Chapter 47: [Rainfall, Slaughter Palace]

"A hundred years of rare heavy rain, shrouded in the vast territory of the Night Sword Country".
"A thick bucket of lightning twisted and crawled over the imperial city, but it was dark all day, and a thunderous thunder shook everything."
外 Outside the magnificent old Jiange Mansion, the old man, Qin Tiannan, was wearing a black armour, and his eyes were like the lion king who restored the glory. "Tianer, we have to win the palace as fast as possible, and then change the dynasty. It is easy to rely on my prestige."
"As far as I know, Emperor Lingfu, the strongest person in the royal family secretly, is a monk of the sword king Jiu Zhongtian. He is also an old friend of mine, and he will handle it with me."
But in addition to the royal family, there are three swordsmen nine enshrines to worship, your uncle and half step sword king realm can deal with two ... It is just that you first rise swordsman nineth heaven.
"Quack".
"Master can't believe me"? Qin Tian shrugged silently, "Let's go, I must watch Grandpa before you go to the East China Sea Sanctuary."
"go"!
"Take a deep breath, Qin Tiannan orders"! Hundreds of Heijia confidants bathed in the pouring rain in front of them, all the swords and spirits are like crickets, absolutely obedient to the orders of the old man, shuttle to the palace to kill in the rain!
"Boom! Boom!"
The magnificent gate of the imperial city made it smashed and torn apart! Before the court guards had time to make a sound, their lives were taken, and the bright blood flowed to the ground to immediately wash off the rain of the size of beans.
"Scattered"! One hundred sword spirits and black armors, in groups of five, swept away in all directions towards the huge palace. "Their task is to get rid of all the soldiers in the court. The heavy rain that was hard to see for a hundred years put them on a perfect concealed coat. The strong sword-level powers do not deliberately release their consciousness, and they are unaware The palace has a group of uninvited guests. "
"Luxury and bright, in the hall of Yingge and Yanwu! Saint Huangfu Yunshan is admiring the graceful posture of the dancers in front of you" suddenly a sharp lightning outside the hall.
Yun Huangfu Yunshan was inexplicably terrified and stared at it. "The three figures did not know when they stood outside the hall."
"The Lord of the Pavilion, Qin Tiannan"!
"Little King of Jiangefu, Qin Tian"!
"Jiange Mansion, Qin Molong"!
"Grandsons and grandchildren are here!" Huangfu Yunshan got up involuntarily. "Hehe ... it's the old man, why is Qin Tian also here? Didn't he say he's going to participate in the sword list contest?"
"Your Majesty".
Xi Qintian's eyes were sharp, and Huang Fu Yunshan's realm was the only respect for the sword, and in his own eyes with infinite light, he watched the sit back on the dragon chair. "Our grandchildren come here for one purpose! You can send your eunuchs to abdicate yourself, so that you can save your life and enjoy prosperity."
"Presumptuous ... you you ... rebellious."
"Huangfu Yunshan fears, how can Qin Tian have such a terrible breath and eyes" fist clenched "Qin Tiannan! Are you going to rebel! I have been treating you like gracious mountains for many years, and I have given Seven Princesses to Qin Tian. To mine ".
"Ha ha".
At such a critical moment, is it still meaningful for you to say these words?
"You sent someone to assassinate my grandson, and secretly watched Jiange Mansion! I long wanted to destroy my Jiange Mansion and then quickly!" Qin Tiannan's majestic glare "My King just started to be strong first!"
"嗖"!
The ghostly figure of Lu Qintian appeared in front of Huangfu Yunshan, grabbing the high emperor like a chick with one hand and "just deserve to sit on the throne"?
"Ah! I don't like it, Qin Tian, ​​I am going to kill you Ling Chi, thousands of swords!" Huangfu Yunshan's face was distorted, and the Zhenyuan in his body was working hard, but the strength of the young man in front was firmly suppressed.
"Bang! Bang"!
"Four strong breaths suddenly come to the hall"! The headed one is the old man with white hair and crutches. The vast vicissitudes of the atmosphere suddenly made Qin Tian frown. This is an existence very close to the strength of the old man. "Although the King of Swords can live for more than 500 years, the old man has lived at least ten-tenths of a day, and his eyes are cloudy and there is a deadly light that extinguishes oil and dryness."
"Ha ha".
The old man glanced at Qin Tian. "Qin Tiannan, you are really lucky! With such a genius and grandson who is so young, he has the sword reverence and the potential to ask the sword level."
"Impossible ... Qin Tianjian respects the Nine Heavens"! Huangfu Yunshan completely collapsed, surprised "why! This waste boy showed his talent just a few months ago, why did he break through to the Ninth Heavenly Sword of Heaven with such an evil speed"!
"Huangfu Lingyue, we are old friends."
Qin Tiannan looked at the old man, his eyes were calm and "I used to shoot most of the sword kingdom this night, and the throne sat for several generations with your children and grandchildren. Change it today."
"Hehe ~" Why is this happening? "Huangfu Lingyue shook his head helplessly" The old husband lived 487 years old, half a foot into the coffin, you are only over 300 years old ~ EbookFREE.me ~ you ca n’t wait until the old man is dead and say "?
"Humph"!
"If the emperor Yunfu Yunshan is a little wise, he will not irritate the king again and again! How dare he send someone to assassinate my grandson? Because of this, the king will not tolerate him to continue sitting on the dragon chair."
Xi Qin Tiannan took out an ancient sword inferior to the ground, and Jianwei made the huge palace jerk. "Huangfu Lingyue, you and I will make a difference."
"Well"!
"I'm afraid this is the last battle before the old man is sitting"! Huangfu Lingyue flew out of the hall, followed by Qin Tiannan.
"Cough"! What are the three offerings waiting to kill Qin Tian! "Huangfu Yunshan shouted at the three figures in the palace."
"God, let uncle come!"
Qi Qin Molong looked at the three royal dedications to the nine respects of the sword, and the powerful real element of the half-step sword king realm poured out.
"Quack quack".
"I said uncle, let me come, your old man is resting"! Qin Tian punched Huangfu Yunshan in a fist, and walked leisurely to the three royal courts to worship. "Do not intervene, three uncles, let me deal with all three!"
"This……".
Obviously, Qin Molong did not expect Qin Tian to be arrogant to this extent, and his expression was a little stunned, "Heaven, don't be stubborn! The third uncle will help you out!"
"it is good"! Starting with a sword, Qin Tian's long hair danced to the back of his head, and fierce electric flashes of lightning flashed outside his body.
"Little Lord Ye has a sword respected nine heavens, amazing talent."
I just want to resist the three of us alone, naive! "In the three offerings, the older man in his fifties spoke up."
"Crap"! The first form of Jiuxiao Sword, a sword comes from the west. "Qin Tianyi sword shows off."
"The terrible sword light drowned the three royal offerings".