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All this happened too suddenly!

Just like a rolling thunder hidden in the dark clouds above his head, even the saints in the realm of God could not predict when the next thunder and lightning would appear in the palace.

So everyone, including Yan Nanfei and General Huo Wudi, was not prepared!

No one would have thought that Yin Liu had the courage to kill the eldest son of the Emperor of the Great Yan Empire! And in full view of everyone, in the eyes of the ninth prince of the Great Yan Empire and General Huo Wudi, he stabbed the sword into Yan Beichuan's body with his own hands.

Among them.

Because in everyone's eyes, this is a reckless act of seeking death! Killing the eldest son of the Emperor of the Great Yan Empire is an act of not forgiveness of ten deaths!

General Huo Wudi could not have imagined.

Yan Nanfei could not have imagined.

His ten-son comrades-in-law did not expect Yin Liu to take this step and take the path of death and no life in the end.

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Yan Beichuan, the eldest son of the Great Yan Empire, was stabbed by Yin Liuyi's sword. The sword stabbed very deeply and directly penetrated Yan Beichuan's body.

Yan Beichuan's face was full of fear, and there was a strong pain in the fear.

The pain came from the sword scar wound.

The sword scars were invaded with extremely violent heat and burning sensation.

The moment Yan Beichuan was caught in the sword, he felt that his internal organs were burned by the fire in an instant. He curled up in the pain of burning the wound and fell down.

His extremely painful eyes were still looking at Yin Liu's cold face hidden in his broad robe.

Large pieces of water droplets gradually emerged on the bluestone floor.

Yan Beichuan fell under the heavy rain, and there was a lost letter beside his body.

Yin Liu walked forward and bent down to pick up the letter.

He had just stood up straight, and there was a sound of breaking the door around the palace city.

The gate of the deep palace where the heavy rain locked the deep palace was suddenly knocked open.

Nanxuan Gate was knocked open, Beiwu Gate was knocked open, Bailou Gate behind Yan Nanfei and Changle Gate behind Huo Wudi were knocked open one after another.

In everyone's panic, the imperial guards wearing black black armor, and the imperial guards in the palace city of the Great Yan Empire rushed from the four gates of the palace city like a torrent of tide.

The rainstorm is getting tighter and tighter.

The dark clouds in the sky became lower and lower.

Innumerable imperial guards braved the heavy rain and arranged a flexibly along the palace walls, siegeing the two sides confronting in the deep palace one after another!

Several figures wearing heavy armor came out of Nanxuan Gate. They were the commander of the imperial guards of the Dayan Empire's palace city!

Behind those imperial guards were civil and military officials in the dynasty of the Great Yan Empire!

Behind the civil and military ministers were the eight princes of the Great Yan Empire!

In short, at this moment, everyone appears in the four palaces where the heavy rain locks the deep palace.

So in the silent and silent palaces, countless astonishing eyes fell on Yin Liu, who was wearing a black robe holding a long sword and a letter.

This time Yin Liu had no illusion.

All eyes, including Yan Nanfei and Shizi's comrade-in-law, fell on him.

But this time he didn't feel any burning or dullness.

I don’t know if it was the heavy rain that had washed away his depression without realizing it or because everything happened, he had seen his ending. In short, he is very calm now!

His heart was very calm!

He did not look at his senior brother Yan, his comrades, the numerous imperial guards around him, nor the civil and military ministers and princes.

His eyes fell on the letter in his hand.

He opened the letter.

There was a piece of white paper in the letter, and the white paper was empty!

Yin Liu's heart trembled: This turned out to be a piece of white paper! An empty piece of white paper!

He suddenly realized!

It turns out that this so-called evidence, the so-called Yan Nanfei's handwritten letter, was actually Yan Beichuan's desperate bet!

Wanyan Wushuang did not write any letters to Yan Beichuan at all, nor did she mention any letters. Everything was Yan Beichuan's bet on Yan Nanfei to raise an army to punish him!

He was trapped!

...

Yin Liu just stayed there. Looking at the blank letter in his hand and the letter wet by the rain, Yin Liu stood there as if he was stupid.

A gust of wind and rain hit his face, and the letter in his hand flew down.

Yan Nanfei also saw the letter.

Even through the heavy rain curtains, Yan Nanfei still saw the letter, which was empty and had no word.

Yan Nanfei's mood instantly fell to the trough! Then he continued to fall from the trough to the abyss!

He looked at Yan Beichuan's curled body lying in the rain and clenched his fists secretly!

...

The silence in the deep palace cannot last long.

Faced with the culprit of a villain who killed the eldest son of the Emperor of the Great Yan Empire, no one in this palace, whether it was the imperial guards or civil and military officials, whether it was General Huo Wudi or the princes with vague positions, he did not give in.

The reason why this silence continues.

Because the murderer will pay his life! Those who kill the eldest son of the Emperor of the Great Yan Empire will even be torn into pieces!

At this moment, the old minister of the government, Sima Wenyuan, angrily shouted at the imperial guards' commander Yin Liu to rectify the Dharma on the spot! To sacrifice to the spirit of the eldest son of the imperial emperor!

With a call, the imperial guards moved!

The imperial guards around him, which were as heavy as iron barrels, began to gradually gather with Yin Liu as the center!

Of course, Yin Liu was unwilling to surrender! He almost forgot how things had evolved to this situation! He raised the sword in his hand and pointed at the heavy Xuan armored imperial guards!

Seeing this, the ten comrades and classmates from Yan Nanfei rode their horses to come!

They would not watch their comrades-in-law being crushed by the heavy imperial guards! So eight black shadows rode around Yin Liu on horseback, and they protected Yin Liu in the middle!

Several imperial guards beside Sima Wenyuan jumped up and landed in front of the eight horses that protected Yin Liu in the middle.

The ten-sen comrades showed their weapons one after another! They didn't give in!

The momentum of the imperial guards rose sharply!

Yin Liu looked at the figures of his comrades with his eyes, and pearls flashed in his eyes!

"What are you waiting for? Kill them all on the spot!"

Sima Wenyuan was furious. The eldest son of the emperor of the Great Yan Empire was actually killed in the hands of an ordinary young man. He taught him how to explain to the emperor Yan Bailou? He just wanted to kill Yin Liu on the spot! Then he killed his door.

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The old ministers of the auxiliary government shouted angrily, and several imperial guards slowly retreated into the imperial guards' ranks. The numerous imperial guards gathered up all bows and arrows, and countless arrows appeared in the rainy palace.

When these arrows are out of the stern, no matter whether the besieged person is at the Miaodao Realm or the Crazy Realm, whether it is Yin Liu himself or his ten-sen comrades, they will definitely be one

The end! The end of the end of becoming a target!

Perhaps in the deep palace where the heavy rain locked the deep palace, everyone was thinking about avenging the eldest son of the imperial emperor. Everyone was looking forward to countless arrow feathers falling down and inserting into the hearts of the evil men who were allied by Yin Liu and him.

But after all, there was one person who didn't want to see this scene.

The man was silent for a long time.

After taking out the empty blank paper from Yan Beichuan, he was silent for a long time.

Now he is finally no longer silent!

"Enough!" Yan Nanfei and his angry shout echoed in the palace city.

(PS: If you think this book is pretty good, I hope it can support the genuine version of Zongheng, and I am grateful.)