Song Mingzhu said, "I learned from the Kaifeng Prefecture Prison that the Kaifeng Prefecture Prison was just a cover. General Jingzhong was escorted to Dali Temple in the morning. When the war in the capital was about to stop, he would be sentenced to Huai'en Pavilion."

As soon as these words were said, Zhao Shirong, Gao Silan, the King of Swords, and the King of Swords all changed drastically.

Dali Temple is not a temple, but an important official office, in charge of the review of judicial cases in local states, which is equivalent to the modern Supreme People's Court.

Feng Yifei blurted out in shock, "It's already afternoon now. Could it be that General Jingzhong has encountered misfortune?"

"General Jingzhong should not have died yet, and there were also elite soldiers guarding Dali Temple. Fu Zongshu's dog thief was deliberately trying to eradicate all the heroes who came to rob the prison. It should be too late to go." Song Mingzhu said.

"Without any delay, we will go to the capital immediately." Zhao Shirong said anxiously, then turned to Dugu Wudi, "Wudi, let's continue, everyone covers their faces and moves at full speed."

"Yes." Dugu Wudi responded and shouted in the Alliance Channel.

Members of each gang all wore masks.

Feng Yifei thought that players from all sides had already attacked the imperial city and it was a matter of time to rescue the loyal general, but he did not expect that Kaifeng Prefecture was a trap and Dali Temple was the target.

This is undoubtedly another tough battle.

Fortunately, communication between players is much more convenient and simple, and is not limited by distance.

I met Yilou Zuiqingfeng and had a good time.

Feng Yifei followed the large army and sent a secret message to Yilou Zui Qingfeng, "Qingfeng, are you opening the Fengfu Prison? I just received the message that there is a trap there. General Jingzhong is not there. In Dali Temple, can you tell everyone to turn around and attack there."

After a while, Yilou Zui Qingfeng came back, "No, I can't rush out. We are surrounded. These bird guards can't kill them!"

"Is the battle so tight?" Feng Yifei was stunned.

"I have died several times. Many people have entered the five-minute resurrection time. The support is a bit unfollowed. These birds will also dismantle our resurrection flag. Moreover, Xiao Qiushui, who was a gangster in China, and the masters of the Beggars' Sect, have already been killed in prison. We can only try our best to restrain the imperial guards outside. There are still too few NPC bosses here... Ah! Damn! Die to my master!"

Yilou Zuiqingfeng talked in a series of times, which shows that the battle situation is indeed very fierce.

It seems that the attack on Dali Temple can only rely on one of our own people, but it is also a good thing to attract the Imperial Guards.

Yilou Zuiqingfeng would have fought so hard for the loyal General this time, and abandoned the throne of the top rank list.

Is this a passionate and excited person?

Feng Yifei summoned the level list and looked at it. Yilou Zui Qingfeng had fallen to 9th place. Random Wuji had fallen out of 20th place. There were a few new faces in the top ten level list. It is estimated that other player experts participated in this battle and lost their experience.

On the way, Tangli Fried Ice Cream and a group of gang members who came to Beijing early came to meet.

Although something happened in the morning, I saw that Ice Cream still looked as usual and there was no abnormality. Feng Yifei also knew that the enemy was right now and it was not time to mention her children's love. After this, it was no longer too late. Anyway, she couldn't escape.

Yilou Zuiqingfeng's secret words came in again, "I informed the Shenzhou Jieyi side, but after hearing that Wuji, Xiao Qiushui encountered a strong enemy and was entangled by King Zhu of the twelve serial doors and an old eunuch named Mi Cangqiong. The fight was very fierce. There were many masters in the inner court who were guarding the prison, and they could not get out for the time being."

Feng Yifei immediately grabbed the point of his words, "King Zhu? Who is it?"

"It's Zhu Shunshui! You won't even know this, right?"

Feng Yifei was stunned. Isn’t it Zhu Xiawu? Where did the old turtle go?

"Tell Hengxing Wuji and let her tell Xiao Qiushui that the real King Zhu is Zhu Xiawu, not Zhu Shunshui. When they meet, be careful."

"Ah?" Yilou Zui Qingfeng was obviously shocked and said immediately, "It's all fighting. Even if Zhu Xiawu comes out, won't they fight together? I will notify her...ah!!! I'm going to die, and I'll talk to you if I have time..."

Feng Yifei: "..."

I used to think he was quite steady, but I really didn't see that he was so humorous.

While talking to Yilou and Drunken Qingfeng, he had already arrived outside Bianjing City.

Since a certain dynasty opened the Grand Canal, the Tongji Canal was to pass through Bianjing and finally enter the Huai River. Bianjing is the throat-controlling area of ​​Jianghuai River. It is not far away from the waterway.

The city gate of Bianjing had collapsed, and some flames were still burning on the towering city walls, and black smoke was owls.

There are traces of tragic baptism by war everywhere.

The originally prosperous capital is now full of devastation, with blood covered in the ground and condensed by ice and snow. It is shocking to see. All the shops are closed, like a ghost domain.

Fortunately, the players who came to attack the capital did not come to kill and rob, and the buildings were damaged by fighting and were not set on fire.

The faint sound of killing shouts in the distance was mixed with the chaotic sound of roars, and the sound of weapons hitting each other mixed with the horrifying howls, forming a terrifying piece of music that came from the wind.

Feng Yifei could hear that Zhao Shirong, Gao Silan and others were still better than him, so how could he not know that, but he didn't care, and led the large army to rush to Dali Temple on the other side of the capital.

The matter was urgent, so I didn't walk through the streets and alleys. I took a straight line and jumped across the rows of roofs.

Players from all gangs have light skills and like to go high and go high on weekdays. When they are marching quickly, no one cares whether they have broken the roof and broken the tiles, rushing up in a vast way.

It was still a long way from Dali Temple. Feng Yifei suddenly found that the streets in the distance were covered with soldiers on the roof. The disciples and players of the twelve serial docks were full of bustling people.

This is the only way to Dali Temple. These people should be guarding the road. If you want to go to Dali Temple, you have to pass this level.

Those players who helped the evildoer are also old-fashioned. They are not the only ones who drink and sing in the twelve serial dock camps, but they are mixed with two or three other gangs, but there are obviously not enough people.

If you only count the players, the invincibility of the Ten Directions and the love will die forever. The three gangs of sake and fu combined have more people than the 12th serial dock, but if you add NPCs in their respective camps, you are completely at a disadvantage. After all, there are more officers and soldiers to help the 12th serial dock.

Feng Yifei's heart tightened. The main force of the twelve chain docks is here, what about Zhu Xiawu?

How could the power gang not be noticed?

A burly figure as strong as a mountain flew out from a pavilion. It was a bald man wearing iron armor, with a curly face and an ugly appearance. But his appearance looked a bit kind and kind, just like a Taoist monk.
Chapter completed!