The next day, Bai Ziyang rushed to Shengjing City overnight without resting.
Shengjing was also known as Shengyang in his previous life. Now that it had been conquered by the Tartars, it was called Shengjing and was their capital.
After Bai Ziyang arrived in Shengjing, he found that there were many tartars in this place. In Bai Ziyang's eyes, they were all good heads. They should be killed, they could be killed, and they had to be killed.
There were countless massacres in the south of Ji Province, Yangzhou Ten Days, Jiaxing Massacre, Jiangyin Massacre, and so on. Bai Ziyang was disgusted by the later Qing Palace dramas. Fortunately, no one dared to film the Huang Taiji and Shunzhi periods. The Han people at that time were worse than animals.
He found an inn to rest for a while, fill his stomach, and recover his energy.
When night fell, Bai Ziyang came out of the shop. He didn't wear any night clothes, but a white robe. He didn't bother to conceal himself as he swaggered toward the Tartar Palace.
At this moment, the size of the Tartar Palace was extremely small. Compared to the Forbidden City he had seen in his previous life, there was no comparison at all.
The palace walls weren't very high, and Bai Ziyang sped up when he reached the palace. In a few flashes, he was already at the foot of the walls. The palace gates were tightly shut, and there were four guards guarding the gates.
"Who are you? Lowly people, this is the palace…"
During the day, he discovered that most of the Tartars in Shengjing could speak Chinese because they had been in contact with the Han people for a long time. This time, when they entered the palace, the guards at the palace gate saw Bai Ziyang dressed up as a Han scholar and blurted out Chinese.
Before he could finish speaking, the guard fell to the ground and died. The other three immediately went forward. Bai Ziyang's figure flickered, and his index finger pointed at the center of their brows. In the next moment, Bai Ziyang's finger force pierced through their heads, and a small hole exploded in the back of their heads. They died on the spot.
Bai Ziyang walked to the front of the wide palace door and gathered his inner energy with both palms. The force of his white cotton palms imprinted on the door, and the majestic force caused the door to explode into pieces.
The loud noise attracted the attention of the patrolling guards. A group of guards quickly arrived at the palace gate. When they saw Bai Ziyang kill the guard with a wave of his hand, they immediately raised their swords and attacked. Bai Ziyang held the Crystal Feather Bone Fan in his hand and used it as a sword. The Panic Sword Technique combined with the Sweeping Shadow Body Technique was like a ghost. In a flash, he slashed the guard's throat.
The last guard was about to shout out that he was an assassin when Bai Ziyang broke his neck.
In fact, there was no need for him to shout. Another team of guards who had rushed over from afar had already sounded the gongs and drums and shouted for assassins!
The quiet Shengjing Royal Palace suddenly became lively. A large number of guards rushed over to Bai Ziyang.
Bai Ziyang continued to brandish his sword, and the palace guards were like wheat in a paddy field, being harvested by Bai Ziyang. They couldn't even get close to him, let alone capture him.
As Bai Ziyang continued to advance, the palace guards who had been killed and feared retreated continuously.
"What are you all doing? He's just one person. You bunch of good-for-nothings, attack him. The emperor and the nobles were shocked.”One of the guards scolded his subordinates who didn't dare to step forward. He was in a hurry, and a Han man rushed into the palace and killed his way through the front door. If he didn't take him down quickly, he might even implicate his entire family.
They couldn't retreat. If they did, their entire family would be exterminated. At the thought of this, the eyes of the frightened Tartars instantly turned red. Their beastly nature was aroused, and they charged again without any regard for life or death.
Bai Ziyang opened the Crystal Feather Bone Fan. He had already perfected the Meridian Locking and Soul Searching Hidden Weapon Kung Fu into a fan skill. Opening, closing, hugging, stabbing, framing, hanging, hacking, piercing, lifting, cloud, wrist. The Crystal Feather Bone Fan was played by Bai Ziyang like a butterfly that pierced through flowers. The white figure moved through the narrow long path. Anyone who touched it would be injured, and anyone who touched it would die.
The guard leader looked at the white-robed scholar. How was he a scholar? He was clearly the Soulbringer of the netherworld.
The morale that had just been raised had completely disappeared when Bai Ziyang killed hundreds of people in a single round. Now, let alone these guards, even he, the leader, was scared to death.
He took out the dagger at his waist and stabbed his thigh, forcing himself to calm down and think of a plan. When he saw the archers rushing over…his eyes lit up and he shouted,"Archers, get ready!"
The archers were well-trained. They immediately drew their bows and waited for orders.
"Release!" With this order, the arrows poured down like a storm, completely ignoring the other guards who were charging at the front. Screams continued, and the guard leader saw his subordinates die in the rain of arrows, but his expression did not change.
"Continue shooting!"
Bai Ziyang blocked the arrows and tapped the ground with the tip of his toes. He rose into the air and threw the Crystal Feather Bone Fan at the archer team. The fan turned into a shadow, and the spinning fan looked like a sharp sickle.
In just a few moments, dozens of heads fell to the ground.
Bai Ziyang flew into the crowd of archers, his index finger constantly tapping on the bodies of the guards around him. As long as he touched a spot, a bloody hole would immediately appear.
Another large group of guards surrounded them. Bai Ziyang flew up to the roof again and caught a fallen leaf.
He placed the leaf by his mouth and blew it gently…
" Rustle rustle rustle…" It was light and long, clear to the ears and pleasant to the heart, and the sound lingered in the air. This was supposed to be the most beautiful sound of nature in spring, but now it was a life-threatening charm.
Countless guards covered their ears as their heads swelled. They slowly fell to the ground, holding their heads and wailing.
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