The dim light illuminated the side room of Hanguang Palace for the first time. A dim light seeped out from the palace lantern on the table, making the entire room seem a little gloomy. It was even less bright than the moonlight shining through the big hole in the ceiling.
The serving girl looked at the dust-covered Fan Xian with a face full of terror. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out.
With a hiss, Fan Xian's feet crossed and he suddenly took eight steps forward. His sword stabbed out horizontally, hitting the serving girl's throat.
Blood sprayed out. Fan Xian's head was slightly lowered. His wrist turned slightly, and the Emperor's sword in his hand came out again. It stabbed out strangely from under his armpit and pointed at a eunuch's throat.
He hurriedly retreated another three steps. Using the tip of his left foot as a pivot, his entire body began to spin beautifully like a dancer. The Emperor's Sword in his hand shone with a cold light. Following this spin, it drew out a cold light several feet in front of him.
Wherever the cold light passed, the eunuchs and palace maids who were startled awake all fell to the ground in pools of blood.
His right foot stomped on the flagstone again, and the flagstone cracked slightly. Fan Xian's body was like a big bird that had been tied up. With a strange posture, he suddenly retreated and crashed fiercely into the chest of someone, breaking all the bones and tendons of that person.
He lowered his head, and his right elbow suddenly shot out like a spring. The Emperor's Sword flew out of his hand and struck the chest of a person who was charging at him from the right.
His swordless right fist suddenly punched to the left, knocking the last person to the ground. With a thud, that person did not even have time to react and fell heavily to the ground. His head was shattered like a watermelon!
In the blink of an eye, he had killed eight people!
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Fan Xian, who had ruthlessly charged into Hanguang Palace, didn't say a word. In the silence, he attacked with all his strength. The Emperor's sword and Tyrannical zhenqi made him like a wandering spirit with unparalleled magic power. In a moment, he seized the lives of all the enemies in the room. He didn't let them make a single sound.
His sword style was inherited from Sigu Jian, but it lacked Sigu Jian's indomitable heavenly killing intent. Instead, it had the Shadow's natural coldness.
His fist and palm techniques were inherited from the Ye Family, but they didn't have Ye Liuyun's carefree and indifferent feeling of floating on the sea. Instead, there was a heroic feeling that came naturally from his Tyrannical zhenqi.
Who could stop such a killing?
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Of the people in the side hall, other than those who had died on the ground, only Yi Guipin, her son, and Lady Ning remained. Lady Ning had come to see the Third Prince's injuries, so she did not return to her own quarters. On the contrary, it brought Fan Xian great convenience.
None of the three nobles could sleep that night. When Fan Xian crashed into the Palace like a god, they reacted at the first instant. Separated by a thin veil, they watched Fan Xian's every move nervously.
No matter how much confidence they had in Fan Xian, they had not thought that Sir Fan junior would use such a violent method to kill off all the internal court personnel watching and protecting him in such a short time.
Lifting the curtain, the three of them walked down and looked at Fan Xian. The expressions on their faces were all different, but they all had a glimmer of shock. They felt that the Fan Xian in front of them seemed to be different from the Fan Xian before Dong Mountain.
Yi Guipin's face was full of joy. Since Fan Xian had taken the risk to kill his way into the Palace to save her and her son, then the worries she had spoken to Chengping earlier did not exist. Being watched in Hanguang Palace, Yi Guipin didn't know when she and her son would die. Suddenly seeing her savior tonight, her state of mind relaxed. She then looked at the room full of dead bodies and broken limbs. Involuntarily, her legs weakened and she wanted to fall down.
The Third Prince, Li Chengping, supported his mother's body and looked at his teacher with a grateful gaze. He nodded his head forcefully. His eyes were already wet.
Deep in Hanguang Palace, countless guards had surrounded them from outside. The eunuch aces of the internal court were still present. Fan Xian knew that although his violent attack had successfully made contact with the three of them, he had not saved them. It was still a hopeless situation.
Thus, he didn't waste any more words with the Third Prince and Lady Ning. Straightforwardly and coldly, he said, "Follow me and charge out!"
Charging out was easier said than done. Just based on the 200 people Fan Xian had brought into the Palace, it was impossible to control the entire rear palace. Furthermore, he didn't know if the internal purge of the Imperial Army in the Royal Palace could be resolved before the situation became dangerous.
Fan Xian pulled out his long sword from the eunuch's body and glanced at the silent Lady Ning out of the corner of his eye. Seeing the glimmer of a gratified smile on Lady Ning's face, he couldn't help but smile and take out the black dagger from his boot.
The Third Prince's dagger had already been hidden in the thicket by the Chen corridor. Seeing his teacher take out the dagger, he thought it was for him to protect himself. Supporting his mother, he wanted to take a step forward.
Unexpectedly, Fan Xian turned the dagger around and handed it to Lady Ning.
Lady Ning held the slender black dagger. A heroic spirit immediately surged out of her. After all, she was a female slave who had survived the Northern expedition. She had not forgotten the matter of iron and blood these years.
Fan Xian didn't look at the three people again. Without wasting a moment, he walked directly toward the door of the side hall.
This door did not lead outside the Palace. It led to the front hall.
If charging out of the Palace was not easy, then it was better to charge into the Palace.
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A palm pressed against the wooden door. Without any warning, it was as if the wooden door was made of paper. Pulled by countless powerful forces, it shattered and flew through the air.
Before the wood shavings landed, Fan Xian's palm was already glued to a eunuch's palm. Fan Xian gave a muffled grunt. All of his zhenqi surged forward. With just one exchange of palms, he had already felt the power of this eunuch. There were indeed hidden dragons and crouching tigers among the internal court guards. The disciples taught by old Eunuch Hong were indeed not to be trifled with.
Fresh blood flowed out of the eunuch's five senses. His body was being attacked by the Tyrannical zhenqi and could not withstand it at all. However, his mission was only to delay Fan Xian for a moment so that the aces in the front hall and the empress dowager could prepare.
Fan Xian did not give him the opportunity to delay.
Smoke rose between his palms. The poisonous fog headed straight for the face of the highly skilled eunuch.
The eunuch's expression changed.
Fan Xian's right hand shook. The long sword buzzed and sliced horizontally across his shoulder. This was the difference in power. Under the simultaneous attack of the Tyrannical zhenqi and poisonous fog, the eunuch had no energy left to react. He could only watch as the light flashed past his eyes.
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Fan Xian flipped his left wrist and put the Emperor's sword into his sleeve. Without another glance at the eunuch ace, he crouched down slightly with both knees and crashed forward like a giant bird flying into the woods.
He did not crash into the path where countless aces surged through. Instead, he crashed directly into the wall of the side hall.
With a loud crash, he forcefully smashed a large hole in the wall made of wood and brick. Fan Xian did not care about the safety of the three people behind him. He swept directly into the large hole.
At this moment, the neck of the eunuch ace standing frozen by the door made a thud and was severed in the middle. His bloody head fell down.
Yi Guipin and her son stared dumbstruck at this scene. Lady Ning's face was heavy. Holding the black dagger Fan Xian had given her, she led the startled mother and son into the large hole. She guessed why Fan Xian was in such a hurry and why he had smashed through the large hole to enter the front hall. She also knew that before Fan Xian could control the situation, the safety of these three people completely depended on the dagger in her hand.
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What was needed for a sudden attack? It was to be as fast as lightning and as unexpected as wind and thunder on flat ground. Fan Xian's actions tonight carried out this purpose perfectly. From the moment he entered the rear palace to the moment he was discovered by the guards, his and his subordinates' speed suddenly increased. They swept through the rear palace like a wild wind.
He stepped onto the stone railing, smashed the golden tiles, fell into the palace, and killed everyone. All of this happened in the time it takes for a spark to fly off a piece of flint. If one counted from the first cry of the guards, he had only spent the time of a dozen strikes to successfully kill his way into the core palace of Hanguang Palace.
It was truly lightning-like speed. Not only did the enemy not have time to react, but Fan Xian did not even leave himself any time to think or judge. He relied on the intelligence he had gathered about the Royal Palace over the years, the spies in the Palace, and his extraordinarily sensitive intuition to kill his way in.
Of course, this action relied on the courage he had lacked the most in the past, the arrogance and arrogance that came from throwing oneself into the jaws of death.
When Fan Xian killed his way into Hanguang Palace at the fastest speed, the 50 or 60 Sixth Bureau swordsmen following him also spread out in a fan shape in the darkness and surrounded Hanguang Palace. However, these people had purposely suppressed their speed. At this moment, they just happened to arrive at the outskirts of Hanguang Palace.
Fan Xian's calculations were very accurate. Although he had somewhat underestimated the reaction speed of the rear palace guards, these 50 or 60 Sixth Bureau swordsmen just happened to block the palace guards who were rushing over at a very fast speed.
The Overwatch Council swordsmen were skilled in killing people in the dark. The palace guards were the elites of the Qing Kingdom's individual martial power. Although they were far from the Tiger Guards Fan Jian had secretly trained for the royal family, their martial power was still very powerful.
Outside Hanguang Palace, killing broke out everywhere. In an instant, knives and swords clashed. Countless people were killed and blood sprayed out. In just a few breaths, the circle formed by dozens of black-clothed swordsmen was forced back a considerable distance toward Hanguang Palace.
If one looked closely, one could see that these swordsmen's retreat was not passive. Rather, it was an active choice. Although it looked like they were being pushed back step by step by the guards, they had also pulled back the circle and tightly surrounded the main hall of Hanguang Palace.
The smaller the defensive circle, the greater the rebound. Many people had already fallen. The black-clothed assassins had blocked the main door of Hanguang Palace. If the people inside wanted to escape, it would be very difficult.
Furthermore, it should not be forgotten that Hanguang Palace was not calm at this moment.
This was the tactic Fan Xian had drawn up. Surrounded by chaos on all sides and blossoming in the center. The loyal subordinates of the Overwatch Council relied on the darkness to contend with the increasing number of palace guards. In the center of the Royal Palace, Hanguang Palace, a bright and vicious flower was about to bloom.
This flower had to be pinched between Fan Xian's fingers.
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At the beginning of the chaos in the Palace, the guards and internal court aces reacted quickly. However, the nobles in the Palace did not have this ability. The old nannies in Hanguang Palace opened their dazed eyes and silently cursed. They didn't know what had happened outside.
A little serving girl with nimble legs heard the coughing on the bed and quickly climbed out to help up the mistress of the Qing Kingdom.
The empress dowager had been having a headache these days. There was a yellow thread tied around her forehead. She leaned tiredly in the arms of a serving girl. A glimmer of confusion flashed through her eyes.
The old woman's hearing was not good, so she didn't hear the loud crash when Fan Xian crashed through the roof of the side hall. She also didn't hear the sound of Fan Xian killing eight people in a flash. This old woman had lived in the Palace for many years and had seen countless wild winds and waves. Her immersion in politics and conspiracies immediately alerted her.
A cold light flashed through her eyes. She abruptly sat up from the serving girl's arms and shouted in a stern voice, "Close the Palace doors! Everyone retreat in! "
The empress dowager's reaction could not be said to be slow. Since she guessed that there was chaos in the Palace, the first thing she did was to gather all of her martial power and surround herself. She knew her weight. Since the enemy had entered the Palace, she was the first target.
Such a reaction was the same as the first time she had heard of her son's death. It was simple and precise. One had to admire it.
However, she was destined to be disappointed tonight. Before she could gather her power, someone had already charged into the center of Hanguang Palace.
Just as the first clash between the guards outside the Palace and the swordsmen of the Sixth Bureau rang out, a loud sound suddenly came from the wall behind Hanguang Palace.
Bricks and wood flew everywhere, and a hole suddenly appeared. A black figure flew out from this hole, like an azure dragon walking in the night. In an instant, it flew across the sky, heading straight for the Empress Dowager's phoenix bed!
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The closest distance between the rooms was not the distance between the doors. Rather, it was the wall. Two rooms appeared to be very far away. Sometimes, they were only separated by a half-foot thick wall. As long as one passed through the wall, the end of the world would be within reach.
How many people in this world could be like Fan Xian, able to circulate the Tyrannical zhenqi throughout his body and use the pure Heart of Tianyi Dao to protect his heart and meridians to prevent the Tyrannical zhenqi's backlash. Thus, he could turn himself into a large metal hammer and smash through the thick wall.
Fan Xian, dressed in black, leaped toward the empress dowager with the power of wind and thunder.
Along the way, the air gave out a wretched cry. One could imagine how terrifying his speed had been raised.
From the hole in the wall to the bed the empress dowager sat on was a distance of 12 meters.
On this path, the old nannies and serving girls who had only brushed against the edge of Fan Xian's clothes were all knocked to the ground by the Tyrannical zhenqi contained in every part of his body. Their clothes were disheveled, and they were knocked to the ground by blood.
The eunuch aces, who had remained in the empress dowager's palace, finally moved. Four roars rang out. Four withered hands grabbed toward the rapidly advancing Fan Xian's body. Like an old tree blooming, they wanted to capture the giant dragon in the forest.
Who knew how many years of pure zhenqi could be cultivated in the four withered and old hands. The empress dowager sat peacefully in the Palace. If she didn't have her own powerful martial power to protect her, how could she use Lady Ning's life to threaten the Great Prince, who held a large number of troops?
After hearing the sound of the wall being torn apart like paper, the empress dowager had already turned her head and happened to see this scene. Her gaze was icy and full of confidence. It was as if Fan Xian, who was like a god right now, would become a corpse in the next moment.
Contrary to everyone's expectations, Fan Xian did not slow down. However, the aura on his body suddenly disappeared in an instant. It was as if his entire person had suddenly disappeared in midair.
His body was still flying, but the Tyrannical zhenqi aura on his body had been completely withdrawn. His entire person appeared gentle, calm, and serene.
Extremely Tyrannical and extremely gentle, these two completely different kinds of zhenqi appeared at the same time on one person's body in an instant.
The pupils of the four powerful eunuch aces constricted slightly. They felt shocked in their hearts. In their lives, not only had they never seen, but they had never heard of anyone who could cultivate two kinds of zhenqi that clashed so severely to the peak.
Furthermore, these two kinds of zhenqi methods were clearly the best martial arts in the world.
Although they were shocked, their hands did not slow down. They also did not lose their confidence. These were the four powerful internal court aces that Eunuch Hong led. They had always thought they were responsible for protecting the empress dowager's safety.
They thought that no matter how powerful Fan Xian was, he would not be able to ignore the combined attack of the four of them.
Fan Xian was not a Great Grandmaster, but he was the second fastest person in the world. Back then, on the meadow, not even the tip of Haitang's sword could pierce through his tumbling body. Now, his nature had changed and he had gradually merged the two kinds of zhenqi.
There was only one Wu Zhu in this world.
Fan Xian's body suddenly curled up in midair. He raised his left knee and twisted his right shoulder. His body trembled. Unable to borrow any strength in midair, he miraculously turned his body.
He trembled for a moment and deviated slightly.
The first withered hand grabbed Fan Xian's right shoulder. It was as if it had grabbed a ball of cloud and did not put any strength into it.
The second withered hand grabbed Fan Xian's left arm. It grabbed the blade of the sword he had sinisterly hidden in his sleeve. The blade of the sword tore through the sleeve and cut a long wound on the palm that contained pure zhenqi, revealing the white bone inside. Fresh blood was stimulated by the zhenqi and sprayed out, drenching half of Fan Xian's body red.
The third withered hand grabbed Fan Xian's right knee and tore off a piece of his clothing.
The fourth withered hand missed. It only grabbed one of Fan Xian's shoes.
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Looking at this scene, a glimmer of coldness flashed through the empress dowager's eyes. Before the coldness retreated, a cold light flashed.
Like a gust of wind, the sword in Fan Xian's left hand was already resting on the empress dowager's neck.
Fresh blood dripped down from Fan Xian's torn sleeve and onto the empress dowager's clothes and face.
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