Plunder the heavens and worlds

Chapter 87
beating drums
The first army was assembled, and the [-] army was ready to go under the leadership of Huang Yaoshi.

Soon the second army also assembled neatly, also a camp of 5 people, commanded by Ouyang Feng.

Looking at the densely packed soldiers under the high platform, Long Xuan couldn't help but feel proud and wanted to say something.

"Brothers, don't get drunk tonight, don't go home, have fun."

"Okay, Lord Tiandi said it in seconds."

Under Long Xuan's opening, the hundred thousand soldiers were like howling wild wolves, they were so excited that they almost worshiped Long Xuan.

After all, this is the legendary Sword Immortal, who has lived countless ages, and his face is still young.

Thousands of households in Xiangyang were lit up that night, and countless people were praying for the expedition army, hoping that they would return safely.

On the second day, the army of all the way set off, led by two powerful men of the fifth level.

As for the third army, Long Xuan brought only a few people, such as Old Man Hong, Yideng, and Yang Kang.

As for Qiu Qianren, he left him, and together with Mei Chaofeng defended Xiangyang City, the base camp, to avoid accidents.

He didn't dare to take the old naughty boy, otherwise, it would not be a rebellion, but a trick to himself.

"Everyone, look at my methods."

As he said that, Long Xuan casually pointed at the Ganjiang Excalibur on his waist, and it quickly turned into a giant sword reaching the sky, which was hundreds of meters long.

"Is this the Excalibur General of the Warring States Period?"

Huang Yaoshi is proficient in the Qimen Dunjia, so he naturally recognized the legendary god, the divine sword that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Regarding Huang Yaoshi's conjecture, Long Xuan nodded slightly, and then signaled everyone to stand still, he wanted to control the flying sword to fly.

"I can stand on the flying sword of the big devil like you, my old beggar really can't believe it."

Speaking of which, Hong Qigong sighed with regret on his face, there was no way that the two of them were still opponents who yelled to fight and kill a few days ago.

Starting from Xiangyang, it is not far from Lin'an, and after a while, the kings of the Southern Song Dynasty arrived.

This is a world-class big city with a population of more than one million people, especially the business is extremely prosperous.

The pedestrians inside were bustling, almost non-stop, with no end in sight, and a little less domineering.

"Let's go down and head straight to the palace, and kill the Southern Song Emperor's son."

Long Xuan looked at the faint openings of the crowd, and then controlled the flying sword to fly downwards, landing among the crowd.

"Look, that's a flying sword. Could it be that the legendary sword fairy is here?"

"I heard that it is the rebel from Xiangyang City. It is said that he has lived for hundreds of years, and he is a veritable old monster."

"Keep your voice down, it will kill you if this guy hears it."

Pedestrians on the road were stunned, seeing the huge flying sword, they were so frightened that they forgot to run away.

"This Emperor of Heaven, today is to destroy the Song Dynasty."

Long Xuan doesn't know how to say polite words, such as saying that his energy is exhausted. Those magicians love to deceive people like this.

"Everyone, run quickly, the rebels are coming."

Hearing Long Xuan's words, passers-by's first thought was to run for their lives. They were greedy for life and afraid of death, but they didn't dare to resist in the slightest.

"Traitor... No, I know where Senior Long's palace is?"

Hong Qigong was used to calling Long Xuan a traitor, but he couldn't get used to it for a while, and just now he made a slip of the tongue again.

Hong Qigong became the leading party and led the crowd to the Southern Song Palace. It seemed that he was wholeheartedly planning to help Long Xuan.

The Southern Song Dynasty was indeed the most wealthy era in ancient China. The imperial palace was truly magnificent and shining with infinite light.

The imperial palace in front of us borrowed the gardening technique from the south of the Yangtze River, and added the style of the northern palace.

The combination of the two makes this tall and mighty palace even more resplendent, like stars in the universe.

"Presumptuous, you are not allowed to break into the forbidden area of ​​the palace, and you will be shot to kill."

The imperial guard of the palace held a sharp sword, and he stopped Long Xuan and his party.

This made Long Xuan feel it was funny, and Mantis was overwhelmed by his own abilities.

"I said your Southern Song Dynasty is about to perish."

As if talking to himself, Long Xuan slapped the guard away just now, as easily as swat a fly.

"Qi Gong seems to be very familiar with this palace, it's not the first time he's here!"

Huang Yaoshi narrowed his eyes and smiled, jokingly.

"That's right, the imperial food in this palace is really delicious, my old beggar's mouth is itching until I'm so greedy."

When he mentioned delicious food, Hong Qigong's eyes glowed green, like a hungry wild wolf, eager to pounce on it.

"An assassin is coming, come and catch the assassin."

"Catch assassins..."

Long Xuan's actions were too bright, he slapped him directly from the gate of the palace, and was discovered by someone.

Countless imperial guards shouted to catch the assassin, and a large number of guards gathered, trying to turn the palace upside down.

"Here we are, this is the golden palace where the emperor went to court."

The road led by Hong Qigong was very accurate. They stood in one of the most glorious halls, which was full of officials.

Most of the ministers inside are fat-headed and big-eared, with a flattering look on their faces, which makes people vomit.

"What's the matter with you guys, you're tired of your life."

A minister pointed to Long Xuan and the others. He thought it was a clown invited by the palace to perform acrobatics.

"I'm here to kill people and destroy the country."

As he said that, Long Xuan smiled slightly, raised his hand casually, pointed at the guy in front of him, and his head shattered instantly.

Blood flew all over the golden hall, and the officials in the hall were frightened for an instant, and most of them sat on the ground.

There was an emperor above the golden palace, and the emperor was also frightened and lying on the ground, trembling, he didn't look like a king of a country.

"Come on, come on, take down the assassin in front of me."

Some ministers panicked, kept shouting anxiously, and wanted to run away with oil on the soles of their feet.

"Kill me, I'm afraid God can't do it."

Long Xuan chuckled and raised his hand to point to the sky. What he called God was the way of heaven in this world.

"Crack..."

Immediately afterwards, Long Xuan pointed another finger, the sword energy of the Six Meridians Excalibur soared to the sky, and the guy in front of him was smashed to pieces again, blood gushing wildly.

"I beg you, don't kill me..."

The emperor on the dragon head throne was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe, and wanted to kneel on the ground and beg Long Xuan for mercy.

"Ding, warning..."

When the emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty wanted to kneel down, a huge white dragon rushed out, which was a phantom formed by luck.

The incorporeal white dragon in front of him has decayed and is crumbling, and even his body has been mutilated a lot.

"This is the fate of a country, and it is indeed extraordinary."

Ordinary people can't feel it, only those who are above innate can feel the coercion, which makes people breathless.

And this luck will not attack people below the innate, to put it bluntly, it only targets Long Xuan in this world.

"You don't need to kneel, the Southern Song Dynasty has decayed, and it's time to perish."

When the Southern Song Emperor was about to fall to his knees, Long Xuan supported him with internal force, and he stood still.

"I beg you, please don't kill me, okay?"

Although he couldn't kneel down, his face was weak, like Long Xuan kept begging for mercy, and he didn't have the air of an emperor at all.

"Bold assassin, die!"

In a blink of an eye, tens of thousands of elites had gathered outside the Golden Palace. They were all imperial guards, and their combat effectiveness was not bad.

Strong crossbows, bows and arrows, and armored warriors were ready to surround Longxuan, apparently intending to kill him.

(End of this chapter)