A big sword fell from the air, and with a powerful aura that was moving forward, it slashed towards the carriage.

This sword is very heavy, unlike other flying swords, but its fate is the same as all flying swords approaching this carriage. The closer it gets to the carriage, the slower it will be. It is finally forced to stop in the air and tremble constantly. The true energy of the original owner of the sword, which belonged to the trembling sword, was then controlled by the power of the Demon Sect in the carriage, and suddenly flew backwards.

It no longer followed the sword path when it was originally coming, but turned into a terrifying geese and directly slashed into the tide-like crowd, causing a wave of blood.

The owner of the big sword, a burly young man with thick eyebrows, had his head first separated from his body, and the hot blood rushed into the air like a fountain.

In the carriage filled with strange gray energy, the Demon Sect shook his head.

This is his third time in the last half hour.

He was very tired.

Even if this constant death can bring him more vitality to the martial arts he practices, killing these practitioners and ordinary soldiers who are not on the same level as him and who are not at the same level as those of him and who are not even able to resist his power is no different from farmers harvesting millet in the farmland.

The same work for a long time, exhausted and boring.

Moreover, the energy that was constantly absorbed flowed into his body, and then turned into the true energy that he could control and flowed out of his body like flowing water. This continuous exchange made him feel that his body had become a transparent sieve.

In his life, after becoming a practitioner, even when the cultivation level of the Guangming Holy Sect is low, he rarely does boring things, but he has no choice at this time.

"If I can kill the Northern Wei emperor and survive, then I should kill you, the fish that escaped the net first."

He felt very tired and inexplicably thought of Lin Yi.

During the Battle of Zhongli, he wanted to kill Lin Yi, but was blocked by the people from the South Heavenly Courtyard.

In his opinion, Lin Yi was a fish that missed the net.

But now, his feelings for Lin Yi are naturally different.

He vaguely felt that Lin Yi's threat to him was even more than Chen Ziyun, who had fought with him in Jiankang.

But no matter how tired you are, no matter how you feel, you still have to kill at this time.

He has no choice.

...

The last ray of rays of rays in the sky disappeared, and the earth was swallowed by the night again.

The sound of horse hooves, the trembling sound of armor, the harsh shouts and the tragic cry were still intertwined, and the impact was still continuous, without a trace of space in the middle, and the soldiers and practitioners who were going to die did not give the Demon Sect any chance to rest.

I don’t know how long it took, but these sounds became smaller and smaller, and gradually became very regular, simple sounds of two horses’ hooves and the sound of wheels rolling on the ground.

The Demon Sect in the carriage leaned against the back wall of the carriage, and his long-term concentration made him so tired that he didn't even want to make any moves with his fingers.

His clothes were also wet with sweat. His flesh and bone marrow was like there were countless imprints left by the energy he had swallowed, like countless ants swimming.

He felt very uncomfortable.

But in the world outside the carriage, all those who watch the carriage go on will not think of this.

More than a dozen young sword masters lay on the ground and watched the carriage continue to move towards Luoyang from afar.

When the carriage passed through the thick fog in the night and finally disappeared from their sight, the dozen young sword masters finally couldn't help but burst into tears.

These young people are all practitioners of Changzhi Mountain Sect.

In a sense, they can now be regarded as survivors of Changzhi Mountain Sect.

After Xi Che said that, the vast majority of them did not leave, and joined the battle group silently. A few people followed Xi Che's words, but some of them couldn't help but turn back.

These people are the group of people who did not return in the end.

They could not imagine that the carriage was walking along the official road, and everyone died.

...

"Even 50,000 Huaizhou troops could not stop him... The 50,000 Huaizhou troops were killed, and there was also Changzhi Mountain Sect..."

"He just came all the way openly. He was going to enter Luoyang. What exactly did he want to do?"

On the majestic city walls, more than ten cultivators from Wuyisi gathered in front of General Wei Changgong with a heavy expression. Wei Changgong looked at the official road in the night with a blue face. In the endless blackness, even if the carriage was moving at full speed, it would have to at least reach the long night and reach it at sunrise. He could not see the carriage through this long night, but in the darkness, he only felt that the carriage was like a monster that could pounce from the darkness at any time, and would appear in front of him at any time.

Even at the most unfavorable stage of the Northern Wei and Southern Dynasties Wars, standing on the walls of this big city, he never lost confidence and never felt unsafe.

Even if a hundred thousand Southern Dynasties suddenly appeared under the city, he could rely on this city to block them all.

This heroic city had occupied a very important position in the territory of the Northern Wei Dynasty when the Northern Wei Dynasty decided to move its capital to Luoyang. It was an indestructible giant shield for any enemy from the south.

However, what is coming now is not an army, but only one person.

The 50,000 Huaizhou army and the practitioners in the practice areas along the way rushed forward, but they did not even do the carriage that damaged the man.

...

In the palace in Luoyang, candles are rarely lit in the main hall.

More Wuyisi cultivators and generals gathered in front of the hall.

In the hall, the Northern Wei emperor was wearing a cloak, not a dragon robe, but a soft armor that faintly shines green.

There were several old ministers in front of him. These old ministers usually held important positions. In fact, they did not hear the summons of the emperor tonight, but after hearing the urgent military information that was constantly conveying, they had a vague premonition of anxiety in their hearts and came to the palace on their own.

Just like the night when he finally decided to move the capital to Luoyang for many years, the Northern Wei emperor did not listen to any of their suggestions, nor even spoke to them.

The emperor looked at the ministers who were loyal to him and said nothing. When all the flames that jumped in these people's eyes were extinguished, he was sure that the passion of these ministers would no longer turn into various fierce words of opposition, and he spoke calmly.

"He should want to come to Luoyang. I don't know what he wants to do, but according to what he does now, he should be killing all the way back to Luoyang. If he can succeed, he will kill here and kill me?"

He shook his head and said, "As for what he wants to do after killing me, I am too lazy to think about it, because I was dead at that time and everything has nothing to do with me anymore. But as long as I am still alive, I will be the emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Even if I want to burn all the jades and stones, I cannot wait like this. I will not wait for death here."

Speaking of this, the Northern Wei emperor smiled slightly.

"He fought against the country with one person, so I fought with him with all the strength of the whole country. The people in Shangqiu refused to retreat, so we went to Shangqiu. He did not need to come to Luoyang, and the Northern Wei and his wars could determine the outcome."

Many people guessed what he thought before, but when he really smiled so hard, none of the officials and generals who were lying in the hall opposed it, and even the thought of opposition seemed to disappear.

They were just worried about the emperor's life and death.

But since many years ago, they understood that the emperor was not a weak and useless hypocritical person. This talented and wise emperor has always had the blood of a wolf.

If you want to sacrifice.

He would not sacrifice himself.

If you want to fight, you will smash all the power of the dynasty.

As for the Northern Wei Dynasty after this battle, he had already made a decision tonight.

If he can survive, he will win, and he will naturally turn back and clean up.
Chapter completed!