The Eight Kings are proof of the clear evidence, and Long Qianxie is secretly a tiger. He wants to ascend the throne legitimately and get a good reputation as a filial son to save the emperor. As for the emperor's life, I'm afraid he has never cared about it, right?

His mind is actually the most terrifying!

Na Wuhe hated him so much that his bones felt pain. He was bloody and conspiring to force the palace, but in the end he was making wedding dresses for Na Wufeng!

This is not what he hates the most. What he hates the most is that after the killing, the one who actually stood was Qi Yang, who had always been hostage!

The last knife was actually him stabbed! The situation was completely out of control, and the people who were ambushing him layer by layer were about to be destroyed. Na Wuhe was unwilling to accept it. Looking at the smoke of gunpowder, the surging murderous aura rolled in his eyes. He drew his sword and shouted: "Kill me, kill the Eight Kings, I will be the marquis and ministers to him, and kill Na Wufeng, I will be the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has been the one who has

The prince will establish his national commander and kill him!"

This is his last chance. As long as he kills these two people, he will still be the winner. The Kowloon throne is his. It will be useless if the Emperor comes!

The head of the clan of the aristocratic family, the imperial guards in the palace, and even the soldiers and generals, heard the sounds that they could not even dream of, and they all became excited, their morale was greatly boosted, and even the sound of fighting suddenly became high and loud.

But they never thought that this was a dream that would never be completed?

In the palace, the emperor who was spitting black blood, his whole body twitched violently. He was already poisonous and fire, but now it was even more deadly.

He fell to the ground, his eyes swept over the soldiers who suppressed the internal prison slaves. With just one look, he had seen the greed of those people, and was eager to rush out, kill the Eight Kings, and kill Na Wufeng.

They want to become Hou and Cheng Prime Minister, and they want a bright future...

OK, it's so good!

This is his king, minister and descendants. Now he bit him back like this, killing his family to make him bloody and thunderous.

He suddenly got up, and the emperor pulled out the sword from the soldier's waist, roared, and rushed out of the palace: "Disappointed, I will defeat you with my own hands today!"

His body was shaking violently and running forward in the dark. He could no longer see anything else in his sight, only a faint bright yellow light was left. That was the prince, and that was the prince who opposed him!

Kill him and quell the rebel thief.

However, the sword had not yet reached its locked target, and a crisp sound of landing sounded, the sword shattered and blood dripped...

The emperor cried out in pain, and saw several guards pulling the man up and down, and a cold voice sounded cruelly in his ears: "Father, do you think you are the king of a country who called the wind, rain, and sprinkled beans to form soldiers?"

The sword in Namohe's hand was still stuck in the emperor's heart. He pulled up his lips cruelly and ruthlessly, pulled out the sword viciously, and was about to rely on the bloody blood after killing his father to fight Namofeng to fight to the death.

Another long sword, at this moment, quietly penetrated himself and him, and what followed was a cold voice far from him: "The rebels and rebels, murder their father and king, and their crimes should be punished!"

Blood flowed down his vest, and Namohe looked ahead, from top to bottom, and finally, his eyes met the emperor who was dying in the pool of blood.

At that moment, the same thing seemed to appear in each other's eyes.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, the Crown Prince..." The soldiers and guards on both sides kept shouting, but as if no matter how loud the sound was, Na Wuhe could not hear it at this moment. He just looked straight at the ground lying, and was also looking at his father.

If they lose, they all lose!

If I had known today, I would have regretted it and fought over and over again, what else did he leave behind?

God cannot forgive, the infamous and crimes that have been infamous for thousands of years...

The dull eyes were filled with confusion and sadness, and more importantly, the long-awaited dream had not yet disappeared after it was broken.

But no matter how turbulent all this is, it has blocked his life path, and all that is left is so sadness and silence...

Listening silently with the constant sound of killing behind him, and looking silently at the moment when the emperor closed his eyes, a tear shed silently!

"Your Highness, the rebels in the Prince's uterus have been wiped out..."

"Your Highness, all the rebels were captured, no one is worse..."

"Your Highness, the Emperor... has passed away..."

"Father... has passed away!" Na Wuhe was wearing a black palace robe, his face under the half-eagle mask was pale, and the long sword he held also trembled slightly in his ignorance. The person who was penetrated in the sword was already shaking, staining his whole body with blood.

"Emperor's brother..." The Eight King's voice came from behind, heart-wrenching and tears were scattered. He kicked Nan Wuhe away. When Ren Jian pulled it out, he splashed his blood all over his body and rushed to the emperor and shouted: "Emperor's brother, emperor's brother..."

"Uncle Eight, my father has passed away!" Nan Wufeng looked down at the sword ticking in his hand. Suddenly, he fell into deep thoughts.

The sound of swords and swords tore the starry sky on the moonlit night, and the fighting roars were like haze covering the entire palace. Until a long time later, the sound gradually disappeared in his ears...

Behind him are the soldiers' shouts of victory.

In front of him, the Eight Kings shouted majestic and solemnly: "The former emperor has passed away, and the ninth prince Na Wufeng rescued the thief. He is both virtuous and talented, and is actually a pillar of our country. I have the orthodox status of serving the king. I hereby announce it today that from now on, the Nine Emperors will succeed to the throne, long live my emperor!"

Listening to the last voice, Na Wufeng closed his eyes deeply. He leaned slightly, endured the bloody storm and came to his face, listened to the kneeling sounds of the ministers in his ears, and fought with the sounds of his king's cry...

"You..." On the ground, Namohe stretched out a hand, as if he wanted to grab something. He looked at the person who was high above in front of him with a dim look, his pale lips squirmed gently: "You... hook, collude..."

"Puff..." Finally, he couldn't say it. With all the resentment and sorrow, Namohe completely isolated this era full of killing and calculating.

The ninth prince colluded with the Dark Night Palace, plotted internally and externally to seize the position of crown prince. What a deep rebellion plan. Unfortunately, no one knows!

Qi Yang, who is in a corner of the crowd, only one person is thinking about.

Miss Third, it’s amazing!

The rebel was dead and the rebellion was quelled. While the Eight Kings were heartbroken, they were full of comfort. At least, there was a stronger descendant to inherit the Southern Qi Kingdom. He looked at the people inside and outside the palace and ordered: "If you don't want to resist the ministers, you won't forgive me. I will tell the world that all the Wumen will be killed in three days, and the three tribes will be punished!"
Chapter completed!