Vol 2 Chapter 253: Killing the King (4D

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Maybe that samurai thinks he has a good level of cultivation, and he is also a character. Even if he can't get involved in this level of fighting, he can speak right?
So he simply asked.
Emperor Jeanne looked at the expert who was at least the fifth rank, only squinted his eyes, no move, no vigour, stuck out his head and asked the expert loudly, and his body suddenly fell from the head of the city.
Yuanshen is annihilated, and death is silent.
There was silence at the head of the city, no matter ordinary soldiers or martial arts who were joining in the fun, all backed together, looking at "Duke Huai" in horror, and then looked away at the next moment, not daring to attract the attention of this terrible figure, afraid of becoming The second poor worm who died silently.
"Xu Qi'an, don't you pretend to be the master of the people? Are you not a great conscience? Are you not alone in prestige than the court?"
Joan of Arc had sharp eyes, jealousy, anger, hatred and disdain, holding the sixty-foot giant sword, and shouting:
"If you dare to hide this sword, you can know how many people will die in the city if you cut it down with a single sword?"
The whole story of the Tucheng case has always been a thorn in Joan's heart that couldn't be removed. He planned for many years to refine the blood pill and soul pill, but was destroyed by others. The clone of King Huai died in Chuzhou, and he could not steal the chicken.
For a vicious "monster", this is enough to drive him crazy. . .
What's more, Xu Qi'an broke into the Meridian Gate, slashed the Lord with a sword, and slapped him in the face of the nine-five-year-old in front of the people.
How does it feel to be slapped like this by a small person?
Later, Jianzheng, Zhao Shou, and hundreds of civil and military officials forced him to commit crimes, and his face was peeled off again and trampled severely.
No matter how deep the city is, the people in the city will have to jump like thunder. What's more, he never concealed his evil thoughts. Like the demon way of the earth sect, Emperor Jeanne firmly believed that human nature is evil.
"You can try to prevent me from gathering sword strength, but you can't catch up with me. Of course," Joan of Arc paused and said with a slightly crazy smile: "You can also hide!"
As he spoke, another iron sword swept across the air, blending into that giant sword, and his momentum rose a bit.
On the head of the city, there are soldiers preheating artillery with trembling hands, filling the artillery shells.
But the Centurion kicked him over and shouted in a deep voice, "Run!"
How can artillery deal with such a fairy-like figure.
Suddenly, the soldiers and martial artists spread out towards the sides of the city wall, as birds and beasts scattered. The city head behind Xu Qi'an was empty.
The giant sword is overwhelmingly powerful, with a length of sixty feet, and the sword aura bursts through the sky, and it contains sword aura, which is condensed by the efforts of a second-ranking human being.
If Luo Yuheng's rune sword is a casual sword of the second-rank Renzong, then the sword of Joan of Arc is a second-rank Renzong master who has accumulated strength for a long time.
The reason why Joan of Arc summoned a huge number of iron swords was purely because ordinary weapons could not withstand his monstrous sword intent and could not do so.
This sword not only contains the radiant sword energy, but also the power of the heart sword that specializes in slashing the soul.
Even though Xu Qi'an had merged with the gods and allowed his Qi to boil to the level of the third-rank pinnacle, but facing a second-rank Taoist master, Ren Zong Jianxiu who was not weak in attack and killing skills, he felt a huge threat and pressure.
If you insist on eating this sword, the body may survive, but the soul may not be.
Under normal circumstances, he could hide, but Emperor Jeanne used the people in the city as coercion and forced him to take a sword.
This is the purpose of Joan of Arc pushing him out of the city.
Then, you have to withstand the sword of the world.
If you don't pick up, let's not talk about fame, Xu Qi'an's own martial arts will definitely be dusted, and it is difficult to think of Qingming.
Xu Qi'an was under tremendous pressure and searched for his own methods in his mind. Buddhism's precepts are invalid for Joan, unless he is also Buddhism Grade 2 or Grade 1.
Sitting meditation certainly cannot stop this sword.
Confucian magic cannot be used. If the method is used to eliminate this sword, the backlash afterwards will not be much weaker than withstanding this sword.
Jianzheng did not make a move, and it seems that he was indeed entangled by Sarun Agu. Although he has a home court advantage in the capital, Sarun Agu is a product that has lived for thousands of years. He can't beat Jianzheng in Dafeng, so pester him for a while. It's always okay.
The last iron sword merged in, and Joan finally finished his sword strength, his sword fingers trembled slightly, as if he could not control this huge force.
In the entire capital city, three million creatures were panicked under the pressure of this sword.
This is the second product.
Just like Tianwei.
"cut!"
Jeanne yelled, her face flashed with pleasure, and the sword finger manipulated the giant sword, struggling to cut it down.
Xu Qi'an opened his eyes wide, watched the sword of the sky slash down, took a step forward, opened his hand, and roared:
"Come on!"
In the sky, a ray of clear light roared, it was like a meteor, wrapped in layers of clear clouds.
Rusheng carving knife.
The most precious treasure of Confucianism, Confucian sages once used it to carve a series of classics on bamboo slips.
The carving knife buzzed and trembled, a joy that had never been seen before, it no longer appeared like the previous two times, as if performing official duties.
This time, there was a strong mood swing from the carving knife. It was cheering, happy, and blood boiled, like, returning to the master's hand.
Xu Qi'an held the carving knife, his eyes bursting with clear light, and once again stepped forward, stabbing the Rusheng carving knife forward.
Jian Qi and Dao Yi collided head-on.
Before the collision, the aura between the two bursts with a dazzling flame, just like the intersection of two fields with opposite attributes, producing a violent reaction.
boom!
The collision of the two energies produced a terrible explosion, and the entire space seemed to collapse, sweeping the force of destruction.
The soldiers and martial artists at the head of the city fell in pieces, dying.
The city wall behind Xu Qi'an first collapsed with the guardian array, then the wall cracked, the cracks wandered, and finally collapsed.
The small half of the city wall collapsed suddenly.
The dust on the ground is scraped off layer after layer, and it is swept up high in the sky with the boiling air current, like a sandstorm.
With another bang, the ground collapsed into a pit with a depth of more than ten meters. Xu Qi'an and Emperor Joan remained motionless, their feet on the void.
The face of Emperor Joan suddenly twisted, the muscles of his cheeks bulged, and the veins on his forehead burst into anger. His right arm holding the sword fingers trembled violently and was extremely unstable.
Xu Qi'an's eyes flashed again, and he snarled, "In my whole life, I don't believe in the king!"
With this roar, above his head, a thousand-handed demon with twelve pairs of arms disappeared in a flash, and the image of an old man wearing a Confucian gown and a Confucian crown disappeared in a flash.
Both the Confucian sage and the Shenshu think it is very good.
Grara........ At the node where the carving knife and the giant sword are engaged, there is a sad voice.
A broken iron sword, or blown into pieces of iron, or melted into molten iron.
Fan Tie is Fan Tie after all. When the sword qi of the second-rank human beings is exhausted, they quickly disintegrate, starting from the node of the fight, and spreading to the entire giant sword.
Xu Qi'an advanced all the way through the falling red molten iron and broken pieces of iron, piercing the carving knife into the chest of Emperor Joan of Arc, and picked it hard against the roar of the opponent.
Pick out a body.
The body was torn apart in the intent of the carving knife.
The body of Joan of Arc.
The Yang Shen who surrounded the golden light and the black light escaped from the body, and a clear light on his chest was like a bone gangrene, which was difficult to get rid of.
Joan screamed in pain.
Xu Qi'an was about to take the opportunity to slay this Yang God, and suddenly a dangerous picture appeared in his mind. He turned around and cut out a peace knife, banging........ The two figures were touching at the sound of the collision.
King Huai slipped back, and in the process, Joan of Arc plunged into it and merged with the last body.
Xu Qi'an calmly swung a peace knife and chopped off Joan's body into fine pieces, causing him to completely lose the original body and cut off the possibility of resurrection.
"Luo Yuheng told me that the Dao Sect powerhouse who crossed the Tribulation Period is the most taboo to lose the body, because the profound meaning of the first-grade land immortal is actually the fusion of the sun and the body again.
"Jan of Arc, without this innate body, you will cut off the opportunity to be promoted to the first rank. Even if you win the house, you will not fit in with the sun god. Unless you are willing to spend hundreds of years slowly running in."
Xu Qi'an held the carving knife in his left hand and Taiping in his right, his face calm.
Compared to dealing with a third-rank martial artist, the Confucian Sage Carving Knife is more lethal to the Yang Shen, this is what Zhao Shou told him.
The carving knife is one of Xu Qi'an's hole cards and part of his plan to kill the king.
This knife not only cut off Joan's "prospect", but also severely damaged his Yang God.
"Damn damn..."
The curse of Joan of Arc gritted his teeth, the malice in his eyes seemed to be true.
"Xu Qi'an, what I regret most is to let you live to this day. I should have killed you at all costs when you killed Guogong Cao and Duke Huguo!"
This emperor, who was polluted by the head of the Daoist Dao, lost his ability to manage his emotions and became furious.
Xu Qi'an watched his gaffe with cold eyes, his chest rising and falling violently, breathing out his breath and regaining his strength.
King Huai's breath was no longer at his peak, and Joan was also severely injured by the carving knife. Although his physical strength was extremely exhausted and his breath declined slightly, the balance of victory had already begun to tilt towards him.
Emperor Joan roared for a moment, restored some calmness, staring at Xu Qi'an maliciously:
"After entering the second rank, I, like Luo Yuheng, sought a way to calm the karmic fire. Her idea was to double cultivation with the emperor, to further calm the karmic fire with luck and smoothly overcome the disaster.
"In the first ten years, my thoughts were the same as hers. But the ensuing Shanhaiguan battle caused Dafeng to lose nearly half of his luck. This surprised me and regretted it. Surprisingly, I saw the longing for longevity. Neither the takeover nor the sect can manipulate luck.
"Even if I cultivate into a first-grade land immortal, I will die after all. It is simply God who helped me. Unfortunately, Luo Yuheng then dispelled the idea of ​​double cultivation with me. This made me lose the opportunity to grab her spiritual accumulation. For 21 years No matter how I ask, she will never let go.
"So, I changed my mind. Since the road of Human Sect is unworkable, why not find another way? I can take the path of martial arts and use the clone of King Huai as the lead, practice blood pills, reincarnate flower gods, and be promoted to the second rank. Then accommodate Yang Shen, and become the only martial artist of the world.
"Wufu has almost no shortcomings, so naturally he is not afraid of karma burning. But the price is to cut off the Taoist system and become a land immortal. Because I transformed the three virtuous spirits, and turned out to be the soul, Huai and Yuanjing are my sons, but after all Not me.
"The physical body cannot be completely integrated, so I have to abandon the original body. Today, you helped me make up my mind."
He squinted, looked towards the palace, and slowly said:
"Counting the time, it's almost time! The people in the capital regard you as a hero, and I killed you, a great hero today."
He stopped talking and began to fuse the two souls in his body.
The elements of earth, wind, water and fire are fused, turning into a cloud of "turbid" energy, lingering around his body.
His vitality remained the same, but his breath began to soar.
But Xu Qi'an still didn't pay attention to the enemy who became stronger in an instant, but turned his head and looked at the palace.
..........
In the imperial palace, hundreds of civil and military officials, noble clan members, and guards of the imperial army... everyone heard the stern dragon chant from Yuanjing Emperor's bedroom.
Countless people followed their voices.
At this moment, the royal family and clan members suddenly felt pain in their hearts, and inexplicable panic surged.
Like the end of the world, like a disaster.
In Shaoyin Palace, Biao Biao was lying on the table, frowning, covering his heart, crying:
"It hurts, it hurts my palace........."
In the square behind the Meridian Gate, the prince was holding his chest, bending over, his face pale and his lips faded.
"His Royal Highness, what's wrong with Your Highness?"
The guards behind him were shocked, and the officials withdrew their gazes to pay attention to the Prince's situation.
Outside the Jingyang Hall, Huai Qing helped Bai Yulan dry, and there was a real pain in the autumn waves, but instead of covering her chest, she clenched her fists tightly and stared at the Jingyang Hall.
"expensive........"
In the deafening dragon, a golden dragon broke through the roof of Jingyang Hall, and the people in the palace were clearly visible.
"Dragon, dragon?!"
There were exclamations.
The spirit of dragon veins left the ground and escaped from Dafeng.
This golden dragon held a bead in its mouth, and an eyeball was hidden in the bead, as deep as a whirlpool.
Somewhere in the imperial city, the black button-like eyes of the spirit dragon stared at the golden dragon swimming in the sky, and its grinning teeth looked extremely angry.
Sangbo, a sculpture of the founding emperor, made a piercing sword sound with the brass sword in his hand.
...........
"Look, there is a dragon?"
"Look, everyone, there is a dragon in the sky."
Every street, every pedestrian, at this moment, raised their heads one after another, looking at the golden dragon that was constantly swimming over the capital, making waves of dragons.
Ordinary people only know that Jiaolong, the Jiaolong of the northern monster race, often acts as an evil villain in painting and storybooks, and has a very vivid image.
"What the happened."
"What happened to those swords just now?"
"I don't know, let's see what the court says, everyone waits by the notice board."
All kinds of abnormalities, as well as the palpitating and disturbing coercion just now, can be detected by every living being.
At the star-gazing building, the moment the Dragon Vein Spirit appeared, Jianzheng seemed to be finally unable to hold back, and his eyes, as calm as an ancient well, burst into dazzling clear light.
Jianzheng raised his hand and grabbed it towards Jinlong.
But he didn't catch anything, and Jinlong and him seemed to be out of the same world.
Salon Agu held the goat whip in his hand and said with a smile:
"In Dafeng, although I am not your opponent, I can still stop you."
The supervisor was silent.
.........
Joan of Arc rose into the air and said loudly: "Come!"
Jinlong was summoned by him, twisted his body, and came under the control of Tengyun.
Joan stepped on the dragon's head and looked down at Xu Qi'an from a high altitude.
"What are you doing standing so high?"
Xu Qi'an floated in the air and confronted Emperor Jeanne far away.
Emperor Joan of Arc stepped on the spirit of the dragon veins, with luck, and the power of the wizard to accompany him. He only felt unprecedented confidence:
"Dafeng does not perish in one day, we will still be the king of a country, luck added, Xu Qi'an, what are you fighting against me. You have a Confucianist carving knife, and I have a sword for the country."
The sound was thunderous.
At this moment, the boiling sound rang from all over the capital.
People looked at the golden dragon in the distant sky. Although they couldn't see the figure on the dragon's head, they understood what Joan of Arc had just said clearly.
"That person calls himself "I", is that person your majesty?"
"He is fighting Xu Yinluo..."
In Dafeng, there is only one person who dares to call himself "I".
"What can I fight with you?"
Xu Qi'an stared straight and said lightly:
"I have to tell you something so that you can understand it."
His voice was neither light nor heavy, only to be heard by Emperor Joan, the people in the city did not have this ear power.
Emperor Joan looked at him coldly.
Xu Qi'an smiled meaningfully: "Do you know why Luo Yuheng is reluctant to double repair with you, because the man she really likes is me."
Joan sneered and sneered: "Exciting generals? Stupid, if you think that these superficial things can make me angry, you might as well continue."
Xu Qi'an looked at the emperor who had made a dragon chair with pity, and said:
"You have fought with me for so long, haven't you found that I will be a sword?"
Jeanne's face sank.
"Chu Yuanzhen has made friends with me, but he is a registered disciple of the sect. He is not allowed and will not secretly teach swordsmanship. When I was in Jianzhou, I used Fulu to summon Luo Yuheng. Of course she could come because she is a man in danger. .Otherwise, she has been living in Lingbao for 20 years, never going out, never going out, she will do it for no reason?
"In addition, you think she will intervene in the battle between us to help the new king ascend the throne, but what if I tell you that she made the shot because of me?"
Every time Xu Qi'an said something, Joan's expression turned gloomy.
He coveted Luo Yuheng for a long time. In the past twenty years, he wanted to double cultivation with her, but he was rejected every time.
Now, Xu Qi'an told him that the fairy-like woman who refused herself with a cold face, like a fairy-like woman who did not eat the fireworks in the world, actually liked him and wanted to double cultivation with him?
Even if Joan of Arc is only misbehaving towards Luo Yuheng, when he hears such words, anger still inevitably ignites in his chest.
"By the way, one more thing."
Xu Qi'an smiled: "You already know that I killed King Huai, and that the sealed artifact under Sangbo is in my body. Then, you must also understand the whereabouts of the princess."
The face of Joan of Arc suddenly stiffened.
Xu Qi'an said leisurely: "She is now my outer room."
The blood rushed to the face, if Luo Yuheng just slapped the face, and the princess was taken as an outside room by Xu Qi'an, it would be a naked humiliation to him and a trampling on his dignity.
The princess is his woman, the woman in his harem, even if she later gave it to the Zhenbei King, isn't it also him?
As the prince of a country, it is absolutely impossible to bear such humiliation.
"Xu Qi'an, I will break your corpse into ten thousand pieces, ten thousand pieces!!"
Joan went completely rampant, her face distorted, angrily rushed, and roared, "Come on the sword!"
In Chuzhou, the mysterious master once picked up the Zhen Guojian, and Joan was puzzled for a long time. It was not until Xu Qi'an's identity was exposed that he suddenly realized.
Just as the demon monk under Sangbo was blocked by the prison guard, Xu Qi'an was able to hold the Zhen Guojian that day, and it was mostly the prison guard who helped.
If someone outside the imperial family can pick up the Zhen Guojian, then that person must be a supervisor.
But this time is different. Duke Huai was the prince, and now he is the real emperor.
Moreover, he is the king of a country with the spirit of dragon veins.
Looking at Dafeng, this luck is unique.
At this time, Jianzheng was entangled by Salon Agu and could no longer stop him.
boom!
In Sangbo, the mountain and river temple in Yongzhen exploded, and the brass sword rose into the sky, turning into streamer and flew away.
This stream of light swept across the sky, across the pupils of every person who held up their heads, and countless people's eyes were chasing that stream of light.
Dafeng Zhibao Town National Sword!
During the battle of Shanhaiguan that year, the emperor took out the Zhenguojian from the Yongzhen Shanhe Temple and handed it over to the Zhenbei King.
This story has spread widely.
Zhen Guo Jian is a symbol of the Dafeng imperial family, which is common sense that ordinary people also know.
Outside the Jingyang Hall, Huaiqing's expression changed abruptly: "Zhen Guojian...it's bad!"
"Zhen, Zhen Guo Jian..."
His Royal Highness's face was as white as paper, and looked at Wang Shoufu with extreme fear.
All this happened, completely beyond the limit he could imagine. Suddenly the golden dragon vacated the sky, suddenly the majestic father emperor... and the symbol of the imperial family, the great sword of the Peerless Shenbingzhen.
His move to close the palace door not long ago, and the careful thought hidden behind him, could not have been hidden from his father.
Catastrophe is imminent.
Wang Shoufu didn't answer, but nodded at him calmly, beckoning him not to mess around.
In the inner city, a small courtyard.
The woman wearing a sarong carefully followed the ladder and climbed onto the roof.
Looking out at the horizon, she still couldn't see the battle scene, only occasionally heard a few thunder-like explosions.
I know that this day will come sooner or later, and after Wei Yuan's death, I knew that you were going to kill the king.........she showed her fists clenched.
Must be alive.
...........
In the suburbs of Beijing, Daoist Black Lotus, whose breath was extremely weak, recovered his figure once again, and looked at the majestic and mighty woman, laughing wildly:
"Luo Yuheng, did you hear that? Zhen Guojian specializes in breaking the body of a Wufu. When Jianzheng can't make a move, the boundary of the capital, no, the boundary of Dafeng, Jeanne is invincible."
Invincible? Luo Yuheng "heh" said, "I will allow you to live for a while."
She immediately turned her head, looked at the capital, and narrowed her beautiful eyes.
After this war, you are my person.
The corners of her mouth cocked.
Jianzheng walked to the side of the Eight Diagrams platform, looking at the stream of light that started in Sangbo and passed over half of the capital.
Salon Agu tightened the goat whip in his hand.
The two Yipins did not fight each other, but their fields are already colliding fiercely, silently.
Everyone's eyes are chasing that streamer. In this peak duel, Zhen Guojian is the key and the key to the whole victory.
The light from Zhen Guojian's flying was reflected in Xu Qi'an's pupils. His pupils were slightly enlarged, appearing apathetic, showing a void of divergent attention.
What flashed in his mind was the people who fell in the Chuzhou Massacre case, like grass and mustards; it was the queen of Zhenbei who was slain, and the warriors held his fists and saluted him; it was Zheng Xinghuai who was running in the capital, asking for help. Xiao Suo's back; it was his eyes that could not be closed when he died in prison.
It is Caishikou, with respectful gazes; outside Yuyang Pass, there are great servicemen who are eager to defend their homes and repel the enemy.
Finally, he thought of the dress in Tsing Yi.
Neither his reputation nor himself cares about that person.
That person lived for two things all his life, one is love and the other is faith.
The former is oneself, the latter is the country and the people.
In my life, why?
He stretched out his hand and shouted, "Come on with the sword!"
The streamer came whizzing and fell into Xu Qi'an's hands.
It has never changed its trajectory. From beginning to end, it chose Xu Qi'an.
This peerless soldier who fought with the Emperor Gaozu on the battlefield, it abandoned the blood of the Gaozu and chose an outsider.
Zhen Guojian chose Xu Qi'an... but everyone who saw this scene had their eyes widened.
Xu Qi'an held the brass sword and yelled again in the face of Emperor Joan of Arc: "Linglong!"
Ouch!
In the imperial city and palace, countless people heard the roar of Linglong.
The spirit dragon burst out of the waves, soaring into the clouds and driving the fog, its nostrils spewed a little purple gas, and its scales were surrounded by purple light.
Its bones changed astonishingly in the "crack" and crisp sound. Under the scales, the muscles bulged out one by one, and the dragon's body was elongated, becoming slender and stronger.
The horns on the top of the head split, thick bristles grow on the neck, and the claws and fangs become sharper.
Those two black button-like pupils shrank and elongated, turning into vertical pupils.
It has become more like a dragon, a dragon in the true sense.
Linglong Tengyun was driving at an extremely fast speed, as if he couldn't wait to pounce on his "master".
Xu Qi'an floated on its back, holding the Zhen Guo sword in his right hand, holding the Rusheng carving knife in his left hand, and stepping on the spirit dragon.
"Impossible! This is impossible!"
Emperor Joan's face became extremely ugly, his eyes widened and his pupils trembled slightly.
"Why do you drive Linglong, and why do you use the Kingdom Sword?!"
He has the anger of being betrayed by the whole world.
This feeling, like the sharpest weapon, pierced his heart fiercely.
The Zhen Guo Jian was left by Emperor Gaozu. It has aura and only recognizes members of the royal family. Linglong had to depend on the royal family to survive by devouring purple energy.
However, neither of these two things chose him.
Emperor Joan was shocked, and some people in the capital were even more shocked, such as the prince, such as Huaiqing, such as a fourth-rank martial artist, and a royal family member.
...........
Royal palace.
The prince led the civil and military officials, ascended the city wall of the morning gate, and looked at the top of the city. You could vaguely see the two sides fighting in the distant horizon.
"Well, why did Zhen Guojian choose Xu Qi'an, and why did Linglong choose Xu Qi'an?"
The prince looked around, his voice was sharp, "Who will tell this palace, who will tell this palace?"
Especially the Linglong. When the prince was a child, he liked to ride Linglong the most, and he was proud that Linglong was only close to the royal family members. This is the exclusive privilege of the royal family members.
The clan does not have such privileges.
Those princesses, princes, and honorable descendants can only watch enviously from the shore.
But now, what did he see? Seeing Linglong willing to become a "civilian" identity, he fought battles for him.
Seeing Xu Qi'an riding a spirit dragon, fighting fiercely with the king of a country.
The prince received a huge impact.
The civil and military officials around him looked complicated, but no one could give him the answer.
Yes, why did Linglong choose Xu Qi'an?
Why did your majesty summon Zhen Guojian, and it also chose Xu Qi'an?
What is Xu Qi'an?
A series of question marks flashed in the heads of the ministers.
What exactly is Xu Qi'an? His identity is by no means simple. Otherwise, how could Linglong and Zhen Guojian choose him instead of your Majesty.
"He, who is he? Isn't it... Your Majesty's bastard?"
Some civil servants whispered with complicated expressions.
After listening, the surrounding officials showed contemplation.
The prince's heart suddenly shuddered.
"No, Xu Qi'an has passed the double tenth year, and your Majesty has been practicing Taoism for 21 years. To be precise, it is 21 and a half years."
"Then how to explain the current situation?"
The prince breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, his gaffe was the same in his heart.
"Because your majesty is innocent!"
Everyone followed the sound to see that it was Wang Shoufu.
Wang Shoufu looked around his officials and said loudly: "What Xu Qi'an said outside the imperial city is true. His Majesty colluded with the Witch God Sect, cut off the army of food and grass, and joined forces with the Witch God Sect to kill Wei Yuan. The emperor has no way, and Xu Qi's defeated him."
The group of officials stirred up.
I have to admit that Wang Shoufu's remarks are highly credible.
Your Majesty has a peerless cultivation base, this is what they have witnessed. The choice of Zhen Guo Jian and Linglong also verified this statement.
The soldiers and spirit beasts who only recognized the royal family actually chose Xu Qi'an.
This is more useful than any evidence.
Faint Lord!
This word flashed through the hearts of the public.
.........
In the suburbs of Beijing, Luo Yuheng killed a large piece of thick liquid with a single sword, and sneered: "How?"
Hei Lian did not answer, his eyes were malicious and crazy, but he was more afraid.
He no longer gave up the fight of life and death, only entanglement, initiating retreat.
His luck is really strong, whether it is Linglong or Zhen Guojian, they all chose him... Luo Yuheng pursed his mouth, smiling deeper.
..........
Also in the suburbs of Beijing, another prescription bit.
Chu Yuanzhen sat cross-legged on the spine of his sword, looking at the battle in the distance. The dreadful fluctuation was only a trace that made the four of them frightened.
"This is his hole card?"
Chu Yuanzhen looked at the Saintess of Heavenly Sect beside him, and the number one scholar was extremely complicated: "He, what is his identity?"
He once thought that No. 3 was Xu New Year, and later discovered that No. 3 was Xu Qi'an, but now he thinks that Xu Qi'an is still Xu Qi'an, but not necessarily Xu Qi'an of the Xu family.
"How do I know?" Li Miaozhen rolled his eyes.
She doesn't care about Xu Qi'an's identity, she only cares about whether Xu Qi'an can beat Jeanne. Will there be any accidents.
"It's incredible, it's incredible..."
Chu Yuanzhen muttered to himself.
Joan of Arc is innocent, and it is not difficult to understand that the betrayal of relatives is not difficult, but this does not mean that Linglong and Zhen Guojian will choose Xu Qi'an.
There are many dull and unruly kings, and I haven't seen these two beings so active.
So the problem still lies with Xu Qi'an.
In a serious atmosphere, Lina muttered: "I'm so hungry."
...........
"Why? Because you have been rebellious, not Linglong and Zhen Guojian chose me, but they chose Dafeng."
Xu Qi'an's energy accumulation ended, and he calmly stabbed the carving knife, the target was Yuan Jingdi's forehead.
The Confucian sage carved a knife, the world is cut with a sword, the heart sword, the lion roar, and the nourishment is melted in one furnace.
Jade broken!
Dazzling burst of dazzling clear light
Desperate people cannot retreat, and would rather be jade fragments than tiles.
This knife is unavoidable.
The earth, wind, water and fire melted into four colors, a slightly turbid barrier blocking the carving knife.
In the mouth of the Dragon Vein Spirit, in that transparent bead, the witch god's eyeball shot a black light.
"Roar!"
The spirit dragon spit out a large amount of purple qi and poured it into the knife to fuse the purple qi and clear qi.
Wu Guang smashed on the carving knife.
The power of fire and water collapsed.
The foreheads of Emperor Joan of Arc and Xu Qi'an were chapped one after another and blood flowed.
"what!!!"
Joan of Arc screamed.
Yangshen was hit hard.
The soldiers crossing the river cannot retreat, but they can kill the king!
Regardless of the blood flowing from his forehead, Xu Qi'an raised the Zhen Guo sword, Linglong turned his head, and sprayed another purple breath around the sword.
Zhen Guojian buzzed and trembled.
"Linglong!"
He yelled.
The spirit dragon roared and rushed towards the golden dragon, towards Emperor Yuanjing, Xu Qi'an controlled the spirit beast and pierced the Zhenguo sword.
Jade broken!
Another jade break.
The black light flashed continuously, and the witch god's eyes kept shooting the black light, but it couldn't dissipate Xu Qi'an's will, and it couldn't dissipate the purple gas spit out by the spirit dragon, and it was helpless to disperse on the Zhen Guo sword.
The Emperor Yang Shen of Joan of Arc was injured. At this time, he was unable to control the power of the Four Elephants, which was formed by geomantic omen, water and fire.
puff!
Zhen Guojian ignored the black light, Xu Qi'an resisted his fist and let the sword pierce the chest of Emperor Joan of Arc. He held the enemy high like a long-haired cavalry.
Xu Qi'an's chest was bloody, and there was also a penetrating injury.
He didn't care, holding the hilt, Zhen Guojian advanced a few more points, and the sword aura eroded the vitality of the third rank martial artist.
Xu Qi'an smiled and said, "Your Majesty, have you ever heard the people's weeping in your dreams for twenty-one years of cultivation?"
Pinching Jean of Arc's neck, drew out the Zhen Guojian, and cut off Jean's feet.
The eyes of Emperor Joan of Arc were crimson, and under severe damage, the Yang God exploded his potential, and his right palm condensed into a four-image sword, which was pierced into Xu Qi'an's chest.
"Your Majesty, the minister collects debts from you for Wei Gong and 80,000 soldiers." He mocked.
Zhen Guojian cut off his right arm again.
"You insurgent thief!"
Emperor Joan of Arc was extremely painful and humiliated. He ruled the court. Today, he was provoked by a man with his ancestral sword and scolded him face to face.
His only left hand was clenched into a fist and hit Xu Qi'an's temple severely.
when!
The loud noise spread all over the world.
Xu Qi'an instantly bleeds from the seven orifices, and the flame halo on the back of his head almost goes out.
Zhen Guojian cut down, cutting off the last arm of Emperor Jeanne.
Broken limbs.
Xu Qi'an's face slowly raised a sly orange smile:
"Forgot to tell you that Lin'an and I have privately decided for life. When I kill you, they will take the opportunity to become the emperor, take your place, and marry your granddaughter, um, your nominal daughter.
"Everything about you is mine. Today, the entire capital city is watching me kill you!"
Emperor Jeanne's eyes were round and round, and the pupils in his eye sockets were trembling.
Humiliation, unwillingness, anger, resentment... all kinds of emotions surged up, he went through two dynasties, a glorious life, and controlled the supreme power.
It was coming, and ended up in such a humiliating way.
Xu Qi'an put the sword across his neck, happily: "This time, I will destroy your body, making it difficult for you to regenerate."
With a touch, the head rolled off.
Yang Shen came out of his body and quickly fled, and Joan yelled, "Come!"
The spirit of the dragon veins came into the air, opened his big mouth, and swallowed the Yang God of Joan into his abdomen.
"Xu Qi'an, I will not let you go, I will kill you at all costs, kill all the people around you, and make you uneasy for life and life."
Within the golden dragon, there was a grudge roar from Jeanne.
Dragon veins belong to a kind of air luck, Xu Qi'an can't do anything with it, the carving knife and the Zhen Guo sword can't cut it, and although the spirit dragon can swallow the air, the spirit of the dragon veins is not pure purple air.
Unexpectedly, the particularity of the dragon veins would eventually become his last protective umbrella.
The flesh was completely destroyed, but as long as the Yang Shen was still there, he was still a second-rank.
At this moment, in Xu Qi'an's arms, the fragments of the ground book flew out, and a slightly curved dragon tooth flew out of the mirror, and the spell engraved on its surface lit up.
The dragon teeth whizzed away and easily caught up with the dragon vein spirit and penetrated it!
"Do not!!"
The scream of Joan of Arc came.
Immediately afterwards, with a "boom", the spirit of the dragon veins exploded into fragments, flew around, turned into streamers, and disappeared at the end of the horizon.
Joan of Arc's Yang God was no longer relying on him, and he was attacked by Dragon Tooth, and his Yang God was bleak.
Xu Qi'an rushed towards the spirit dragon, the carving knife pierced the center of Joan's eyebrows, and the Zhen Guojian thrust into the chest.
Dazzling clear light and sword energy bloom.
The sun is like ice under the scorching sun~EbookFREE.me~ quickly melting.
"Your Majesty, humble duty to send you on the road."
"Xu Qi'an..."
In the cry of unwillingness and pain, the Yang God dissipated.
The emperor who overlooked the imperial court was completely gone.
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PS: This chapter was actually finished at around 12 o'clock, but after reviewing the manuscript, I found that the writing was not good enough and not good enough, so I deleted nearly 4,000 words.
Then I refined and deleted it for a long time, and I really tried my best...I tried my best to write a chapter that I was satisfied with. It was my last stubbornness. Everyone should criticize it lightly. People are afraid of pain.
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