film world traveler

"Cao Changqing!!!"

"Cao Changqing!!!"

A shout of surprise appeared in the sky and on the ground, southeast, northwest and northwest.

"Boom!"

Cao Changqing flew out of the smoke and dust in the sky. His green clothes were a little torn, but his cool and heroic spirit shook the sky. He had already cut off the head of Liyang Emperor Zhao Chun in his hand.

Cao Changqing looked at the bloody head.

Look up to the sky and smile!

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"

Tears came out of laughter, eyes blurred.

He vaguely remembered that in the palace of Western Chu, a woman smiled at him, with tears in her eyes, and she was extremely charming and charming.

That was also the last smile.

Cao Changqing lowered his head, looking both smiling and crying. He was hunched over, dressed in ordinary green clothes, and had frosty white temples. If he were not standing on a high building at this moment, he would be no different from a shabby old scholar from the Hanlin Academy.

The wild laughter soared up to the sky, like a demon, shaking the entire Tai'an City.

A majestic city is like an earthquake that never happens in a century.

The heaven and earth shook!

On the eaves of all the palaces and pavilions, including the Wuying Palace in Tai'an City, countless tiles suddenly began to stir.

At this time, curses, cries, panic, and other sounds shook the entire central square one after another.

The Liyang cavalry looked at each other in astonishment and were all in an uproar.

Looking at Dongfang Qintian Prison from the north, a master of qi training raised his eyes to observe the qi. His face turned pale with fright, and the dragon pillar in the sky collapsed by 20%.

After nearly a thousand people finally came to their senses during the heaven-sacrifice ceremony, the military officials instantly split into many small groups. They united with their daily friends and united around the high-ranking generals, Lu Baijie and Lu Shengxiang, two ministers of the military department.

, and headed by many old generals.

The same goes for the civil servants, who moved very quickly, with tears streaming down their eyes, and quickly found allies on the other. Most of them united around Prime Minister Zhang Julu, Heng Wen and others, with silent expressions, quickly reviewing the sudden situation with their eyes, or following the actions of the boss.

There are still more than two hundred people who walk very fast or very slowly. Those who walk fast are the next generation of Western Chu survivors. They are very flexible and can adapt to the wind. They just want to distance themselves from the relationship for fear of getting into trouble. The older generation is completely the opposite.

, looking at the blue-shirted figure high in the sky, almost simultaneously burst into tears. When he turned around and retreated, he raised his sleeves to cover his face, staggering, and dozens of elderly people burst into tears on the spot.

Among them, the most embarrassing group of people on the scene was none other than the Liyang royal family, the Zhao family.

The emperor's head was cut off, and his bloody body fell to the ground. The concubines were immediately startled and screamed loudly. The voice was sharp and loud. Empress Zhao Zhi of Liyang looked at the body and fainted. She was rescued by the masters around her before she could open her eyes.

A problem arises.

If the emperor dies, who can become the emperor?

On the Sheji altar, all six sons of Zhao Chun were present, each wearing a python robe. Five of them were adults. The last six princes, Zhao Chun, were twelve years old and all had the possibility of succeeding to the throne.

Therefore, such a scene appeared on the Sheji altar.

The six princes' cries moved the heavens, and they all knelt down next to the body of their father, Zhao Chun. Even the youngest prince, the sixth prince, couldn't bear to see the terrifying scene of blood flowing everywhere, and his mother and concubine forced him to kneel down while holding his head.

"Cao Changqing, do you know what you are doing?"

To the left of Cao Changqing, an old man suddenly appeared. He looked ordinary, but a hundred feet away from him was a girl carrying a sunflower.

"Huang Longshi!"

Someone on the ground exclaimed, obviously recognizing the identity of the person.

His heart was pounding with fear, and even the eyes of Prime Minister Zhang Julu showed an astonishing and dazzling light.

The chaos of the Spring and Autumn Period, the killing of three million people in the world with one mouth, and the division and reunification were all attributed to Huang Sanjia.

It's not a good sign to come here now.

The gods have all gathered.

The old man chuckled and said with a bit of helplessness: "I expected you to come back to Tai'an City, but I didn't expect you to actually kill the Emperor of the Zhao family."

"Cao Guanzi broke into the palace three times and faced the emperor directly. It's time to gain something."

Cao Changqing murmured with a smile and threw it lightly.

A head was thrown into the air and fell to the ground.

"Emperor Zhao Chun of Liyang died, and the eight kingdoms of Spring and Autumn, those who are willing to join the world of Liyang can join together to separate the world of Yang!"

Cao Changqing said it loudly three times and spread it throughout Tai'an City.

Huang Longshi did not stop him. He raised his eyes and saw that from the four major gates in the southeast, west and white of Tai'an City, masters immediately jumped out of the city. They were so numerous that they could not be counted.

Thousands of people on the ground broke out in cold sweat, and the six princes and concubines stopped crying in an instant.

The current situation is so critical that it is not the time to cry.

The Liyang Emperor Zhao Chun suddenly died unexpectedly, and the next successor has not yet been determined. This means that all six princes have the possibility of ascending to the throne. Now the attitudes of civil and military officials are ambiguous, and conflicts suddenly arise.

Moreover, outside Liyang, Beimang was eyeing him, and Beiliang had the same power as fire and water. The five vassal kings of the Zhao family were all surnamed Zhao. They had strong soldiers and generals, and enfeoffed various places. They had the legal right to inherit the emperor of Liyang.

What Cao Changqing meant by this sound is self-evident.

Liyang will be in chaos.

Maybe the world will be in chaos, and the six kings will support the troops lightly, and they will go to the capital directly to King Qin.

What's more, the spies flying out from the cities in the southeast and northwest are not Beimang or Beiliang. What are the secret agents of the vassal king?

The link was clear. In an instant, all the princes stopped crying and their eyes fell on the civil servants headed by Zhang Julu, or the princes who were close to each other suddenly stood together.

At this moment, another sound came from the sky.

"A favor for a favor, Cao Changqing is willing to stop Huang Sanjia for Brother Chen and help you kill 50% of Liyang's Qi."

"Let's watch Brother Chen show off his magical powers next!"

The voice was exciting, and Cao Changqing and Huang Sanjia were fighting fiercely together. Thinking about this sentence over and over again in their minds, almost everyone's hair stood on end.

Cao Changqing's unreasonable move directly plunged Liyang into chaos.

If Chen Jun succeeded in killing the Liyang Qi, it would be equivalent to directly killing the Liyang Dragon. Instead of adding insult to injury, he would add ice to the snow and head towards the direction of destroying the country.

Heaven.

Can Gu Jiantang and Zhao Huangchao alone stop the sword god who ranks second in the martial arts review?

During the melee between the three of them, Zhao Huangchao's eyes were about to burst. Looking at Cao Changqing's figure from the corner of his eye, murderous intent burst out, even more intensely than towards Chen Jun.

"How dare you get distracted?"

Within a short distance, Chen Jun dodged Gu Jiantang's overbearing sword, approached Zhao Huangchao's body, pointed out a flying star like a moon, the sword energy surged, and immediately penetrated the center of Zhao Huangchao's eyebrows.

Zhao Huangchao screamed, and even his soul didn't have a chance to fly out of the sky, and his body and soul were immediately destroyed.

At this moment, Gu Jiantang's face was surprisingly solemn. Zhao Huangchao was dead, and he would be alone in a short period of time.

The knife and his palm collided with each other, making a loud noise. Gu Jiantang took advantage of the situation and flew out. However, the pursuit he expected did not come, but instead there was a sound.

An ordinary young eunuch stood opposite Chen Jun and wrote lightly: "Leave."

A smile appeared on Chen Jun's face: "Why?"

"I will lose to Wang Xianzhi in Emperor Wu City, and Wang Xianzhi will lose to me in Tai'an City!"

Not mentioning the turmoil in Gu Jiantang's heart, the young eunuch continued: "Besides, you don't have the sword in your hand, so there is little hope of defeating me."

"Don't try to shout in front of me, it's useless."

As the young eunuch spoke, an invisible wave instantly filled the void and enveloped Chen Jun, even Gu Jiantang who was watching the battle from a great distance was no exception.

Divine power is like prison, sealing the void!

Gu Jiantang's own fluctuations in Huanggu were shocked in his heart. He was really qualified to say that if he could do it to this extent.

Who is this eunuch?

"Are you leaving?" the young eunuch asked calmly.

"Yeah?"

Chen Jun smiled, and in the face of his vaguely doubtful gaze, he suddenly stretched out his hand and thrust out into the sky, clenching his five fingers: "Here comes the sword!"

An ancient sword flew over at the sound!

The ancient sword has a scabbard with the word "Chun Yang" on it.

It’s Lu Zu’s magic sword from five hundred years ago!