Dianxia Qingcheng

The horse galloped under the moonlight, swept across the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, and stopped under the steps of the palace.

Pei Zheng got off his horse, and casually pulled out a sword from the corpse next to him, and held it in his hand. The blood on it was thick and sticky, and dripped down the sword to the ground.

The lights in the palace were brightly lit, as bright as day, the door of the palace was wide open, and there was no one inside.

Pei Zheng walked up the steps step by step, with blood running down the top, stepping on the soles of the black gold boots, there were blood red footprints step by step.

Standing outside the gate of the palace, it was not that there was no one in the hall, but all the ministers fell on the ground in a mess, bleeding and breathless.

There was a person sitting above the main seat, condescendingly looking down at the four directions, and when he saw the people outside the palace gate, he suddenly smiled.

"Master Pei, why did you come here, tsk tsk tsk, it's a pity that I didn't see the last side of your colleagues."

Amul made a regretful expression and shook his head again and again.

"Where's the person?" Pei Zheng uttered two words coldly, his brows and eyes as sharp as knives.

Amul was puzzled, "Who is it? There are so many people lying here, why don't Master Pei look for it?"

A flash of sword light suddenly hit Amul, and he dodged to dodge, the golden carved dragon chair trembled violently twice.

"It's just a joke, why should Mr. Pei be so angry?"

Amul clapped his hands, and there was a commotion from the steps outside the palace gate.

"The person you're looking for is out there."

Pei Zheng turned around with his sword in hand.

On the huge open space in front of the palace, there was a pile of firewood placed in a circle, and the person tied to the wooden pillars in the circle was none other than the new emperor Qi Changfeng.

Qi Changfeng's hair was disheveled, and the dragon robe on his body was cut several times, all of which were bleeding. He was tied to a high ignition platform, facing the night wind, looking at Pei Zheng, Then shook his head.

Pei Zheng seemed to turn a blind eye.

He glanced around at the end of his eyes, the open space was full of barbarian soldiers, all in black armor, all weapons in their hands were aimed at him without exception.

The sword in his hand just turned slightly, and many barbarian soldiers rushed up from all directions, directly surrounding him firmly.

Pei Zheng squeezed the hilt of the sword and inhaled gently, all the internal forces in his body were mobilized together, forming a non-negligible low air pressure around him.

The wind came from nowhere, lingering around Pei Zheng's side, and a strong sense of oppressive mountain rain spread from the black robe.

There are thousands of troops on the opposite side, but there are only _people_zhao on the other side.

"what--!"

I don't know which soldier roared first, and then stepped forward with a knife.

Pei Zheng didn't even blink, the sword rose into the air and stabbed backwards, directly piercing the soldier's throat.

He stretched out his hands, concentrated his strength, and lifted upwards. The dozens of cold swords that had been inserted in disorder on the corpse suddenly flew up together and hung in the air, shining coldly under the moonlight.

Not only the many barbarian soldiers were surprised, but even Amul stared at Pei Zheng's back and remained silent.

As the barbarian soldiers attacked together, those swords seemed to have souls, and they moved rapidly through the night, piercing through the bodies of several people, and then pulled them out violently, letting the blood splash everywhere.

A small encirclement circle was formed around dozens of swords, and they were fighting fiercely.

Pei Zheng also held one in his hand, and the sword flower sharply and precisely cut through the throats of every soldier.

An angry killing intent emanated from his body, as if he could tear all the people and things that approached to pieces. He spared no effort to use all the internal force in his body, regardless of the consequences, regardless of whether the internal force would hurt himself or not.

It was as if a rain of blood had been sprinkled outside the palace, drenching the steps of the jade slab.

Pei Zheng fought from outside the palace gate to the bottom of the steps, and then into the depths of the enemy's formation.

Gradually, his eyes turned blood-red, and all the tidy hair crowns were scattered, like a Rakshasa from hell, flaunting evil spirits and murderous aura.

Suddenly, a stabbing pain came from the back shoulder, where a long bloody gash was drawn.

Pei Zheng paused for a moment, turned his head to look at the little soldier who had cut himself, and slashed across his face with the sword in his hand.

Afterwards, more and more wounds appeared on his body, but with each additional wound, his eyes would become scarlet and darker, and his murderous madness would intensify even further.

It seems that they have returned to the former dark guard camp, killing people, bleeding, and waving swords endlessly. Only by killing everyone on the opposite side can they survive.

The difference is that there was no one else behind Pei Zheng back then, only a dilapidated version of himself.

But now, he has a lot of people on his shoulders.

From the caravan who died protecting him and the little man in the desert, to the soldiers guarding the twelve border cities, from a whole foreign tribe drowned in blood, to Anli City, which was engulfed by fire, from Zhao Litang, Shen Huan, the little archer who blocked his arrows tonight, and the officials who are now lying in the palace

At this moment, he put the lives of all the people on his body. The weight made him almost unable to breathe. He could only keep killing, killing, killing.

I don't know how long it lasted, but finally everything calmed down.

Pei Zheng stood directly under the ignition platform, and the swords had already fallen, and they were covered with uneven scratches.

Outside the entire palace, there are all corpses, piled up like a mountain, and blood flows like a river.

The elite troops of the entire barbarian tribe all died under Pei Zheng's sword.

Amul was still standing on the palace, he never gave the order to light the fire, perhaps, he didn't intend to give this order at all.After the cronies at the side hurriedly came to say something to him, Amul took a deep look at the huge palace, and followed his cronies straight out of the palace.

Outside the palace, for some unknown reason, all the barbarian soldiers suddenly began to retreat. Unlike their mighty invasion, when they retreated, they stepped on a group of corpses quietly, and then exited the city door to go.

Pei Zheng stepped forward, lifted the sword and cut the rope that bound Qi Changfeng, and Qi Changfeng fell limply. He was not killed, but was knocked unconscious by the barbarian soldiers, and he was not yet awake. Just come here.

Pei Zheng slowly closed his eyes, and wanted to get off the ignition platform, but suddenly he couldn't stand firmly and almost fell down.

Suddenly, he felt the pain coming from his chest, and he looked down against the bleak moonlight. Unexpectedly, there was a blood hole in his chest, and it was still bleeding out non-stop.

It seems that the blood has been flowing since just now, because the entire left half of his robe has been completely soaked in blood.

Pei Zheng smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled. He could feel that all the internal energy in his body had been dissipated, and his energy was being sucked away little by little.

In the imperial palace illuminated by the bright moonlight, he was alone at the moment, and there was an empty numb silence.

Finally, all dead

Finally, kill them all

Finally, he was the only one left in the whole city

Suddenly, Pei Zheng's breath became hot, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The spring made of blood on his chest seemed to be about to run out.

If the blood is really gone, it means he is going to die.

In the past, Pei Zheng was not afraid of death, he was not afraid of anything, that's why he lived so recklessly.

But now, he doesn't want to die, he is not willing to die.

His eyes gradually became blurred, Pei Zheng looked at the palace gate in the distance, and felt that there seemed to be a bright light running towards him at the palace gate.

That light is getting closer, getting closer

No, I can't hold on anymore, I don't even have the strength to stand up

There was a "bang", the sound of the sword falling to the ground, and then Pei Zheng's body also knelt forward.

At the same time, the group of light finally came to him, threw himself into his arms, embraced his leaning forward body, and slowly knelt down along with him.

The head seemed to be resting on something soft and warm, and there was a faint sweet smell.

There was a violently trembling call in my ear.

"Brother Pei"

Oh, it wasn't a light, it was his little man riding towards him.

But, didn't you send him out of town?How did you come back again?

"Brother Pei, don't sleep, okay? Open your eyes and see if I'm okay"

Trembling with a begging voice, Qi Changyi tried his best to support Pei Zheng's body, preventing him from falling on the cold ground, but why did the breathing buried in his neck become weaker and weaker.

"heart"

"Brother Pei, please stop talking, you are bleeding, a lot of blood, let me wipe it clean for you first, okay?"

Qi Changyi's eyes were red, and he frantically used his small hands to block the bloody hole in Pei Zheng's chest. He didn't cry or shed tears, because he knew that Brother Pei didn't want to see him cry.

However, the blood couldn't be stopped. Except for the chest, there were other places where it was bleeding, shoulders, waist, arms, and backs of hands.

"I'll wipe it clean for you, just, just fine."

The tears in Qi Changyi's eyes piled up more and more, like a flood breaking a bank, falling into his robe drop by drop.

Pei Zheng took a deep breath, slowly raised his hand, and blocked the little man's eyes, he said softly, "My dear, don't be afraid and don't look at it."

Don't look at it"

The pair of eyes under the palm of the hand closed obediently, but the tears still kept pouring out from the sockets.

"Is your hand dirty? I'll wipe it off for you."

Pei Zheng held the little hand attached to his chest, and wiped the blood on it with the back of his hand, but there was even more blood on the back of his hand, which couldn't be wiped off no matter what.

Qi Changyi couldn't help crying, and hugged Pei Zheng hard, trembling uncontrollably.

He had a feeling that he was about to lose Brother Pei.