Sui and Tang Dynasties: Beginning with Overlord Inheritance

The desperate Chang He can only attach all his hopes to his colleagues.

Also at this time, the sharp blade and the tricky long sword came straight at him, Li Cunxiao temporarily stopped and swung the Mo Dao in his hand.

Losing the best opportunity to attack, Li Cunxiao had no choice but to wait for the opportunity.

What he wants is a one-hit kill, not an injury for a life.

Chang He, who survived the catastrophe, stood with his two colleagues,
The two were also panting heavily, not exhausted, but frightened.

The three of them are not flamboyant, and they are capable of fighting even against the Imperial City Imperial Army.

But the opposite is Li Cunxiao, who is in charge of the Modao Army. In their hearts, they have no chance of winning.

The name alone has already defeated him psychologically.

"Don't hesitate, we are not vegetarians, one against three, there is a chance."

Chang He had a solemn expression. When he faced Li Cunxiao for the first time, he said that it was impossible without pressure, but that his wealth and life were all at stake, and it was impossible not to fight.

"By you?"

Li Cunxiao taunted disdainfully, and the wind was blowing under his feet, quickly closing the distance between the two sides.

Jing Junhong did not retreat but advanced, stepped forward two steps, and handed out the long sword in his hand, at this time Li Cunxiao had already rushed to Jing Junhong's face.

Lu Shiheng took the opportunity to cut out the long knife in his hand, while Chang He walked around behind Li Cunxiao and stabbed straight with the spear. The three of them surrounded him, and there was no way out.

puff!

At the critical moment, Li Cunxiao twisted his body, the long sword slid along his waist, and the latter, whose back was pressed against Jing Junhong's iron mountain, retreated in embarrassment.

Having dealt with the enemy in front of him, Li Cunxiao turned around abruptly, Mo Dao simply and roughly slashed across, and a head flew high.

The figure on the ground could only see the blood gushing out from Bo's neck, instantly dotted the night with spots of blood red.

At this moment, fierce murderous intent burst out in Chang He's eyes, and the spear drove straight in!

Li Cunxiao was expressionless, and Mo Dao was out of his hand following the inertia. Chang He only felt a cold feeling in his chest, and his hand was weak, and a rush of blood rushed in, and he was forced back by the powerful force.

The spear was released, but the speed did not decrease. Li Cunxiao clasped his hands together, and there was a bang!
The tip of the gun reached the Adam's apple, Chang He fell to the ground and raised his eyelids, unwilling to do so, the gun missed the vital point.

Li Cunxiao would have died if the gun head had penetrated another half an inch.

"Ahem, cough, it's a pity."

Chang He is not dead, Mo Dao pierced his chest an inch, he will not die immediately, but he has no strength to fight anymore.

Looking at Chang He, whose mouth was constantly overflowing with blood, Li Cunxiao ignored him with a spear in his hand, and turned to look at Jing Junhong coldly.

"Did you kill yourself, or did I give you a ride?"

Li Cunxiao is like Yan Luo who controls life and death, his evil spirit is soaring, and the cold light of his spear is icy cold.

Jing Junhong stared at Li Cunxiao steadfastly, even though there was a lot of resentment or remorse in his heart, there was no way out at this moment.

Although he was unscathed, but in two rounds, one died and one was injured, he had already lost the slightest fighting spirit.

escape?Can you escape?
"I'll give you five breaths. After five breaths, if you're still alive, I'll do it."

Li Cunxiao was calm and composed, and a strong sense of oppression hit, making people breathless.

No choice.

Jing Junhong laughed at himself, holding the long sword against his neck, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Suddenly!

As soon as he was about to strike, Jing Junhong borrowed strength from his feet, jumped up violently, and fled towards the outside of the city.

Every time he hits the ground, he uses his toes to change direction at the same time, so as not to give Li Cunxiao a chance to sneak attack from behind, so that he cannot lock the target.

Looking at Li Cunxiao who still didn't move, Chang He looked puzzled, that's it, let him go?
"I didn't want to embarrass you so much."

Unexpectedly, it seemed to hear Li Cunxiao whispering something.

In Chang He's pupil reflex, Li Cunxiao raised the spear in his hand, charged up, and threw it out.

An incredible movement made Chang He turn around regardless of his injuries. At this moment, the spear approached Jing Junhong like an arrow.

The sound of breaking through the air came from behind, and Jing Junhong was very anxious. Seeing that he was about to reach the edge of the city wall, he felt his body pause and become light in the air.

Looking down, a foot of gun body protruded from the abdomen, nailed straight to the city wall together with the body.

"How do you want to die?"

Li Cunxiao stared at Chang He, unable to detect any emotion.

Chang He laughed, miserable, remorseful, and unwilling.

"General Li lives up to his reputation, thank you, Chengquan."

With a palm on the top of the head, Chang He chose a decent way to end his life.

Li Cunxiao pulled out the Mo Dao, shook his hand, the blood on the blade disappeared, glanced towards the direction of the imperial city, turned around and disappeared into the night.

Not long after, the bodies of the three were found by Chang Biao, who couldn't help but smack his lips:

"General Flying Tiger is really a god-man."

After all, he led people to clean up the battlefield and hide the three corpses.

Xu Maogong found him just now, and he had already explained the reason. Changbiao, who knew the truth, just sighed:
"The minds of adults are really unpredictable."

He obviously already knew the other party's plan, so if he said something, he would just go to the door and arrest him.

What a hassle.

But he didn't dare to say these words, and talking about the emperor behind his back also had no good end.

……

"People are dead."

On the observation deck, Xu Maogong spoke concisely.

Yang Zhao hummed, the death of these three people was justified, and he had another guess in his heart at this time.

Twice in a row, people escaped. Perhaps, this was not Cui Xianjie's strength.

It's that inexplicable force of history.

The more he does, the stronger this power will be. In a short period of time, he has already made up his mind.

Both Li Shimin and Cui Jin hated themselves deeply.

They all escaped.

Perhaps, this time, Mo Daojun and Jin Yiwei still won't gain anything.

It's not something they can resist.

Enemies are never human.

"Order to go on, saying that the man has been found by the garrison army, and the imperial army can retreat."

Yang Zhao glanced at the time, and it was already close to Maoshi.

……

Inside the Cui Mansion.

In the middle hall, the steward brought the news that the imperial guards in the city were retreating, making everyone secretly relieved.

At the same time, he looked at Cui Xianjie with suspicion.

Cui Jin's arrest means that Cui Xianjie's action failed, and everyone is tacitly aware of his affairs.

With the soles of his feet, he could imagine that Cui Jin's disappearance must be Cui Xianjie's masterpiece.

I just don't understand why it's necessary.

And almost ruined a good thing.

In their minds, he is the only one who can be the future patriarch.

Cui Xianjie's ability has never let them down.

In the past few years as the governor, they have made a lot of money.

Most of the hearts of the people turned towards Cui County.

"Is this your plan?"

Cui Rende looked at his son pointedly and asked.

In his opinion, it was undoubtedly a pediatric trick.

Do more.

Cui Xianjie didn't explain, and stood there as if nothing had happened, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

"Mao's time is coming, take someone to the prison and rescue your brother."