Martial Arts: Defeat Liu Bai With A Sword At The Beginning And Suppress Snow Moon City

Zhao Zhuan's kneecaps had already been shattered.

But even though he was heartbroken, he still couldn't say a word.

Even Tuoba Bodhisattva, who just claimed to be invincible in the world, would kneel on the ground under Lu Zhong's indifferent glance, let alone a mere emperor?

Zhao Zhuan was the emperor after all. As soon as he knelt down, all the soldiers, horses and people in Tai'an City dropped to the ground.

A dynasty has surrendered at the feet of Lu Zhong.

"880" glanced at Zhao Lu indifferently, and Lu Zhong slowly said: "It seems that it is time to settle everything.

The voice was not loud, but it echoed in Zhao Zhuan's heart like thunder.

Clear everything!

How to settle the matter? He knew it all too well.

Lifting his eyelids, Zhao Zhuan got the courage from nowhere and shouted loudly: "Mr. Lu, wait a minute!"

Yes, it takes great courage to beg for mercy in front of Lu Zhong.

Lu Zhong tilted his head and looked at Zhao Zhuan with interest.

Zhao Zhuan clenched his fists, struggling extremely in his heart.

He didn't want to beg for mercy.

But what if you don’t beg for mercy?

Should Liyang be allowed to be destroyed?

When the time comes, how can he have the face to meet his ancestors?

No one wants to be a subjugated emperor, let alone a dead emperor.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhuan took a deep breath and shouted:

"Mr. Lu, the grievances between Liyang and you are all misunderstandings. Please show mercy to Mr. Lu."

"Mr. Lu's martial arts skills are unparalleled and his cultivation is astonishing. I have long admired him."

"But I am forced by the situation to become your enemy."

"The chaos in Liyang was caused by the eunuchs and immortals who added fuel to the flames. I had no choice but to do so."

"Today Mr. Lu swept away the dark clouds, and I am proud to see the light of day again."

"Please Mr. Lu, please have mercy on me, Li Yang, and don't try to kill them all!"

"I would like to be my minion, Mr. Lu, and manage Liyang!"

Everyone looked at Zhao Zhuan blankly.

Is this...Is this Emperor Liyang?

Those who didn't know, thought he was that low-level person.

How could he be so humble, so humble.

But no one knows that for Zhao Zhuan now, being a puppet emperor is better than being a king who subjugates his country.

At least this way, Li Yang can be preserved.

At this moment, she lost all her self-esteem, just to maintain the pitiful majesty of Li Yang.

It's funny to say that.

Many things are so absurd, so putting the cart before the horse...

"Mr. Lu, can you?" Zhao Li asked cautiously again.

Now she doesn't care what others think of herself or what she thinks of herself.

All he has to do is keep his throne.

Even if he died, Zhao Zhuan would be willing to do so.

At least he still has the face to meet his ancestors.

As for the future?

Anyway, he is not the king of subjugation, so Zhao Zhuan will not care so much.

Lu Zhong stood at a high place. From his perspective, Zhao Zhuan looked like an ant lying on the ground.

Lu Zhong shook his head indifferently and said: "The moment Zhao Huangchao took action, the Liyang Dynasty was destined to be destroyed."

"Mr. Lu...you..."

Zhao Zhuan wanted to say something about 5.3, but Lu Zhong would not give him another chance.

Above the void, his fingertips tapped lightly.

A sharp aura instantly struck down like a meteor.

Zhao Zhuan's body trembled violently.

That breath had penetrated his chest.

The dragon robe was instantly stained red with blood, and Zhao Lu's body fell from the ruins of the city wall.

Among the corpses that fell on the ground in front of Tai'an City, he turned into one of them. .