In the imperial study, there was only Emperor Xian of Han and the old eunuch Afu.

"Are you leaving?"

"Go back to the emperor, you're all gone."

"Oh... Afghan, how many years have you been with me?"

"Back to the emperor, I entered the palace at the age of thirteen. I started serving you the next year. It has been fifty years since then." Afu replied respectfully.

Emperor Xian of Han said "Oh", turned around, looked at Afu in confusion, and said, "Fifty years? Then you are already sixty-three years old?"

"Back to the emperor, I am sixty-three this year." Afu bent down respectfully and said.

"So you are older than me." Emperor Xian of Han said in a little surprised: "Why haven't I known it all the time?"

"Your Majesty, you are busy with all your time and work hard on state affairs. Of course, you won't remember these minor trivial matters."

"Well..." Emperor Xian of Han nodded softly and said, "Africa, you served me for many years, but in the end you still have to go with me. You will not have a good end. Do you blame me?"

Afu took a step back and knelt down slowly. Because he was old and his body was no longer as flexible as before, this easy move twenty years ago seemed a little overwhelmed.

"I am favored by the emperor. I have been a little companion to be a eunuch to the current imperial palace manager. I am already satisfied and have no regrets anymore." Afu replied respectfully.

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Emperor Xian of Han's mouth, and he stood up from the dragon throne. He looked up and slowly glanced at it, with too much reluctance in his eyes. Finally, he gritted his teeth and burst out a few words from his mouth: "Afri, prepare for fire."

Afu was stunned and looked up in a daze.

Emperor Xian of Han sighed to the sky, and his eyes burst into deep hatred: "The foundation of our ancestors can be left to anyone, but not to the Huns."

Cheng Xuanfeng took a step forward gently and slowly.

However, everyone had this illusion that his step seemed to have crossed several feet away and came directly to Liu Zhengqi.

Xiang Ming shouted loudly: "Everyone below the second grade, please step back."

When fighting against such a top master, unless you gather a huge number of people in the army. Otherwise, the more people, the more chaos the scene will be, and will tie your hands and feet.

Sometimes, one plus one may not be greater than two.

Liu Zhengqi was surrounded by professional soldiers with extremely rich combat experience. When they heard the order, they immediately dispersed. Almost at the same time, Fang Lingde, Liu Zhengzhong and the guard leader Liu Hualiang, three first-class masters, moved closer to His Royal Highness the Prince at the same time.

Cheng Xuanfeng's eyes showed a hint of admiration, and he admired this young general who was second only to Xu Haifeng in the Han army in terms of reputation and martial arts.

Under such circumstances, there are not many people who know this truth, but this is the only one who can make such a decision and take action in an instant.

Cheng Xuanfeng stretched out his palm and slapped Liu Zhengqi's chest from afar. This palm floated unsteadily, as slow as it was, but it was fast, making people unable to defend themselves.

Liu Zhengzhong's face was solemn, and his tall body moved over and blocked Liu Zhengqi's face. He sat down on his horse, circulated his entire body's skills and made a strong blow.

A disdainful smile flashed across Cheng Xuanfeng's mouth, and he took his palm back as if nothing had happened, then waved his sleeves forward.

Liu Zhengzhong's face changed drastically. He slammed the empty place with all his strength, and the front was empty without any force. He felt that the blood in his chest was surging, and he was indescribably sad. At this moment, a powerful force came as a chest attack, which made him not have time to react at all.

Fortunately, there are two other first-class masters around him at this time.

Fang Lingde and Liu Hualiang almost showed their hands at the same time and blocked the sleeve.

Their faces flushed at the same time. Cheng Xuanfeng's casual blow actually contained an extremely powerful and soft internal force. The continuous follow-up power made it difficult for them to resist.

With just one move, these three first-rate masters temporarily lost the power to take action again.

Such magical skills are the true strength of the Grandmaster level.

Xiang Ming grabbed Liu Zhengqi's back collar and pulled him back, immediately pulled him up flat and flew towards Xu Haifeng.

He exhaled and shouted: "Second brother, go."

The sword in the sword in the hand of the Sword in the Sword Ming burst into nine beautiful and dazzling, and the gentle sword flowers as gentle as water vaguely blocked Cheng Xuanfeng's path forward.

Gong Gong Gao Chengwei followed closely, with his fists as fierce as the wind and as sharp as the sword.

Cheng Xuanfeng nodded slightly and said, "You have such skills so young, even though I was just like this."

He said, his body kept walking directly into the wind of swords and fists dancing by the storm of the storm and Gao Chengwei.

However, no matter how fast the sword light sounded in the direction and how powerful Gao Chengwei's fist style was, he was always a little short of it, and he could never hurt this old man who was better than wandering in the garden.

Shi Ming took three steps in a row, and it was already a waste of skills. Cheng Xuanfeng stretched out his finger and flew the sword in his hand into the air.

Gao Chengwei gave up his life with one punch, but Cheng Xuanfeng didn't even look at it. With a wave of his sleeve, he immediately shook him back three steps.

Cheng Xuanfeng ignored the two first-class masters who were staggering back, but once again reached out to capture Liu Zhengqi who was standing beside him.

Seeing that his palm was about to grab Liu Zhengqi's bra, a long sword that was dull and without a sharp edge was crossed along the way.

Cheng Xuanfeng's face did not change his expression, his palm flipped slightly, and he immediately dodged the sword. However, the sword followed him like a shadow, chasing him reluctantly.

"Oh..." Cheng Xuanfeng sighed lightly, and the palm that had barely touched Liu Zhengqi's shoulders was reluctantly taken back.

But the master took action, how could he make a comeback without success? The small bag on Liu Zhengqi's shoulder was taken down like a sheep.

Liu Zhengqi's face changed drastically. He touched his back and shouted: "Yu Seal."

Cheng Xuanfeng smiled slightly and said, "Do you have passed the imperial seal? I really don't have time to go there."

Liu Zhengqi's eyes looked at him were filled with anger. If he hadn't known that the difference was too far, he would have come forward to fight with his life long ago.

Xu Haifeng lowered the sword in his hand, bowed and said, "I have something to ask for help from me, I would like to ask for my kindness."

"Please speak with a friend." Cheng Xuanfeng said with a pleasant face.

"I would like to ask for permission from you. You must not hurt Your Highness the Crown Prince before you die tonight." Xu Haifeng said in a deep voice.

Cheng Xuanfeng looked at him unexpectedly, yelled, shook his head, and said, "What if I don't agree?"

Xu Haifeng showed a confident smile and said, "If seniors don't agree, then juniors will immediately withdraw and leave. Seniors, I am sure that I can keep me in this chaos."

Cheng Xuanfeng raised his head and looked at the sky. After a moment, he stretched out a palm and said, "Only 50%.

The smile on Xu Haifeng's face gradually subsided, replaced by a wisp of solemn and murderous aura: "If the senior cannot leave his life, then the junior escapes from the sky and immediately returns to Wolong City, and ignites the troops and heads up the city to the south. The point of the army is the Cheng family in Jiangnan."

Cheng Xuanfeng raised his eyebrows lightly, and murderous aura appeared in his eyes.

Xu Haifeng looked at him calmly, not afraid.

In the courtyard, there was a silence and silence as death.

In front of Beisheng Gate of the Imperial Palace, Li Bohu's silver spear sprinkled with stars, as if the fierce and vicious spirit snakes were ruthlessly sucking the throats of the Huns.

The Li family's shooting technique is the most difficult to guard against when the gun is locked. This is the Li family's throat gun passed down from Li Bohu in all dynasties.

Within one or two feet, it became the forbidden place for the death of the Huns. From beginning to end, no one could cross the line.

A comforting smile appeared on Liu Junshujun's face. He was exhausted and shaky, and finally lost his support and fell into a coma.

However, a wide and thick palm held his arm in due time.

The Han general who had tried his best did not let him fall on the cold ground.

"General, Guan Ying is here."

"General, I'm here too."

"General, I'm here too..."

"General, we are all here..."

The voices of three hundred men resounded throughout the world at this moment.

One by one, they jumped out from behind Li Guanying. They were the only remaining more than 300 brave men in the Canglang Legion, which was once defeated by the Huns' Iron Cavalry and was named a defeated general.

Their appearance suffocated the attacks of the Huns, and an extremely rare momentary pause appeared on the battlefield.

Li Bohu looked excited. He took back his silver spear and looked at these fearless faces, and his heart was in agitation.

He looked at Liu Junshu, who was already unconscious, and suddenly shouted: "Guan Ying..."

"In..." Li Guanying replied loudly.

"Send General Liu back to the palace and find the emperor and Shangshu Fang."

Lee Guanying was stunned and shook her head and said, "No, General, I want to follow you."

Li Bohu's eyes burst out with anger and shouted sternly: "General Liu is a pillar of the Liu family. You must not be destroyed here, go quickly."

Seeing that Li Guanying was still hesitating, he shouted loudly and said, "If you still recognize me as a general, then go quickly."

Li Guanying's eyes were filled with tears, his lips twitched, and finally choked and said, "Yes..."

He carried Liu Junshu on his back, turned around and left quickly, until he was a hundred steps away, the two clear tears quietly slid down.

Li Bohu looked at his back as he was leaving, and a hint of relief flashed through his face, but when he turned around, his face was filled with solemnity.

His eyes were deep, staring at the Huns who rushed over again, and shouting loudly: "Brothers, Li Bohu cannot repay you. Eighteen years later, we will be brothers again and kill..."

"Kill..." Three hundred men shouted loudly with all their might.

They kill themselves and achieve righteousness.

When the spirit transcends the body, they can create miracles.

Two hours, two full hours.

These three hundred men, with their strong will,

The Great Han Dynasty,

In front of the Beisheng Gate of the Imperial Palace,

They formed an indestructible body with their scarred and broken bodies.

The Great Wall of Flesh and Blood of the Han people.
Chapter completed!