Chengdong, Yao Residence.
When Qin Guan swept Divine Sense, Zhou Qi had already sensed it.
Needless to say, Golden Core Second Layer's initial strength is invincible.
Qin Guan has entered the city.
He made such a big fuss.
First, he gave himself a benefit so that he would not take action again.
After that, Qingzhou and Feng Province were captured overnight, and Huangfu Song was lured out.
Then send Qin Hao to attack Nanan Gate and take away the royal family's trump card Prince Jing.
Now, in the entire Imperial City, only the Emperor Xianwu and another trump card are left.
The purpose of Qin Guan has become clear.
But Zhou Qi still didn't move, saying that he didn't want to help, he just didn't help.
This Qin Guan can be considered sincere, and he cannot commit the crime of saving the emperor regardless of his conscience.
West of the city.
Six people rode fast on horseback, the speed was extremely fast, and the horses' hooves were like thunder.
Time is running out, we must break into Imperial City as soon as possible.
Although Nanan Gate's war attracted many troops, during the martial law period, Yongjing still had many soldiers patrolling the streets.
Turning around a street, a group of patrol soldiers appeared in front.
There were more than ten people, armed with spears and horizontal knives on their waists. The leading captain had a serious look on his face, but he didn't have time to speak after he noticed a few people.
Qin Guan's Divine Sense swept across like an invisible giant hammer.
The captain's expression suddenly froze on his face, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his whole figure seemed to be held down by an invisible giant hand. His legs went weak and he collapsed directly on the ground.
The soldiers behind him were weak, some had bleeding from their mouths and noses, some rolled their eyes and fainted, and their spears fell to the ground with a "clang, dang, rang".
Qin Guan didn't take a second look.
Six riders passed by them, their horses' hooves stepping on the bluestone and throwing up a cloud of dust.
Imperial City is in sight.
Heaven-Bearing Gate It is five feet high and three feet wide. It is made entirely of copper and iron, and the door leaf is densely engraved with runes.
The spiritual light of City-Protecting Grand Formation circulates in the night, like a thin layer of water curtain, covering the entire Imperial City inside.
The light was very faint but solid. If a monk below Foundation Establishment hit it, he would be ejected on the spot.
Qin Guan reined in the horse and turned over.
He stood in front of Heaven-Bearing Gate and looked up.
The moonlight shines on his face, which is sharp-edged and expressionless.
The five people behind him dismounted at the same time. The old man in gray robe drew out the long sword from his waist, and the hands of four worshipers in black pressed the handle of the sword.
Qin Guan raised his hand.
The five of them paused for a moment and did not move.
Qin Guan pulled out the sword from his waist.
The blade of the sword is as black as ink, without any decoration, and even the sword grid is made of bare black iron pieces.
The blade of the sword does not reflect light under the moonlight, but instead seems to absorb all the light.
Po Jun Sword.
Qin Guan holds the sword and takes a deep breath.
Half-Step Golden Core Realm's Spiritual Power is like a flood that bursts into the sword body.
Army-Breaker Sword made a low buzz, like a sleeping beast being awakened.
He raised his sword.
Cut it out with one sword.
Baizhang Sword Qi appeared out of the sky, carrying the force of wind and thunder, and directly bombarded Heaven-Bearing Gate.
"Boom--!!!"
A loud noise shook the sky, and the spiritual light exploded. The runes on Heaven-Bearing Gate flashed crazily, and City-Protecting Grand Formation trembled violently, like a piece of water that was hit by a stone, with ripples scattered in all directions.
Several cracks appeared on the door leaf, and copper shavings flew everywhere.
Qin Guan did not stop.
The second sword followed closely.
This sword was faster and heavier. All the power of the Half-Step Golden Core Realm was concentrated on one line. Wherever Sword Qi passed, the air was torn apart and a harsh scream was emitted.
"Boom--!!!"
Then comes the third sword.
The fourth sword.
Heaven-Bearing Gate's guards had no time to react. Qin Guan's attack this time was just a sharp knife to cut through the mess.
City-Protecting Grand Formation's spiritual stones were not replaced in time, and were directly consumed by the Four Swords Spiritual Qi.
After the last sword strike.
Heaven-Bearing Gate exploded.
Two copper doors weighing tens of thousands of kilograms were torn apart like paper, with broken copper and iron flying dozens of feet away.
Smoke and dust rose into the sky, covering half of the sky.
The light of Nation-Protecting Grand Formation dimmed, like a lamp that was blown out.
Qin Guan sheathed his sword, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked in the direction where the smoke and dust dispersed.
The night view of Imperial City unfolds before our eyes. Tai Chi Hall in the distance is brightly lit, and the glazed tiles on the roof of the palace glow golden under the moonlight.
He stepped across the broken threshold and walked into Imperial City.
The five people behind him followed silently.
Tai Chi Hall.
The hall was brightly lit with candles and incense was lingering.
Emperor Xianwu is sitting on the dragon throne, with a memorial spread out in front of him. Several ministers are standing at the bottom, bowing and reporting something.
He was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, the corners of which hung on the edge of the dragon chair, motionless.
"...Nanan Gate there, Prince Jing defeated Qin Hao, but Qin Hao has been fighting..." Ministry of War's voice echoed in the empty hall.
Emperor Xianwu's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest.
Suddenly, his hand stopped.
His head suddenly raised, his gaze penetrated the roof of the hall and looked in the direction of the north gate of Imperial City.
The laziness in those eyes was gone, replaced by a hint of shock, which then turned into anger, and a kind of violence that was provoked to the extreme.
"Crack!"
The tea cup in his hand fell to the ground, tea splashed everywhere, and broken porcelain splashed on Ministry of War's boots.
The ministers were startled and all looked up. When they saw Emperor Xianwu's ashen face, they suddenly fell silent.
"How dare you come to Imperial City!"
Emperor Xianwu stood up from the table and slapped his palm on the armrest of the dragon chair, causing the whole dragon chair to shake.
Half-Step Golden Core Realm's momentum exploded, like a mountain collapsing and a strong wind blowing back.
All the candles in the hall were extinguished in an instant, leaving only the moonlight shining through the door.
Several ministers were staggered back by this momentum, and some of them sat down on the ground, their faces turned pale.
Several ministers were of average strength and did not realize that Imperial City had been breached.
Emperor Xianwu didn't look at them.
He strode down Danbi, his dragon robe carrying the wind, and the floor tiles buzzed with every step he took.
He walked to the back of the hall and opened a dusty iron door.
Behind the iron gate is a dark room, only about ten feet square.
Two swords hang on the wall.
The one on the left has a scabbard inlaid with gold and jade, extremely luxurious - Son of Heaven Sword, a symbol of imperial power, but it is only a symbol and cannot be used to kill people.
The one on the right has a dark scabbard with no decoration, only an ancient seal engraved on the sword grid - "Tai'a Sword".
Emperor Xianwu reached out and held Tai'e Sword.
The moment the sword was unsheathed, a dragon roar echoed throughout the Tai Chi Hall.
The sound didn't sound like metal friction, but like some ancient creature waking up.
The blade of the sword was sharp, reflecting Emperor Xianwu's face full of murderous intent.
Dragon Qi boiled out of his body, forming a layer of pale golden halo around him.
Half-Step Golden Core Realm's pressure was released without reservation. The entire Tai Chi Hall was trembling slightly, and the beams and columns made creaking sounds, as if they were about to collapse at any time.
Emperor Xianwu raised his sword, strode out of the back of the hall, passed through the hall, and stepped out of the threshold of the Tai Chi Hall.
The ministers were left looking frightened and looking at each other.
In the square in front of the temple, the moonlight is like water.
He stood under the eaves, his eyes like knives, looking in the direction of the Imperial City gate.
It was far away from here, and even the sound could not reach here, but Emperor Xianwu stood in the square in front of the temple, with bright eyes and could see clearly.
For a monk at the Half-Step Golden Core Realm level, his five senses have already been strengthened several times.
There, the smoke and dust are dissipating.
Qin Guan walked into Imperial City with five people behind him.
The Imperial Guards who were not buried alive by the rubble at the city gate could not withstand a confrontation. Even Qin Guan did not take action. Only the four black-clothed worshipers were able to deal with everyone.
However, Imperial City's imperial army is still receiving continuous reinforcements.
But it's useless, Qin Guan has entered Imperial City.
Emperor Xianwu stood in the square in front of the temple, and Qin Guan stood at the broken Tai Chi Gate entrance.
The two looked at each other in the air, and a chilling atmosphere filled the air.