The Great Tang: World Martial God

Tai Chi Hall.

The dispute between the prince and the prince is fratricidal.

Throughout history, such things are not uncommon.

Li Chengqian, who just sat on the dragon seat, is no exception.

The first goal is to eliminate this long-standing enemy.

Changsun Wuji and Gao Shilian suddenly panicked, as they were about to speak out, when a commotion was faintly heard in the square of the main hall.

The voice is chaotic, but very clear.

Unconsciously, the old official shook his body and looked into the distance of the square.

On the huge square, a figure with sparkling silver armor, and a group of soldiers, strode towards the hall.

The guards on both sides of the white jade railing knelt on the ground with the steps of the figure, respecting them extremely.

The soldiers bowed down like a wave, extending to the steps and outside the hall.

As if kneeling down to a majestic king, and as if kneeling down and worshiping a returning God of War.

Ta Ta Ta.

The neat pace stepped on the stone floor, from far to near.

Dong Dong's footsteps became clearer and clearer.

The officials in the hall also noticed this strangeness, and looked out the hall with a touch of curiosity.

At the same moment, Li Chengqian frowned slightly, leaned on the armrest of the dragon chair, stood up slowly, and looked at the open hall door.

It didn't take a moment.

On the steps outside the hall, a stern face gradually appeared, and the silver armor on his body and the long sword on his waist were gradually revealed.

Tang Hao!

It turned out to be Tang Hao!

Inexplicably, Li Chengqian was shocked.

Today's palace gate is heavily guarded, even more guarded by the Longwu Guards of Hou Junji.

Could it be that the team of over a hundred people broke through the palace gate and broke in?

Thinking of this, Li Chengqian inadvertently caught a glimpse of the soldier at the gate of the palace with the Tang knife in his hand.

In the sun, the sharp Tang Dao, the cold light circulates.

The sticky Yinhong reflected on the bright body, especially conspicuous.

The wet blood stains followed the blade, dripping on the stone floor of the palace gate.

The dazzling Yin Hong only made Li Chengqian a little surprised to see, and a touch of uneasy emotion was born inexplicably.

The figure at the door raised his right arm, then slowly lowered it.

Amidst the uniform humming of Jin Ge, Tang Dao was put into the scabbard.

Afterwards, under the gaze of the officials, Tang Hao strode forward and slowly stepped into the hall.

Hou Junji took the lead to wake up from the shock, took a step forward, and shouted at the forward figure.

"Tang Hao! Bring a blade into the court."

"You are so bold."

Although Hou Junji did not know how Tang Hao entered the palace, he could also guess from the blood stains on the soldiers, and a fierce battle was inevitable.

But today's things can only succeed, not fail.

If Tang Hao disrupted the situation, he would only have to kill him to avoid future troubles.

Thinking of this, Hou Junji's right hand quietly supported the handle of the knife, ready to catch it at any time.

Tang Hao ignored the roar in his ear, walked straight to the front of the hall, stared at Li Chengqian coldly, and said solemnly.

"His Royal Highness, you shouldn't sit in this position!"

In the cold tone, there was a hint of questioning, and the meaning of incapable of being beaked.

With a low voice lingering in his ears, Hou Junji, who was already shrunken, suddenly became angry, walked around Tang Hao, and said sharply.

"A champion general, dare to speak to the new gentleman in this tone, I think you are tired of living!"

After that, Hou Junji's eyes throbbed with anger, and then he said.

"Come on, take it!"

With a cry of peace, the Yulin Army behind the palace drew out their matching knives, held them in their hands, and slowly leaned towards the palace.

Tang Hao Yu Guang glanced at the soldiers on both sides, his expression was cold, and he shouted.

"Let me see who dares to get ahead!"

Suddenly, the horrible killing intent that had been on the battlefield broke apart at this moment.

A chill was like a torrent, permeating from Tang Hao's body.

This is an invisible aura.

It seemed that within three steps, the pressure was heavy, the air was sticky, and even breathing was a little laborious.

The soldier who was closest to him shuddered unconsciously, and paused slowly in shock.

The other soldiers also felt the overbearing and mighty breath, couldn't help but swallow, hold their breath and stare at the figures in the circle.

The soldiers stopped suddenly, only Hou Junji was frightened and yelled.

"He's just a mere man, so why be afraid?"

"Quickly win! Don't delay the time when the new king becomes the throne!"

Under anxious urging, those soldiers once again hardened their scalps and greeted them with swords and halberds diagonally.

In the slow movement, the encircling circle is getting smaller and smaller, compressing inward a little bit.

Seeing Cheng Chumo outside the hall, frowned and slowly raised his hand.

Seeing that gesture, the soldiers at the gate of the palace also clenched the handle of the Tang Sword as well, staring coldly at the moment of tense confrontation on the field.

In the quiet hall, there was a sense of solemnity.

The slaughter that is on the verge of triggering affects the hearts of everyone present.

Many officials held their breaths, frowned, and looked at Tang Hao on the court with a look of expectation.

The shuddering hearts followed the narrow circle, banging wildly.

Sitting high in the dragon chair, Li Chengqian looked at the calm Tang Hao, with a touch of suspicion and curiosity in his heart.

Right now, all the halls and halls of this hall are under his control.

He was going to see what exactly this Tang Hao has!