It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 417

The gate of the palace was breached, and the next face was the glorious palace and the elite fish and dragon guards.

The rebel army and the Yulongwei collided head-on.

Feather arrows, crossbow machines, catapults, trains... The Righteous Religion took out the momentum of siege and attacked this so-called empire's strongest army. Feather arrows penetrated the throat, the trebuchet smashed the head into pieces, and the burning train rushed into the crowd, causing bursts of screams.

Humans are powerful creatures and can create powerful weapons, but they are so fragile that they are vulnerable to weapons.

However, this is not the most terrifying, the most terrifying is still people.

Lin Shaoyu wore a black robe and black armor, and sat a shiny black warhorse. Of course, since the killing has gone on, he has already had too much blood on his body. Those who have enemies also have their own. The black cloak appeared an eerie purple in the sunlight.

With an iron spear, he was invincible wherever he went, and he took the elite of his men to the main hall of the palace. Like a sharp spear, it broke through the dense crowd, and the flag fluttered behind him, with the righteous words in the head.

People and horses rushed into the Golden Temple, and Yulong Weiwu rushed forward.

Lin Chong fended off the enemy with his spear and said, "Boss, you do something, and I will stop them."

The horse's hoof stepped on the gold brick and made a dabbling sound, which at the moment sounded extremely heavy. With the sound of hooves, Lin Shaoyu rode into the Golden Temple, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone down, casting his shadow on the ground and lengthening it fiercely.

Emperor Ming sat on the dragon chair, raised his head, and stared at Lin Shaoyu. At the same time, Lin Shaoyu's eyes were also looking at him, and their eyes collided in the air.

One old and one young.

One is dying, the other is like a new life.

The hall is so empty, but the waves caused by the collision of eyes can no longer be tolerated in a trance.

"Rebel, court death!"

Liu Aji cursed loudly, and his body was ejected like a sword from the string. When the whisk in his hand blew through the air, it made a sharp rustling sound, much like the sound of a sword blowing across ice.

The main hall is very empty, there is a long distance from the dragon chair to the main entrance of the Golden Hall, but Liu Aji's old and frail body is as strong as a white ape at this moment. If Bai Yuanfei was here, he would be stunned. This old eunuch's light-weight skills definitely did not weaken him.

You thought he was a eunuch, but he was actually a warrior, a very strong warrior.

Liu Aji has excellent skills, and he is one of the few masters in the inner palace, and even in the entire empire. He is on the side of the emperor, but his kung fu comes from the rivers and lakes.

Fighting in the arena and fighting on the battlefield are two different things. On the battlefield, it is important to open up and close, and use heavy weapons to smash the enemy's head. However, on the rivers and lakes, they pay attention to punching and lying on the cow, and the outcome is between square inches.

Although different, they are all the same. Also pay attention to speed, power and instant response.

Lin Shaoyu rode on his horse and waved his iron spear lightly. The long spear forced Liu Aji to be unable to get close, and kept him out of his spear.

The wave-breaking seven-stacked guns themselves belong to the Huajian Road. They use complicated marksmanship to lure the enemy into the depths and kill them in one move.

Liu Aji played very hard, he showed his full strength, and even performed beyond the level. But there was still no way to break through Lin Shaoyu's gun encirclement. At the same time, Lin Shaoyu shot at random, but he had to do his best to avoid it.

Before deciding to do it, Liu Aji was not completely out of luck. Based on the intelligence analysis he obtained, Lin Shaoyu had been out of clothes for many days from the beginning of the battle to the present, and the continuous high-intensity battle was a huge drain on anyone's physical strength. Even if you can't defeat the opponent for a while, you can slowly lengthen the battle time, and you can always find an opportunity to kill him.

However, up to now, Liu Aji has not noticed that Lin Shaoyu shows any signs of fatigue. He is like a burning coal that will never go out unless he burns himself to ashes.

Breaking the waves seven stacks of guns, seven stacks of guns, strength stacks strength, like layers of waves shot towards Liu Aji, exactly what he said, a wave is more than a wave.

Liu Aji showed a coquettish walking position, retreating again and again until there was no way to retreat, and then he was not as wavey as Lin Shaoyu, and a shot was pierced by Lin Shaoyu's shoulder.

Emperor Ming sat on the dragon chair, high above, like a sleeping dragon, squinting his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

When Lin Shaoyu attacked and decided to kill Liu Aji, a spear suddenly came and forced Lin Shaoyu back.

A flash of surprise flashed in Lin Shaoyu's eyes, he raised his head, and found that the gun was thrown from Emperor Ming's hand.

Emperor Ming has already stood up at this moment, and the dragon robe on his body is showing his teeth and claws, as if he is about to break through the wall.

Looking at Lin Shaoyu, he could vaguely see the shadow of his father Lin Wentian. At that time, Lin Wentian was still young, and Emperor Ming was also a teenager. The two of them were dressed in fresh clothes and angry, sometimes drinking and revelling, sometimes leading dogs to lead the cang, and breaking through the prosperity of Chang'an.

Of course, this is all in the past. The former Chang'an youth was now the honorable man of the Ninety-five Years, and he was an old man, while Lin Wentian was executed on the street by Emperor Ming personally.

Naturally, Emperor Ming would not regret it, but there was no one who could talk all night long, and after all, he felt a little lonely.

There are talented people in the country. The former Chang'an youth has become a white-haired thief, and the old will always be replaced by the younger.

Lin Shaoyu immediately stabbed the gun, already much better than Lin Wentian back then. What made Emperor Ming sigh was that he did not have a son who could stand up and block Lin Shaoyu's gun.

It's always kind of sad.

Lin Shaoyu seemed to understand Emperor Ming's mood at the moment, picked up the gun on the ground, and handed it back to Emperor Ming. Emperor Ming caught it with his hands, crossed the Longshu desk, and stood on the golden jade steps.

"Your Majesty!" Liu Aji lost his voice.

Emperor Ming shook his head, raised his spear, and pointed at Lin Shaoyu from a distance.

"You come!"

This is the battle between the new king and the old king. The winner's prize is the empire's 90,000 miles of land, and a eunuch has no qualifications to intervene.

Lin Shaoyu maintained enough respect for Emperor Ming, he jumped up from the horse, rushed forward, provoked fiercely when approaching Emperor Ming, and stabbed his spear at Emperor Ming.

Like a warrior who wants to pierce the blazing sun.

Emperor Ming also jumped up, the two guns met in the air, making a heavy collision, and then each retreated, like beasts thrown into the Colosseum, circling each other in circles, looking for the enemy's flaws.

Lin Shaoyu misunderstood Emperor Ming.

This dying old man showed unimaginable physical strength and bravery, and roared his last roar against the sky like a dying beast.

Chang'an not only has Lin's guns, but also Li's guns.

Li Jiapanlong gun.

Time has passed so long that no one can remember what happened. The Li family was not born a royal family, and their country was also conquered inch by inch.

The founding king of Dawu, known as the Wuzun in the world, relied on an iron gun to clean up the mountains and rivers.

He used the marksmanship back then, which the Ming Emperor used at this moment.

Li Family Panlong Gun, also known as Panlong Ba Shi Gun.