street.The crisp sound of horseshoes was lost in the noise, the silver helmet and silver scales were also dyed crimson by the flames, and the white cloak fell on the black horse, swaying in the wind.

He carried a silver-tasseled steel gun, and the tip of the gun would sweep the ground from time to time, dropping little by little, carelessly.

The frame winds like a dragon, getting farther and farther away. Dongfang Sheng leads [-] cavalry guards at the end, and Vice General Wu is at his side. The Shence Army is still fighting, so I don't know how the battle is going.

"Dongfang!" Someone rode up and shouted from a distance, and it was only when he got closer that he saw that it was Li Hun. He reined in his horse and smiled at Dongfang Sheng: "It's good that you are here."

Holding a sharp gun in his hand, Dongfang Sheng said, "Your Majesty is concerned."

Li Hui smiled helplessly, shook his head and said: "I really can't do anything about you. You and Changying haven't been in contact for a few years. I'm here to tell you that everything is fine with him, so you don't have to worry about it."

Dongfang Sheng nodded, smiled lightly, and suddenly raised his arms and cupped his fists to bid farewell.

Li Hun raised his hand to block it, the young man was dressed in silver armor, reflecting the flames, his eyes were quite hot, and with a flick of the gun, the golden light jumped again, he also laughed, so he had no choice but to ride his horse and leave.

After walking slowly for about a quarter, Dongfang Sheng ordered Vice General Wu to lead the cavalry to continue to follow up. The cavalry here were all forbidden soldiers, and he was not familiar with him, so he returned to the Marquis Mansion alone.

Mu Zitong stood outside the mansion with a sword in his hand, carved like a rock, as straight as a poplar, for an unknown how long.Seeing Dongfang Shengce approaching the horse, he knelt down and said, "Young Master."

Dongfang Sheng didn't rein in his horse, he just said: "Go back to the mansion, wait for me to come back."

Mu Zitong said: "Yes."

Dongfang Sheng didn't hear her voice.

The sound of horseshoes, the smoke and dust turned into fire, the screams and hisses, and the blood covered the moon.

Li Junchuo personally killed the enemy on the city wall. Ladders were built in rows. The people below were like ants, black and dense, and they kept climbing up. The people on the city wall poured oil down. , Throw a fire and burn one piece.

The screams almost deafened the ears, the scorched corpses were piled up several feet high, the nauseating smell made people faint, and the people below were climbing up the corpses, and the sound of hitting the city gate was endless.

Li Junchuo patted the city wall and coughed to death. Someone shouted: "Command the army! The city gate is about to be broken!"

Li Junchuo rubbed his ears, but shouted vigorously, "What?!"

Someone else shouted: "General! The general is under the city wall!"

Dongfang Sheng, dressed in red and silver armor, sat on a black-maned horse, stopped outside the melee, and watched coldly.

The people inside were against the city gate, and a corpse fell down, and they were instantly trampled to a bloody mess. The smell of scorching and blood made Dongfang Sheng's breathing a little short.

The gate of the city was knocked open, and the rebels swarmed in, rushing the Shence Army into the city. Dongfang Shengce stood out from the crowd, untouched by the mortal world like a general, and the Shence Army instinctively gathered behind him, but he didn't want their The general is almost a lunatic, and he will not order a retreat at all.

Dongfang Sheng twitched the corners of his lips, his eyes were full of violence, and he swept away the flying arrows.

The silver spear is like lightning, the tip of the spear pierces the throat, and a head is thrown out with a pick. The silver armor and white cloak spill blood, as gorgeous as a peony.

Dongfang Sheng was already like a god of killing. He stepped on a horse among the rebellious army, and walked on the ground among the stumped limbs. His hooves were bloody and bloody, sharp and tangled, killing endlessly. He seemed to be shrouded in blood mist , The massacre was rampant, there was not a single complete corpse under the horse, and no one dared to approach, leaving a space in the city gate.

Dongfang Sheng wiped the blood splashed around his eyes, his eyes were already red, the dragon veins were broken, and his soul dissipated accordingly. Without the restraint of dragon veins, the weakening Yangyan soul power in his body could not be controlled. The body burns to pieces.

The pain was worse than that of Duhun. It hit every nerve in his body, and he convulsed slightly. The heat in his body melted into flesh and blood, and the skin under his armor shattered like porcelain. slow healing.

This body is already extremely fragile, it is a porcelain doll that has been continuously smashed and glued together, his blood-stained face is distorted in pain, and the hostility and anger all over his body are almost substantive, hideous and terrifying.

Dozens of people rushed up and chopped off the horse's legs. Dongfang Sheng fell to the ground and was immediately surrounded. He was about to chop him up with swords and guns. Wash it out of the blood.

It seems that only brutality can relieve his pain. The evil god who is caught in the killing, the soul struggling with disappearance, will only hurt instinctively. Fortunately, he chose a place where he has no scruples.

The blood splashed, and those bright red colors seemed to lose their color suddenly.

Dongfang Sheng was a little confused for a moment, his silver helmet was knocked to the ground, and his bun was swept away, and the black hair hanging down his waist was immediately stuck in blood, covering half of his face.

He could almost hear the crackling sound, spreading from the corners of his eyes to his cheeks, piece by piece again, blood dripped down his face, he raised his hand to catch it in a daze, his skin was so hot that it would burn.

Yun Quyue Ming, the young general was blood-colored, with long hair and armor, standing on the sea of ​​corpses and blood with a sharp spear, as if he had lost his mind. Seeing this opportunity, the red-eyed rebels rushed forward, stabbing at Dongfang wins.

Qinglie's spiritual power suddenly cut off the blood energy, and the sword shadow transformed into countless sharp blades, smashing the weapon that stabbed the young man into pieces. Murong Ziying flew down from the city wall, and came up like a moon in white clothes and blue belt, entering the blood mist, stepping on the corpse The broken bone landed on the side of the blood-soaked young man, clasping seals with both hands, protecting Dongfang Sheng behind his back, and exerting force suddenly, everyone within ten feet was shaken out.

"Your Highness." Murong Ziying called softly, raising her hand to brush away the long hair on his forehead.

Dongfang Sheng swept across with a gun, and Yang Yan hit him directly. Murong Ziying was shocked, and hurriedly retreated, barely dodging, the swept off clothes fell to the ground, soaked in blood, the young man rushed to enter the city again of the rebels.

Murong Ziying just wanted to take Dongfang Sheng away, he didn't understand why the prince got involved in this war, so violent and killing.

He was at a loss for a moment, the prince he knew was definitely not like this, it shouldn't be.

But a soul can only be one person.He has always believed that no matter who the crossing soul becomes, no matter what changes, the prince is the prince, and he will never question it.

So Murong Ziying also fell into this fierce battle, when His Highness remembered him, and then came back, if he couldn't come back, he would go look for it.

He couldn't kill like Changqin, but he was relentless, the blood soon soaked his clothes, the moonlight gradually melted away the Yinqin Dan, and the clear sword was like water to break the soul.

When someone attacked, he would kill him, but Murong Ziying ignored no one. He kept looking for Dongfang Sheng until dawn. When he was tired, he found a place at the foot of the city wall,