Clouds fill the sky.

Tianshun Emperor Zhu Qizhen was dressed in black robes, with cold eyes and a cold expression. He walked down the steps holding a Yanling sword.

When he took the first step, a strong wind blew.

When he took the second step, the electric snake flashed.

When he took the third step, thunder rumbled.

This celestial scene fell into the eyes of the feudal and superstitious people around him. Emperor Tianshun at this moment seemed like the arrival of the true god.

‘This winter thunder struck us at the right time.’

Ji Boying slightly raised his head to look at the sky, his eyes under his sunglasses looking at the thick dark clouds. The ray of morning light that originally broke through was covered up again.

The winter thunder has sounded, and it will rain soon.

There are nineteen steps in front of Fengtian Gate.

Lao Zhu led a group of emperors and princes of the Ming Dynasty to the twelfth level, while Emperor Tianshun went down to the sixteenth level, holding a wild goose feather sword and wearing a black dragon robe, overlooking his group of ancestors.

Throughout the history of mankind, there has never been such a feat of meeting the ancestors with a single sword.

This battle of Tianshun Baozong will be praised by future generations.

In the song "Blackened Zhu Qi Zhen'ang", his eyes look down below and he sings loudly.

"I ascended the throne at the age of nine, and have ruled the country for four years."

"I, Beishou Grassland, can't bear it."

"I have been in seclusion for seven years, and I have seen through the sadness of the world."

"I once walked alone in Wala, and I once faced despair."

"I searched for light in the darkness and finally gained enlightenment. Who said standing..."

‘Poof.’

An extremely precise lower uppercut landed on Zhu Qizhen's chin.

Xiao Zhu was young and strong, and he climbed the four steps in three or two steps, using his arm that was not injured by the arrow.

Before Zhu Qizhen could react, Xiao Zhu Si hugged Zhu Qizhen's neck again, raised his legs and knees and hit Zhu Qizhen's face, causing nosebleeds in an instant.

Bangdang.

The Yanling knife in the blackened Zhu Qizhen's hand fell off, his head was filled with confusion, and he fell down and sat down on the jade steps.

Xiao Zhu Si put one hand on Tianshun Zhu Qizhen’s head and sneered coldly.

"I hate gibberish people the most in my life."

A violent dizziness suddenly hit him. When the Tianshun Emperor barely reacted, Lao Zhu and others had already walked up, staring at him with eyes like doves.

Emperor Tianshun, who finally came to his senses, suddenly shrank his pupils.

‘Not a dream?!’

When he saw his ancestors appear just now, Emperor Tianshun subconsciously thought it was another big dream of his.

Because in that lonely Nangong, during the seven years of confinement, he had dreamed of countless successful restorations, but every time he woke up, he was disappointed.

So, even though this night was so real.

But when the ancestors appeared, he was disappointed again, and he decided that this was also a dream.

Since it is a dream, then you are the master of the dream. It is not impossible to make a cup of wine and kill your ancestors.

This is the reason why Emperor Tianshun dared to face him alone with his sword drawn.

If he had completely confirmed in advance that this was not a dream, even if he had the courage to take the sword, he would never be stupid enough to fight a dozen ancestors alone.

After all, whether you dare or not is one thing; whether you can beat him or not is another matter entirely.

The blackened Zhu Qizhen subconsciously wanted to crawl out from the encirclement of the emperor and princes, and wanted to grab the Yan Ling knife that fell on the ground.

From this we can see that the blackened Tianshun Emperor Zhu Qizhen is indeed quite courageous.

Even at this point, my first thought was not to hold my head in my hands, but to fight hard.

But as soon as his hand grasped the handle of the knife, he tried to pump it a few times, but found that he couldn't pull it out at all, because the blade of the knife was stepped on by Fatty Yongle and Fatty Hong Xi at the same time.

Unless the black man Zhu Qizhen and Zhang Sanfeng have learned how to move a thousand pounds with four ounces, they will definitely not be able to pull out this Yanling sword.

"Father, how to fight? You decide!"

Old Zhu Di was holding a machete in his hand. He looked at the blackened Zhu Qizhen. Without saying a word, he raised his leg and kicked Zhu Qizhen on the shoulder.

"Unfilial descendants dare to show their swords to us."

"Beat us to death."

After Lao Zhu finished speaking, he was the first to mention the mace.

With Taizu taking the lead, other emperors and princes have nothing to say, so go ahead.

The blackened Zhu Qizhen subconsciously raised his head and wanted to say something.

"Wait..."

Before I could even say the second word, it was completely buried in the bloody storm.

Behind the dragon chair, Ji Boying looked around at this strange scene in the courtyard of Fengtian Palace.

The black Zhu Qizhen in the Tianshun time and space was beaten to death by the Ming ancestors on the jade steps of Fengtian Gate, while the Zhutoubao Sect in the orthodox time and space was kicked to death by the officials of the Jingtai Dynasty at the gate of Fengtian.

Ji Boying is really worried about the historian of Tianshun Time and Space. How should he write this history book so that future generations will not criticize him for writing a supernatural novel?

"You still won't run?"

Among the three giants who won the title, the one closest to Ji Boying was Xu Youzhen, who was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Just when Xu Youzhen's heart was shocked, a voice suddenly came from her ears, which made her even more startled.

Subconsciously, I looked in the direction of the source of the sound, my head buzzing. When did this person appear?!

‘Run?’

Xu Youzhen was stunned.

Looking subconsciously, I saw Shi Heng and Cao Jixiang, both of whom were like rabbits running towards the palace gate.

‘Damn it, you didn’t even call me a name when you were running away? Are you still talking about loyalty?!’

At this moment, Xu Youzhen didn't care about the person who suddenly appeared in front of her. She threw up her short legs and ran towards Fengtian Gate. When she ran past the gate, in line with the principle of following the herd, she

By the way, I kicked the Pig's Head Fort.

Orthodox Fort Sect: ‘????’.

At this time, on the jade steps, Ji Boying slowly walked to the nineteenth jade steps.

With a 'clang' sound, the iron rod in Yongle Zhu Zhanji's hand was broken into two pieces. He stood outside the circle because he had no weapons. A Biao, who had no sense of experience in this practical class, looked happy and immediately

Step forward and pick up the broken half.

I saw the usually gentle and elegant Prince Hongwu rolling up his sleeves and joining in the group fight.

About half an hour later.

"Okay, you can stop."

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If the fighting continues, Tianshun Zhu Qizhen will die immediately.

As soon as Ji Boying said this, Lao Zhu and the other emperors stopped and stopped.

It was also today that these emperors and princes realized how enjoyable it was to fight in groups!

Ji Boying briefly glanced at the blackened Zhu Qizhen lying on the jade steps. The extent of his injuries was obviously much greater than that of Pig Head Fort.

When Pig's Head was beaten in Tumubao, Lao Zhu and the Emperor's and Prince's men still showed mercy and beat them where there was more meat. Pig's Head suffered at most a skin injury, his buttocks were bruised, but his muscles and bones were not a big problem.

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But this darkening Zhu Qizhen of Tianshun time and space can be seen from the fact that Ji Boying learned a few bone-setting techniques from the barefoot doctor in the village when he was teaching in the early years.

This blackened Zhu Qizhen had at least dozens of fractures on his body from head to toe.

This is still the lightest estimate.

The black man Zhu Qizhen taught us a truth with his bloody lessons: the biggest cup will be filled with the most severe beating.

"Brother, we should kill this blind bastard."

Regarding Lao Zhu's words, the three Zhu Di nodded in unison. Even the three Zhu Dapang, who was the grandfather, had no objection. Only Emperor Xuande among the three Zhu Zhanji still had a bit of unbearable eyes.

"Why, why, why...!"

The blackened Zhu Qizhen raised his head with difficulty, his face was covered with blood, even his eye sockets were filled with blood, and he stared at Ji Boying.

Although he didn't know who this person was, his intuition told him.
To be continued...