The main road from the west gate of Yanjing City to the imperial city is called Xihe Avenue. There are houses on both sides. In the past, people on the avenue are like water, but they are also very lively. There are rows of tall sycamore trees on both sides of the road, which makes this avenue full of vitality.

The heavy rain was pouring, and there was no trace of people on the road. The heavy rain hit Bluestone Avenue and made a crisp sound. The people who were nestling in the house and dared not go out looked out through the cracks of the door and windows, and saw a team of strange cavalry slowly following Xihe Avenue towards the imperial city. What surprised people the most was that among the pair of cavalry, there was a large flatbed cart pulled by a horse, and there was a large black coffin on it.

The group of cavalry were all black armored, but each of them had white cloth strips tied on their helmets and white cloaks. They all rode tall horses, held extremely huge shields, and also held long spears, big swords on their waists, and bows and arrows on their backs. The autumn rain hit the black armor, exuding a cold and cold atmosphere.

There are not many people in this team, and it looks like there are only a hundred people, but that momentum is making people feel cold in their hearts.

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Han Mo held the blood copper stick in his hand and rode on Jueying's horse. He raised his head and looked at the towering imperial city under the rain curtain ahead, with a expressionless face.

Han Mo knew very well that Han Xuandao must have known that he had arrived today. The city was silent, and the street was nowhere to be seen, which further showed that Han Xuandao was ready.

Three thousand iron cavalry came to Beijing with him. Han Mo was just a last resort. One thousand five hundred iron cavalry was supporting outside the city, and more than one thousand armored cavalry were guarding the west gate, ready to retreat.

That was a last resort.

When Han Mo entered the city, he never thought about failure, and he would not think about retreating to the West Gate.

His eyes were very calm and he looked at the towering imperial city.

Xihe Avenue seems to be smooth all the way, and it seems that you can reach the imperial city quickly by speeding up, but Han Mo knew that if it was really that easy, it would not be Han Xuandao's style.

The sound of horse hooves, and in the heavy rain, a large number of soldiers and generals came towards us, and a large area of ​​blackness gathered on Xihe Avenue, eroding towards this side.

Eight horses immediately rushed forward behind Han Mo, and huge shields rose up to form a bronze wall.

Han Mo looked at the black torrent pouring in, smiled indifferently, turned to look at Yan Xueji beside him, and smiled, "This road will be a piece of blood, you will accompany me to that palace!"

Yan Xueji smiled charmingly and said, "If I don't have any worries about my life, I won't take action... I will take you away again until you can't beat me..." She looked very charming: "If you look at you defeated by others, it would be an interesting thing!"

Han Mo smiled and said, "I'm afraid you may not be able to see it!"

On the road, there were a group of more than twenty archers in front, followed by more than ten cavalrymen. Look at the armor and outfits, they were all senior generals in the Imperial Guard. Behind the cavalry, there were black Imperial Guard infantry, with spears in hand, and the ice rain and iron armor were mixed together, full of solemnity.

After Han Mo smiled, he looked at the army that was approaching quickly, with a expressionless face, just staring at the imperial general in the middle of the army. The armor that was different from others showed the identity of the man.

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Han Congding is not a direct child of the Korean clan, and is only a concubine among the sidelines. Before he was twenty-five, he was unknown and this name has never been known.

He was even discriminated against in his clan for a time, just because he had an eye disease when he was young, and since then he could no longer see anything with his left eye. The nickname "One-eyed Ding" has accompanied him for many years and has been mocked and ridiculed by many people.

Few people know that this person has an unyielding heart in his bones. He has practiced hard since childhood. Although he does not have a strong mentor, he has put in several times the efforts of others, which makes his martial arts foundation extremely solid.

He is very low-key, but Han Xuandao, who has always been paying attention to his own clan's children, paid attention to such a person. When Han Congding was twenty-five years old, he summoned him to Yanjing City and then allowed him to join the wolf armor camp to join the army.

He has never been a mountain or a water, but he has won the championship many times in the military's skills. Even such a one-eyed man is quite famous in the Wolf Armor Camp. After countless storms, this one-eyed man who was once ridiculed and ridiculed, under Han Xuandao and his own efforts, has become the guardian of the Wolf Armor Camp now, and even the military power of the Wolf Armor Camp is completely in his hands.

There is no doubt that in his heart, Han Xuandao is his benefactor. A man died for his confidant. No matter how others think of Han Xuandao, Han Congding felt that his life should be dedicated to Han Xuandao and was completely obedient to this benefactor who promoted him step by step.

The distance between the two sides was only fifteen steps away, and they both stopped.

The rain kept falling, and the atmosphere was not harmonious. On the same street, both sides were filled with a strong murderous intent.

Han Congding looked at the extremely calm coffin. He naturally knew that the person in front of him was the fifth young master of his clan, but he even understood from Han Xuandao that this person had become a thief of the treason and rebel clan.

Although he is an old friend, he has no old feelings.

The rain hit the armor of these elite warriors of Yan Kingdom, making a crackling sound and hitting their solemn faces, but it could not arouse any emotional change.

Han Congding slowly raised his hand and pointed the long knife at Han Mo. His voice was a little hoarse, but it changed the sound of the heavy rain very loudly and rang on the street.

"The treacherous thief Han Mo, kill him!" Han Congding's hand was calm and powerful, and he swung his sword suddenly: "Kill!"

After the word "kill", the archers in the front row shot out arrows, but were blocked by the giant shield in vain. The Imperial Guard behind the cavalry drew their swords in unison, and the sword light instantly shone the rainy sky like a waterfall.

The powerful royal soldiers rushed over with a roar. In their eyes, a few cavalry were really vulnerable.

Han Mo's mouth raised slightly, and he had already held the blood copper stick tightly. When the Imperial Guard rushed over, a cold voice had already sounded among the hundreds of cavalry: "I met the god and killed the god, and I met the Buddha and killed the Buddha, one way... to the imperial city!"

"Swoosh swish swish"!

After cutting through the dense rain curtain, the giant shield cavalry held the giant shield in one hand, but at some point they had already grasped a bamboo tube that looked very ordinary in the other hand. The arrows shot out by the bamboo tube were fast and fast, and extremely accurate.

"Puff puff puff!"

The sound of arrows piercing into the skin was straightforward. The Imperial Guards who rushed in front of him did not even hum, and they fell into the rain one by one. Several more corpses appeared on the Bluestone Avenue in an instant.

When the first round of wind crossbow shot out the arrow, Han Mo had already urged his horse to move forward. Jueying horse neighed, and the soldiers in front immediately made a gap. Han Mo's people and the horse seemed to be united, like a lightning bolt in the rain, passing through the hundreds of horses in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed forward alone.

Han Congding's pupils contracted slightly.

Jueying horse was as fast as lightning, but Han Mo's movements were extremely simple, swinging his stick, hitting out, reversing, falling, flowing, but also sweeping away mountains and rivers. In the blink of an eye, several imperial guards standing in front of Han Mo had been killed by the blood copper stick.

Han Congding even discovered that when Han Mo made a move to kill the enemy, his cold eyes were only staring at him, while Jueying Horse was unhindered. When its owner cleared the obstacles in front of it, it rushed towards Han Congding as fast as possible.

Han Congding has felt humiliation countless times since he was young, but he has almost never felt fear.

But now, he felt a chill that spread throughout his body in a moment.

Although Han Mo's martial arts cultivation was far beyond his imagination and surprised him, what made him feel even more chill was Han Mo's attitude when he killed someone. His every move was light and he was talking about it. Human life was like a mustard of grass.

He was born in the Korean tribe and knew Han Mo's temperament. Han Mo has always given people the feeling that he is a gentle person. It is even said that it is difficult to feel a killing spirit from Han Mo.

Han Congding had also met Han Mo several times, and his impression of Han Mo had always been at the level of the playboy. Although Han Mo made great contributions after entering the capital and did countless major things that surprised him, it was difficult for Han Congding to associate Han Mo with death.

But now he felt the aura of death emanating from Han Mo.

Han Mo's calmness when he killed someone, the calmness and indifference were a bit evil.

I am a maggot, and I am a vicious spirit of fish!

Han Mo's move seemed very slow, but it was very effective. Wherever he passed, people kept falling down, and blood reflected the rain curtain red. The blood spurted out from the Imperial Guard's body mixed with the rain, splashing on the bluestone Avenue, and people kept dying. In the rain, there were constant exclamations, screams, and muffled groans.

The fifth young master of the Han family rode a horse and waved a copper stick. On this road in the rain, it was like a symphony of death by the performer. While walking in the garden, blood splattered five feet.

Just like a god of death who is bored from hell and comes to the world, in an extremely calm way and the most terrifying way, is coldly harvesting the humble life on earth.

Han Mo people and horses rushed over, piles of dead bodies, and there were only blood on his armor, but no weapon of the Imperial Guard could touch his body.

Han Congding didn't have time to think too much, nor did he have much time to taste the fear of death brought by Lord Xiao Han, because in a blink of an eye, Lord Xiao Han had already arrived in front of him, and the blood copper stick that seemed to be cursed by the gods and demons of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths was poking towards his chest in a calm and simple way.

Han Congding had already understood from Han Mo's killing technique that the fifth young master's stick technique seemed simple, but the way of enlightenment of all things was simplified. When a person's very ordinary and simple moves could burst out with powerful lethality, he had already entered a realm.

Han Congding secretly practiced martial arts with great experience, and also knew that the highest level of martial arts cultivation was "meaning".

No matter how powerful the world is, there are traces to follow, but the martial arts that enter the artistic conception are no longer traceable. The martial arts displayed in the artistic conception martial arts seem to be flawed everywhere, but they are not flaws.

So Han Congding seemed to have at least thirty ways to crack the seemingly ordinary stick, but at this moment he felt a deeper sense of fear.

Because when this stick came, what he saw was not only this simple stick, but the variables after this stick.

"Intention" means to follow the intention. Han Congding has thirty methods to crack this move, but Han Mo's move has at least twenty-five variations. With Han Congding's martial arts cultivation, he can see through eleven of them, but he is very clear in his heart that Han Mo's variations have far more than eleven.

Although he could use any of thirty methods to crack it, when Han Mo showed variations, Han Congding could only have the ability to deal with eleven variations of the other party.

Han Mo was able to make this move, which means that he had already made a judgment on Han Congding's martial arts cultivation. The variation could not be any of the eleven moves that Han Congding could crack.
Chapter completed!