National Simulation: Start Awakening SSS Talent

Outside the Royal Palace.

Lu Xiaojiang commanded the army and, with the support of Han Renying, avoided the forbidden palace garrison from a path reserved for eunuchs.

But suddenly.

A feeling as if he had encountered a natural enemy rose from his heart.

"Discovered?"

"No, this force is too powerful, far beyond the cultivators of the Spirit Realm. Is it the old guys in the palace?

Lu Xiaojiang's pupils shrank slightly, a little frightened.

Although he had long guessed that the Daliang royal family was still enshrined with a group of old monsters, he did not expect it to be so strong.

That feeling of scrutiny is close to the Overworld Master Simulator, but it is different.

"Will they stop it?" Lu Xiaojiang was worried, and even the pace of moving forward with extreme speed was much slower.

Han Ren, who had been following him since the beginning, couldn't help but tremble in his heart when he saw this.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"

He was afraid that Lu Xiaojiang would regret it.

Shaking his head, Lu Xiaojiang regained his mind and said, "No problem, keep going."

"If that group of old monsters had the intention to interfere, they should have arrived by this moment, and they would never have speared me out and ignored it."

"In this way, my previous understanding was correct, they don't care who succeeds to the throne, as long as it is the descendants of the Lu family."

A little analysis.

Lu Xiaojiang's confidence is even firmer.

Anyway, Sims, left and right is just a dream of his own, even if there is danger at the last minute, he will not suffer any loss if he ends the simulation early.

Soon.

A group of black-armored sergeants of more than 2,000 people came to the depths of the palace.

Unlike the loose guards on the periphery, the depths of the palace can be described as heavily guarded.

Every less than 100 meters, there is a garrison on duty for the night.

If you encounter assassins and thieves, this garrison is enough to deal with most troubles.

But unfortunately, what they encountered today was an iron-blooded army led by Lu Xiaojiang.

"Your Highness, are you going to hit these whistles?" On the side, the henchmen sent by Su Ming hid under the wall of a Yongdao road, sticking their heads out to look at the guards patrolling back and forth.

Lu Xiaojiang shook his head: "No, let's fight directly."

"By now, there is no need to hide, it is better to give it a go than to be afraid."

Say nothing.

The sergeants around him were all in their hearts.

But the next moment, it was covered by pride.

Success is aimed at the present day, and if you can give up a life and a rich future, none of this group of people will not agree.

"Swear to follow Your Highness to the death!" Everyone made a promise, attracting the attention of the distant guards.

"There seems to be movement over there, go over and take a look!"

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Lu Xiaojiang's blood was getting more and more boiling.

Finally.

The garrison of a team of five came under the wall of the Yongdao, and when they looked out, they saw an unforgettable scene in their lives.

A pair of white eyes are like ghosts under the night and moon.

The pitch-black iron armor and sharp swords were like Yan Luo.

"Sting... Assassin. Someone

couldn't suppress the panic in his heart, and his two trouser legs were wet with unknown liquid, and he couldn't help but shout.

But.

The next moment, a familiar face made them completely despair.

"Not an assassin, it's a rebellion!" Lu Xiaojiang's face was calm and terrifying, as if he was saying something very common.

Followed by.

The army rushed up, drowning these garrisons in a sea of swords.

。。。

The iron boots were like thunder, and suddenly exploded in the palace.

Countless eunuchs and palace maids woke up in their sleep, and the forbidden army guarding the palace took up arms in a hurry to face the battle.

But the night was dark and the wind was high, and they could tell where the enemy was, but by hearing, they could barely tell that many people were marching towards Emperor Liang's palace.

"Enemy attack, rebellion, some people rebelled!" I don't know which palace to start with, and the wail of despair gradually spread throughout the palace.

The leader of the forbidden army hurriedly released his true spirit, and the brilliant light illuminated the distance of more than ten meters around.

The big hand grabbed a fleeing eunuch, and he roared and asked, "Who is the rebellion, and how many enemies are there?"

But he obviously misjudged the target of the questioning, not to mention that this group had already broken their guts, and even those strictly trained forbidden soldiers began to flee to the rear.

"Five thousand, there are five thousand enemies, all black armor can't see their faces clearly, they are all demons!" The eunuch shouted hysterically, looking frightened.

"Waste" forcefully put the eunuch still repeatedly.

The leader of the Praetorian Army tried to maintain his composure and try his best to maintain order under his command.

A long green snake hovered behind him, constantly probing its long tongue: "Today's enemy attacks and rebels, dare to flee without a fight, there is no amnesty for killing!" The leader of the Forbidden Army drank heavily.

But the next second.

A long knife struck and cut off his head.

"In the chaotic battle, I dare to attract people's attention so much, I really don't know whether I am dead or alive."

The person who made the move was a soldier under Lu Xiaojiang, with the strength of the spiritual realm, and he was also a good hand at the border pass of the northern land, and at this time, facing these young master soldiers who had not really witnessed the cruelty of the war, it was like harvesting the revenant butcher.

Under the dark night, blood stained the floor of the palace.

Not often.

Under the leadership of Lu Xiaojiang, a group of elite soldiers came to Emperor Liang's residence, Taiyue Palace.

This is the residence of successive emperors of Daliang.

At this moment, outside the palace, there was a pitch-black ironclad sergeant.

On the steps in front of the Taiyue Palace, the few forbidden troops who still retained the will to fight were organizing resistance.

"Bold against the thief, dare to invade the palace, do you know how many soldiers and horses there are in this world, even if you succeed for a while, you will not be able to hide from the fate of the Nine Tribes after all."

Someone boldly, armed with a shield and spear, forged a steel defense line in an attempt to use language to make this group of rebels retreat: "Brothers, I see that you are also people who have been in battle for a long time, why should you be loyal to such great rebels, do you not know that heaven and reason are in the hands of Your Majesty."

"Are you doing this worthy of your conscience?"

The hoarse roar was full of panic, and in the face of an iron army like Lu Xiaojiang, no one was not afraid.

"Your Highness, there is no need to talk to this group of nights, just wait for your order, we will enter the Taiyue Palace, and Wang Tu's hegemony is aimed at overnight." Han Ren trembled his throat, urging Lu Xiaojiang to complete this last step as soon as possible.

But.

Lu Xiaojiang did not move.

Just standing in front of the army with his hands down, as if waiting for something.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!" Seeing this, Han Ren couldn't help but be anxious, stomped his foot and shook his fist, wishing that he was Lu Xiaojiang.

"What's the rush." Lu Xiaojiang snorted coldly, and a layer of spiritual power ripples visible to the naked eye suddenly nailed Han Ren's entire person in place.