Chapter 315: Sword come?!

Li Shimin pushed aside Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Jingde in front of him and rode forward a few steps.

His gaze crossed the heavy guards and fell on the figures riding tall horses in front of the army.

The leader was wearing a white robe, the material was extraordinary, neither silk nor hemp, faintly shimmering, like woven moonlight.

He rode on the horse, his posture relaxed, not at all like being in front of the two armies, but like an outing.

Li Shimin had seen countless people in his life—emperors, generals, strategists, and outsiders, but he had never seen anyone with such a bearing.

That was not the nobility of an emperor, nor the killing of a commander, but a kind of detachment and distance that was "beyond the world and not with the monarch."

In an instant, he thought of the sky screen, the Heavenly Dao Gold List, and the mysterious Gu Shanhe.

On the sky screen, this person had been depicted—white robe, likes to drink tea, speaks calmly, but every word is a pearl, undeniable.

The person in front of him matched.

Cheng Yaojin held the Xuanhua axe, full of vigilance, and roared: "Your Majesty, shall the last general go forward to ask?"

Yuchi Jingde held the steel whip tightly and said in a deep voice: "The last general will accompany Your Majesty."

Qin Qiong stood with a long spear, his eyes as steady as ever, but his fingertips exerted a little force: "Don't rush, observe the situation first."

Li Ji held a long sword, his brows locked, staring at the "Qin" flag, pondering:

"Your Majesty, those people... are definitely not ordinary."

"The 'Qin' character on the flag is the ancient Qin seal script."

Li Shimin took a deep breath, suppressed the stormy waves in his heart, tidied his clothes, and rode forward again.

His voice was calm, but carried a hint of imperceptible excitement:

"Is the person coming the Immortal Gu Shanhe, the Immortal shown on the sky screen?"

Gu Shanhe urged the horse to move forward, stopping thirty steps in front of Li Shimin, and turned off the horse.

The movement was smooth and natural, but it had a soul-stirring charm.

"You are Li Shimin?"

Li Shimin also turned off the horse, bowed, and said steadily: "I am."

"May I ask, sir, are you the person who issued the list on the sky screen, Immortal Gu Shanhe?"

Gu Shanhe nodded slightly: "You are smart, saving me the trouble of self-introduction."

Li Shimin's last trace of doubt dissipated.

But Gu Shanhe knew that relying only on temperament and language was not enough to completely convince this emperor who had fought half his life and created a prosperous age.

He needed to show some real means.

Gu Shanhe's body suddenly lifted off the ground, as if lifted by an invisible giant hand.

Li Shimin couldn't help looking up, staring intently.

Cheng Yaojin's axe almost fell, and the back of Yuchi Jingde's hand holding the whip was bulging with veins.

Qin Qiong's warhorse was uneasy, and he controlled it steadily.

Gu Shanhe hovered ten feet in the air, raised his right arm, put his two fingers together, and his voice was clear, spreading across the wilderness—

"Sword come!"

In an instant, within a hundred feet, all the swords on the waists and in the hands of the soldiers vibrated, making a buzzing resonance!

Some couldn't hold the blade and flew out;

Some held it tightly, but were pulled forward by the blade.

Even Li Shimin's imperial sword vibrated violently in the scabbard, the scabbard buckle popped open with a "pop," and the sword shot out on its own!

Hundreds of various weapons gathered from all directions, arranged in a huge fan-shaped array behind Gu Shanhe, with the tips of the swords pointing forward, cold and sharp.

Gu Shanhe was surrounded by hundreds of sharp blades, his white robe flying, his spirit extraordinary.

Li Shimin looked up at this scene, his pupils reflecting the sky full of sword light.

He maintained his bowing posture, motionless.

Gu Shanhe pushed forward with his right hand, and hundreds of sharp blades shot out at the same time, drawing hundreds of silver trajectories in the air, with a shrill sound of breaking the air, all hitting a lonely small hill in front!

Boom—!!!

A loud noise, the earth shook.

The hill was not leveled, but was shattered and disintegrated by the invisible impact carried by hundreds of sharp blades!

Smoke and gravel soared into the sky, filling the air.

When the dust settled, the hill was gone.

In its place was a flat pit the size of a football field, densely inserted with hundreds of swords, like a silver steel forest.

The whole field was silent.

Two hundred Xuanjia personal guards opened their mouths wide, unable to make a sound.

Cheng Yaojin's Xuanhua axe fell to the ground, unaware.

Yuchi Jingde's steel whip fell, forgetting to lift it.

Qin Qiong's long spear leaned on the ground, forgetting to stand up.

Li Ji's hands were empty, and his sword was also in the ranks of shooting out.

For a long time, Li Shimin was the first to recover.

He bent down and picked up his sword from three steps away—

The sword actually flew back to him on its own, the hilt facing him, and stood firmly on the ground, as if someone had carefully placed it.

He slowly returned the sword to the scabbard, tidied his clothes, faced Gu Shanhe in the air, and bowed deeply.

His voice carried a hint of imperceptible trembling, but was incomparably firm:

"Immortal Gu has supernatural powers, Li Shimin is convinced."

Cheng Yaojin's mouth was wide enough to stuff a fist, muttering to himself: "This... is this still a human?"

Yuchi Jingde was like a clay sculpture, standing in place.

Qin Qiong had fought all his life and experienced countless fierce battles, but at this moment his long spear trembled slightly, hard to hide the shock in his heart.

Li Ji didn't care about his sword at all, and looked at the flat ground full of swords in the distance, smiling bitterly and shaking his head.

Gu Shanhe's body slowly descended, landing without sound.

The four people wearing dragon robes beside him rode forward one step, and then began to introduce themselves.

"I, First Emperor, Ying Zheng." A black dragon robe, cold face, not angry and self-prestige.

"I, founding emperor of the Great Han, Liu Bang." Grinned, smiled brightly, bowed, kind and real.

"I, Emperor Wu of Han, Liu Che." Nodded slightly, with majesty in his gestures.

"I, Emperor Guangwu of Han, Liu Xiu." Turned off the horse, bowed respectfully, gentle and elegant.

Li Shimin was shocked, as if in a dream.

On the sky screen, there were four emperors through the ages in front of him!

Why did this group of existences crossing time and space come?

To further clarify, the four emperors showed their strengths.

Ying Zheng waved his hand lightly, seven red fireballs jumped from his palm, fast and incomparable, accurately hitting seven big trees in the distance, flames rose, and the trunks burned rapidly.

Liu Bang stepped forward, punched the ground, the surface cracked, a three-foot-long crack spread, and gravel splashed.

Liu Che flickered, disappeared from the horse's back, and appeared ten feet away the next moment, then flashed back to the original place, the speed was dazzling.

Liu Xiu pinched the formula with both hands, light light appeared around his body, and slowly floated three feet off the ground, elegant and dusty.

Li Shimin was dazzled, and stormy waves surged in his heart.

Cheng Yaojin asked Yuchi Jingde in the back: "Brother Jingde, did you... see clearly?"

Yuchi Jingde shook his head slowly, his eyes still staying on the four emperors.

Qin Qiong's vision was always locked on Ying Zheng and others, full of exploration.

Li Ji didn't care about his sword at all.

Li Shimin took a deep breath, suppressed the surging mood, and bowed to Gu Shanhe again:

"Immortal Gu, I don't know why you and the four Majesties came to the Great Tang?"

Gu Shanhe said lightly: "Passing by, and issuing a list by the way."

Li Shimin immediately invited Gu Shanhe and the four emperors into Chang'an City.

150,000 troops were properly placed in the camp outside the city by Li Ji.

Two hundred Xuanjia personal guards surrounded everyone and entered Chang'an along the wide official road.

The people along the way, seeing this grand occasion, all stopped and exclaimed—the emperor actually led the horses for a few people?

Who are those sacred people? ===== CHAPTER 316 =====