The once majestic imperial city was once again in chaos. There were soldiers from Nanchuan holding torches holding bright swords and guns everywhere, and palace maids and guards running away with big bags of small bags on their faces. The defeated Zhenxi Army soldiers also took the opportunity to make trouble and began to steal gold, silver and treasures from the imperial city. Many palaces were ignited in the chaos. The raging fires illuminated the sky. The shouts of killing in the imperial city in the dark resounded throughout the sky. The Nanchuan soldiers were fighting with the Zhenxi Army, who were fighting stubbornly. The bodies were lying on the ground in a row, and the white marble ground was stained with blood.

"There is...Flying Dragon Palace..." The guards who were almost carried by the Nanchuan soldiers led Lin Chuan and the others to a magnificent hall, pointing to the brightly lit hall and saying tremblingly that he was already scared, afraid that these soldiers like wolves and tigers would kill him.

"Take it down--" Lin Chuan is certainly not the kind of person who kills innocent people indiscriminately, and before entering the imperial city, he issued military orders to kill only those who resist. No one is allowed to kill those surrendered soldiers and those who have nothing to do in the imperial city.

Since its establishment, the Nanchuan Army established strict military disciplines, so Lin Chuan's orders were completely implemented. Although there were many treasures in the imperial city and the beautiful palace maids made these soldiers drool, when they thought of the indifferent and ruthless military discipline soldiers, they immediately suppressed the greed in their hearts. Violating military orders would beheaded.

However, these Nanchuan soldiers were not worried that they would get nothing at that time, because the Nanchuan soldiers' military pay was very high, and they would receive a reward after each combat mission was completed, so they did not risk beheading and did things that violated military orders.

The emperor's residence was originally in Yinglong Hall, but Yinglong Hall was burned to snow when the princes were fighting. Now it is under renovation. The sixth prince Long Qing now lives in Feilong Hall. When Lin Chuan and his friends were guiding the guards they caught to the front of Feilong Hall, about a hundred sword-holding guards were guarding here.

Facing the Nanchuan soldiers holding the torch, although the guards looked flustered and their eyes showed fear, they stood on the steps without any intention of retreating.

"Put down your weapons and spare you all the time--" Li Qiye shouted to the guards standing on the steps.

"Bah!" The leader of the guard spitted on the ground: "We are not greedy and afraid of death. If we want to enter the Feilong Hall, unless we step on our bodies!"

Seeing these guards being stubborn, Lei Shao cursed angrily: "Why are you all elm-headed? Now we have taken down the entire Wangjing City. You are just a mantis arm and are looking for death, and it is not yours to find a way."

"Hmph, it's useless to say more. Let's come over. I want to see how capable your rebels are." With a clanging sound, the chief guard pulled out the long sword around his waist.

With the sound of swords and swords colliding, more than a hundred guards drew out their battle swords or long swords. They looked resolute and prepared to fight Lin Chuan and the others to the death and guard the Feilong Palace to the death.

Although Lin Chuan admired the courage of these guards, he was eager to catch the sixth prince Long Qing, and was too lazy to talk nonsense with these guards. He waved his hand: "Kill them!"

"Kill--" The impatient soldiers who had been waiting for a long time roared and rushed towards the guards along the steps paved with white marble.

These guards have a high status, and they belong to the personal bodyguard. Each one has a strong ability to fight alone, but they have not been fought by the battle formation after all. When they were about to use their most beautiful moves to teach these soldiers, before they could perform them, four or five swords had already cut him into meat paste. The Nanchuan soldiers have rich fighting experience, and each move is tempered by thousands of tempers on the battlefield. They are absolutely practical and fierce, and are often the most physical and fatal killing methods that save one sword. Therefore, when the two sides contacted, half of these seemingly powerful guards were killed in just one encounter. Although the rest were lucky enough to die, they also burst into a cold sweat.

While desperately resisting the attack of the Nanchuan soldiers like wolves and tigers, they were shocked and shocked by these opponents who suddenly appeared as strong as theirs. They always thought they were top-notch, but when faced with these fierce soldiers, they were killed and retreated step by step. They couldn't even think of how these powerful people came out.

The Nanchuan soldiers naturally would not talk nonsense to them. At the command of the commander, they just attacked forward until the last enemy fell. Facing the Nanchuan soldiers who were coming like a tide, the guards felt that their pressure increased sharply, and people were constantly killed, and then rolled down the bloody ladder.

"Kill--" The chief guard was very strong. He had killed three Nanchuan soldiers with a long sword, making him look extremely brave.

"Damn it," Seeing the guard's chief killing three people in a row, Lei cursed angrily and strode towards the guard's chief with a war hammer.

The chief guard also saw the thunderstorm. The tower-like body of the thunderstorm was too conspicuous among the crowd. It would be impossible not to see it. Facing the murderous thunderstorm, the chief guard did not dare to neglect it. He held his sword and stabbed the thunderstorm, trying to force the thunderstorm down the steps, but the unexpected thunderstorm did not retreat, but instead turned forward.

The guard sneered at the corner of his mouth, and the sword stabbed the thunderstorm's chest with a thunderstorm's speed. As the sword and armor made a sizzling sound, a series of sparks were drawn. The thunderstorm's heavy armor only had a scratch.

"Die!" Thunderstorm had full confidence in his protection, otherwise he would not have risked his sword forward. The sword did not break through the thunderstorm's armor, but as the thunderstorm roared, the hammer in his hand had already roared and smashed out.

"Ah!" Facing the howling war hammer, the chief guard exclaimed, trying to retreat, but the steps became wet due to blood. His body fell down involuntarily. With a touch, the thunderstorm war hammer hit the chief guard's chest. A blood arrow spurted out from the chief guard's mouth, and his chest had collapsed.

When Leisho saw that he did not hit the head of the guard, but hit his chest, he made a hammer with dissatisfaction. The guard's chest suddenly turned into a blood hole, and he could not die any more.

Facing the fierce and fighting warriors of Nanchuan, in less than five minutes, all the more than 100 guards turned into corpses on the stairs. Although they were brave, they chose the wrong opponent. Lin Chuan has never been kind to the enemy.

The Nanchuan soldiers trampled on the corpses and blood and rushed into the magnificent palace. The palace maids and concubines hiding in the palace screamed in horror. Facing these soldiers holding blood-dropping battle knives and vicious warriors, the entire hall was filled with panic and screaming. Fortunately, the soldiers had strict military discipline and did not make excessive actions against these women. Of course, occasional frivolity is inevitable.
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