Chapter 417

The gates of the palace were breached, and the next thing to face was the splendid palace and the elite fish and dragon guards.

The rebels and the Ichthyosaurus collide head-on.

Feather arrows, crossbows, trebuchets, trains...... The Righteous Cult took out the momentum of the siege and attacked the army, which claimed to be the strongest in the empire. Feathered arrows pierce throats, trebuchets smash heads to pieces, and flaming trains rush into the crowd, sending screams.

Man is a powerful creature and can build powerful weapons, but he is so fragile and vulnerable to weapons.

However, this is not the most terrifying, the most terrifying is still people.

Lin Shaoyu has a black robe and black armor, and he has a black and shiny war horse, of course, the killing has been carried out so far, there is too much blood on his body, and there are enemies and his own. The black cloak had an eerie purple hue in the sunlight.

With an iron spear, he was invincible everywhere he went, and led his elite to the main hall of the palace. Like a sharp spear, breaking through the dense crowd, the big flag fluttering behind him, and the righteous word is the head.

People and horses rushed into the Golden Palace, and the fish dragon and Wei Wu rushed over.

Lin Chong's spear blocked the enemy and said, "Chief, you go and do something, I'll stop them." ”

The horse's hooves clattered against the gold bricks, and it sounded extremely heavy at the moment. With the sound of clattering horses' hooves, Lin Shaoyu rode into the Golden Palace, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone down, casting his shadow on the ground and stretching it fiercely.

Emperor Ming sat on the dragon chair, raised his head, and stared at Lin Shaoyu. At the same time, Lin Shaoyu's eyes also looked at him, and the eyes of the two collided in the air.

One is old, the other is young.

One is dying, and the other is like a new life.

The main hall is so empty, but it can't accommodate the waves caused by the collision of eyes in a trance.

"Traitor, look for death!"

Liu Aji scolded, his body shot out like a sword off the string, and when the dust in his hand blew through the air, it made a sharp rustling sound, much like the sound of a sword brushing across the ice.

The main hall is very empty, from the dragon chair to the main gate of the golden hall, there is a great distance, but Liu Aji's old and thin body is as strong as a white ape at this moment. If Bai Yuanfei is here, I am afraid that he will be stunned, this old eunuch's light body kung fu is definitely not weak.

You think he's a eunuch, but he's actually a warrior, a very strong warrior.

Liu Aji has excellent skills, and he is one of the few masters in the Ouchi Palace, and even in the entire empire. He is on the side of the emperor, but his kung fu comes from the rivers and lakes.

Battles in the rivers and lakes and battles on the battlefield are two different things. On the battlefield, it is important to open and close wide, and smash the enemy's head with heavy weapons. However, the rivers and lakes pay attention to the land of boxing and lying cows, and the victory and defeat are between square inches.

Although they are different, they are the same. It's also about speed, power, and instantaneous reactions.

Lin Shaoyu rode on a horse, the iron spear waved lightly, and the spear forced Liu Aji to not get close, and stopped him outside his gun.

The seven stacks of guns that break the waves themselves belong to the flower spear all the way, using complicated marksmanship to lure the enemy deep and kill them in one move.

Liu Aji played very hard, he showed his full strength, and even played at a super level. But there was still no way to break through Lin Shaoyu's gun encirclement, and at the same time, Lin Shaoyu shot at will, but he had to do his best to dodge.

Before deciding to do it, Liu Aji was not completely out of chance. According to the analysis of the intelligence he obtained, from the beginning of the battle to the present, Lin Shaoyu has been unclothed for many days, and the continuous high-intensity battle is a huge drain on the physical strength of any person. Even if you can't defeat the opponent for a while, you can slowly prolong the battle, and you can always find an opportunity to kill him.

However, until now, Liu Aji has not noticed that Lin Shaoyu is showing any fatigue, he is like a burning coal, he will never be extinguished if he does not burn himself to ashes.

Seven stacks of guns breaking waves, seven stacks of guns, stacking strength on top of strength, like layers of waves, shot at Liu Aji, just in response to that sentence, one wave is more than one wave.

Liu Aji showed a coquettish move, retreating again and again, until there was no way to retreat, and then he was not as prodigal as Lin Shaoyu, and a shot was pierced through the shoulder by Lin Shaoyu.

Emperor Ming sat on the dragon chair, high up, like a sleeping dragon, squinting his eyes and not knowing what he was thinking.

When Lin Shaoyu attacked and decided to kill Liu Aji, a spear suddenly arrived, forcing Lin Shaoyu to retreat.

A flash of surprise flashed in Lin Shaoyu's eyes, and he raised his head to find that this gun was actually thrown from Emperor Ming's hand.

Emperor Ming has grown up at this moment, and the dragon robe on his body is open and clawed, as if he wants to break through the wall.

Looking at Lin Shaoyu, he could vaguely see the shadow of his father Lin Wentian. At that time, Lin Wentian was still young, and Emperor Ming was also a young man, the two of them were freshly dressed and angry, sometimes drinking and carnivaling, sometimes leading dogs to lead the cang, and stepping through the prosperity of Chang'an.

Of course, this is all in the past. The former Chang'an boy is now the Ninth Five-Year Honor, the old man, and Lin Wentian was personally ordered by Emperor Ming to be executed on the street.

Emperor Ming naturally doesn't regret it, but there is no one who can talk all night long, and he is a little lonely after all.

There are talents in the country, and the former Chang'an teenager has become a white-haired old thief, and the old will always be replaced by a younger one.

Lin Shaoyu immediately shot horizontally, which was much better than Lin Wentian back then. What made Emperor Ming sigh was that none of his sons could stand up and block Lin Shaoyu's gun.

It's always a little sad.

Lin Shaoyu seemed to understand Emperor Ming's mood at the moment, picked up the gun on the ground, and returned it to Emperor Ming. Emperor Ming caught it with his hand, crossed the dragon book case, and stood on the golden jade steps.

"Your Majesty!" Liu Aji said in a lost voice.

Emperor Ming shook his head, raised his spear, and pointed at Lin Shaoyu from afar.

"Here you go!"

This is a battle between the new king and the old king, and the winner's prize is the empire's ninety thousand miles, and a eunuch is not qualified to meddle at all.

Lin Shaoyu maintained enough respect for Emperor Ming, he jumped up from his horse, rushed forward, and when he approached Emperor Ming, he provoked fiercely, and pierced his spear at Emperor Ming.

Like a warrior who pierces the scorching sun.

Emperor Ming also jumped up, the two bars of guns met in the air, making a heavy collision, and then each stepped back, like a beast thrown into the Colosseum, circling around each other, looking for the enemy's flaws.

Lin Shaoyu mislooked at Emperor Ming.

The old man, who was dying, showed unimaginable strength and bravery, like a dying beast letting out its final roar at the sky.

Chang'an not only has the Lin family gun, but also the Li family gun.

Li Jiapan dragon gun.

So much time has passed, so long that no one remembers what happened. The Li family was not born into a royal family, and their rivers and mountains were also beaten inch by inch.

The founder of Dawu, known as the world's martial arts, relied on an iron gun to clean up the mountains and rivers.

He made marksmanship back then, which was used by Emperor Ming at this moment.

The Li family Panlong gun, also known as the Panlong Eight Dozen Gun.