The Strongest Simulator In the Sky

"Which emperor is your so-called emperor?..."

Ling Tian looked at the general mockingly. The officials on the city wall, no matter whether they are literary or martial arts, count as one. For Zhu Houzhao, they can definitely be sentenced to the crime of punishing the nine clans.

At this time, as a member of Zhu Houzhao's side, he had already beheaded most of the leaders of the Tatars. It stands to reason that the guy who is a sinner for Zhu Houzhao on this city wall should feel fear and try his best to pray for forgiveness. Dare to talk to him like this, Ling Tian didn't know whether to call this general brave or stupid.

"of course……"

The general listened to Ling Tian's words, glanced slightly at Yang Tinghe again, and gritted his teeth when the latter still didn't respond at all.

Before he could speak, suddenly a cold light flickered in front of his eyes, and a long sword had pierced his chest.

"you……"

The general looked at Ling Tian dully, but the latter had already looked at the officials on the city wall.

"Yang Tinghe, bullying the emperor, I will kill you according to the order of Emperor Zhengde. Do you have any opinions..."

The indifferent words came out immediately.

"Yang Ting and Huo Jun are together, damn it..."

"Emperor Zun Zhengde..."

…………

On the city wall, the voice of resounding sounded, and those officials chose to return to the embrace of Emperor Zhengde again with great sincerity.

Yang Tinghe looked at the many officials coldly, and then looked at Ling Tian coldly.

"It's so courageous, I'm afraid it's not me, but you who bullied the king..."

A cold voice spewed out from Yang Tinghe's mouth, and his figure suddenly retreated towards many soldiers.

As an important figure of Confucianism, this chief assistant of the Ming Dynasty is actually a top master.

With just a flicker, his men had already reached the middle of the defenders of the Daming capital.

Standing in the crowd, Yang Ting looked at Ling Tian with cold eyes.

At the same time, figures rushed up from under the city wall one by one.

These are all masters trained by Yang Tinghe. As an important figure in Confucianism, and also the theoretical teacher of Zhu Houzhao, the cabinet of this era is not the same as the three chief ministers and assistants of the cabinet under Emperor Hongzhi. Yang Tinghe is almost the same in the cabinet. The family dominates, and his power has indeed reached an extreme.

The masters who surged up at this moment were more powerful than Kurtut's group of shamans in terms of number and aura.

"Is this why you want to seek rebellion?..."

Ling Tian looked indifferently at the group of masters who suddenly appeared.

In terms of breath alone, these masters are indeed stronger than shamans, but their tyranny is not as good as those shamans.

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, Ling Tian stretched out his figure, and he was already directly in front of the group of masters.

The berserk breath swept across, these masters flipped their arms, and quickly stabbed down with long spears towards Ling Tian.

There is no leakage of internal force, only the rapid and violent flipping of Hongying.

These masters were obviously prepared to deal with Ling Tian. The martial arts they used at this time not only did not leak any internal energy, making it impossible for Ling Tian to absorb internal energy from the air, but also prevented Ling Tian from approaching him directly. Absorbed their internal force through contact.

However, after glancing at these masters indifferently, Ling Tian's figure immediately crashed into the crowd.

The shadows of guns all over the sky, and the red tassels all over the sky, to Ling Tian, ​​they didn't seem to exist.

A dull and monotonous voice sounded, and the dense spears fixed on Ling Tian.

This scene had already appeared once when the shamans fought Ling Tian just now, but after all, they were far away at that time. Now, the faces of the people on the city wall changed suddenly when they were close in front of them.

That kind of invincible posture, that kind of posture that makes people feel no enemy, even Yang Tinghe's face is already extremely ugly at this moment.

"Lin Tian, ​​do you really want to fight with scholars all over the world? Do you know that the world will be in chaos..."

An angry roar came from Yang Tinghe's mouth.

This important Confucian figure, the Chief Assistant of the Ming Dynasty, wanted to control the change of the throne just like Yu Qian did back then, and wanted to go one step further. The guy who could permanently control the change of the throne finally felt the fear.

Right now, he only hoped that Ling Tian would be a little bit more scruples about the chaos in the world.

"Yeah……"

However, what responded to him was only Ling Tian's indifferent voice without any emotional fluctuations.

Accompanied by that indifferent voice with almost no emotion at all, Ling Tian had already thrown a group of masters who had just emerged from the city wall, and drained the internal energy of these masters before throwing them out.

The extremely terrifying aura immediately spread from Ling Tian's body, and his people rushed towards Yang Tinghe as if a god and demon had descended.

Killing all the Tatar leaders is considered a major event, but compared to the shock of killing a chief minister to Ming Dynasty, it is absolutely incomparable.

Although the Tatars are strong, they are nothing more than robbers to Ming Dynasty, and the first assistant is an existence with one person under one man and more than ten thousand people. In a certain way, the first assistant is no less than the existence of the emperor.

Therefore, Ling Tian's first target at this moment is Yang Tinghe.

Compared with Yang Tinghe, other masters and officials can be put aside for the time being.

Looking at Ling Tian's approaching figure, Yang Tinghe's eyes flashed with panic, unwillingness, and full of disbelief.

He didn't believe that Zhu Houzhao's people dared to kill him regardless of the influence of Confucianism.

However, no matter how unwilling and unbelievable, Yang Tinghe didn't dare to continue waiting for Ling Tian's arrival, and when he stretched out his figure, he swept directly towards the outside of the city wall.

As long as he can leave, with the influence of Confucianism, Zhu Houzhao has absolutely no chance and possibility to catch him again.

A cold light flashed in Yang Tinghe's eyes. With his identity and status, even if he was no longer the chief assistant, he would definitely be the guest of any ambitious and powerful vassal king, or even the leader of a foreign race.

Yang Tinghe almost instantly thought of more than a dozen feudal lords and leaders of foreign races who could support Zhu Houzhao and even Ming Dynasty to compete for power.

However, at this moment, Yang Tinghe suddenly heard a strange voice behind him.

It was the sound of breaking wind, like wind blowing through a narrow aisle, with a kind of depression and sharpness.

The sound caused Yang Ting and his subconscious thoughts to sway for a while, and then, a sharp pain appeared in his chest, and the tip of a long sword protruded from his chest.

"Leave a thousand households to take down all the officials on the city wall, and the rest will act according to the previous order. If the task fails this time, the officials with more than a thousand households will be executed..."

The still indifferent voice sounded, and Ling Tianren had already returned to the city wall.

Above, the general who had been pierced through his chest with his sword before now stared at Yang Ting and the body that fell in mid-air with wide eyes and died unwillingly.

Regarding Ling Tian's order, naturally no one dared to object to Ling Tian's order at this time.