Fighter of the Destiny

Snow is falling in the sky in Kyoto, and so is Taiping Road.

Not many people know that these flying pieces of snow come from an ice and snow storm in Tiandaoyuan.

All the gates of the palace were closed tightly, there was no sound, and Prince Xiang's palace was as silent as a tomb.

The broken snow flew over the high walls of the palace and landed outside the sight of the palace priests, but failed to fall to the ground.

There are countless winds behind the wall, constantly blowing the soft snow.

Hundreds of monks and soldiers holding divine crossbows. Standing in the garden and courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, there was only a wall between him and the black sea of ​​priests.

They made no sound and remained absolutely silent, so the sound of breathing became clear.

The clearer it is, the heavier it is, and the shorter it is, the more tense it is.

The light snow in early spring from the sky cannot fall to the ground, right? Is it because of these mysteriously silent and heavy breaths?

King Chen Liu stood by the window, looking at his subordinates in the garden, silently thinking about these things.

Snow was flying outside the window, and his face was a little pale.

Because of being tired, it has nothing to do with being uneasy.

At this time, any regrets are unnecessary.

He turned around and looked at the Taoists in Qingyi.

The three Taoists in green clothes looked at the white-haired old Taoist.

The old Taoist is a true Taoist master who has become half-sacred many years ago.

Except for Wei Shangshu of the Tang family, the Blind Qin Master and several secret figures from southern aristocratic families and sects, no one can compare with him.

But even he was not confident that he could defend the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Not at all.

He knew very well that if Li Gong decided to take action with all his strength, no one could stop such a violent tide unless all the troops of the Zhou Dynasty were sent out.

The old Taoist said to King Chenliu: Let's go.

King Chen Liu's face became even paler, but his expression remained calm, and he said, I cannot give up on these subordinates who are loyal to me and my father.

The old Taoist said with an expressionless face: I will stay to block them, and you and your three nephews will go first.

King Chen Liu didn't expect that the other party was actually willing to take the risk, and was stunned.

The old man walked to the window, ignored him, and slowly closed his eyes.

The breeze picked up the broken snow and fell on the wrinkled face. The white hair was slightly floating, which looked a bit touching.

Looking at this scene, King Chen Liu's eyes were slightly wet, and he wanted to persuade him to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

In the shortest possible time, he regained his composure, saluted the old man, and then turned around without hesitation.

The flower hall sinks from the window to the bluestone floor in the middle, forming a stone staircase going underground.

King Chenliu and three Taoists in Tsing Yi walked underground along the stone steps.

There is darkness ahead, and I don’t know where it leads.

Suddenly, the lamp on the stone wall burned automatically, illuminating the ground not far in front of everyone.

The ground is a little wet, and there is still some moss in the corners. It has not been cleaned for I don't know how many years.

The light fell on King Chen Liu's face.

He is calm.

There was no wetness in his eyes either.

There was no emotion on his face.

Those are meaningless.

He always thought so.

This later fight also makes no sense.

He wouldn't care if the Changchun Guan Taoist could leave alive or die heroically in battle.

He only needs to know that this old Taoist will definitely make the strong men who leave the palace suffer great losses.

It doesn't matter if the generals and masters in the palace either surrender or die in battle.

He has never doubted the loyalty and passion of these people, but these people have never been the real trump card of Prince Xiang's Mansion.

The real power of Prince Xiang's Mansion will not appear in Kyoto today.

Because his judgment was very close to that of Chen Changsheng, he believed that there was no way to start a fight with Tianshu Mausoleum.

It's not the final moment of battle yet, but many people will still die today.

He needs to ensure that his life is not threatened, so he must leave.

He will appear on the shore of Luoshui through this dark tunnel, and then leave Kyoto.

On the outskirts of Kyoto, the hundreds of black armored light cavalry had been waiting for him for a long time.

He will take these Xuanjia Qingqi to Hanqiu City, and then meet up with the most loyal subordinates and troops, as well as the descendants of the Zhu family.

When the time comes, what should he do first? Send a message? Or should we poison all the trash in the Zhu family first?

If it were Emperor Taizong, what would he do?

Poisoning him to death won't work, it's too conspicuous, so it would be better to put him under house arrest until he ascends the throne.

Thinking about these things, a smile appeared in the depths of his eyes illuminated by the light.

The three Tsing Yi Taoists were behind him and could not be seen.

My father is a strong man in the sacred realm, so he naturally does not need to worry about his safety.

Even if Tao Zun loses, neither Xu Yourong nor Chen Changsheng are ruthless people, and they will naturally not attack the concubines and concubines in the palace.

King Chen Liu felt that he had thought of everything, considered everything, and calculated everything.

But he didn't think of his new wife Pingguo, or even the matter itself.

He also didn't expect that someone was waiting for him somewhere in front of this dark tunnel.

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In the quiet tunnel, any sound will appear particularly clear.

For example, the sound of water moving underground, or the sound of ants crawling across the wall.

The two Taoist nuns opened their eyes.

There were footsteps coming from the front, in the direction of Prince Xiang's Mansion.

Huaishu glanced at his senior sister.

Huairen looked indifferent.

Suddenly, the light coming from the front was strangely refracted.

It was as if there was some kind of distortion in the space there.

What kind of power can make space distort so quietly?

Huaishu felt the breath and said in horror: What is this?

Huairen raised his eyebrows slightly and said with some surprise: His Majesty the Pope also took action?

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When the space in the tunnel was distorted, a similar situation occurred in the sky.

The dim skylight was scattered everywhere, illuminating the surroundings of Prince Xiang's Mansion extremely clearly.

An indescribable pressure fell from a distant high altitude to the ground.

The wind and snow suddenly became violent.

A black dragon claw broke through the clouds and slowly fell.

The dragon's claw is like a black mountain, and the scales on it are like dark windows, exuding an extremely terrifying aura.

The generals and strong men could no longer maintain their composure and shouted in panic.

The white-haired old man suddenly opened his eyes, and a ray of light burst out.

A clear light enveloped the Prime Minister's Mansion, which was a very powerful defensive formation.

The old Taoist looked at the sky and shouted in a cold voice: The evil beast must die!

Before he finished speaking, the Dao sword came out and turned into an extremely sad light, flying towards the sky, piercing through the thick clouds, and cutting to no one knows where!

He knew that his opponent today was very powerful, but he still had no fear.

This sword condensed his lifelong cultivation, and he was already infinitely close to the sacred realm. Coupled with the palace's formation, as long as the opponent was not yet an adult, he would definitely be injured and return!

However, he didn't know that today's real opponent was not in the depths of the wind and snow, but had been in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

When he poured all his energy into that sword, the man also moved.

The man stood in the corner, his shoulders slumped, and an ordinary-looking sword tied loosely around his waist.

At some point, his slender fingers grasped the hilt of the sword, looking particularly stable and harmonious.

If someone sees this scene, they will even have an illusion.

His hand and sword are one.

How could there be a sword faster than this?

A sword light lit up and then disappeared.

It's like a flash of fireworks, or a flash in the pan.

Two holes appeared in the two brick walls.

The tip of the sword pierced the blue Taoist robe, drawing blood.