I asked you to play the dungeon, but you are here to raise the BOSS?

"Escort! Hurry and escort!"

Wei Ziyun felt relieved when he saw that Zhu Houzhao no longer concealed his identity. He helped Zhu Houzhao fall back to the ground and shouted.

"Meet the Emperor!"

Yin Xian, Tu Fang, and Ding Ao quickly led a group of guards to catch up and knelt on the ground from a distance.

"Everyone is free of charge!"

Zhu Houzhao looked at the earth-shattering battle in the distance and waved his hands absentmindedly.

The moment everyone stood up, there was a flash of sword light in the crowd.

Like thunder, it is angry, like lightning, it is powerful.

Even though it was night, the sword light burst out like the light of day.

Blood spurted out, and Tu Fang, Ding Ao and all the guards fell on their backs.

Blood gushes from his throat like spring water.

The crowd didn't even utter a scream, they were already exhausted.

Among the blood and water on the ground, only Yin Xian's figure standing proudly remained.

"Yin Xian! Are you crazy?"

Wei Ziyun subconsciously took two steps back and suddenly realized: "No! You... aren't Yin Xian?"

Tu Fang and Ding Ao were both top experts, and the remaining guards were not very mediocre.

But the other party just killed everyone with a single sword blow.

Even if there were elements of a sneak attack, this man's swordsmanship had already reached the realm of the divine.

Not weaker than Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng who fought on the top of Fengtian Palace.

Obviously, this is not Yin Xian's own strength.

"Yin Xian? This is the only skin he has left."

Yin Xian waved his hand and tore off the mask, revealing an unfamiliar young face.

The man's eyes were as sharp as knives, and his face was as graceful as a sculpture, with a cold, conceited, and determined expression.

The man snorted coldly, and casually pulled off the guard's robe, revealing the golden dragon robe, which looked majestic and domineering.

"...you...who are you?"

Wei Ziyun was shocked.

"Those who disrespect me will be killed without mercy!"

The young man waved his sword again.

The cold sword light flashed, exuding a desolate and killing intent, and rolled towards Wei Ziyun like moonlight.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Tang Bohu shook his head, and the spear shot out with thunderstorms like a giant dragon flying into the sky.

There was a soft "ding" sound, and the sword and spear touched lightly in the void.

Thunder light and moonlight intertwined and dissipated each other.

Tang Bohu's expression remained unchanged, his spear lowered to the ground, blocking Zhu Houzhao's face.

"It seems like something is not suitable for me here..."

Lu Xiaofeng's face twitched and sighed.

He used his clever finger to clamp the sword, because he might not be able to do it.

But after clamping the sword, the additional sword intention and sword energy were enough for him to drink a pot...

It is completely impossible for Tang Bohu to do so easily.

Are today's top experts like leeks, grown one crop after another?

"Good marksmanship."

The man in the dragon robe nodded: "I never expected that Your Majesty would have such a minister beside you."

"This is my first time seeing someone wearing a dragon robe and coming to see the Holy Spirit."

Zhu Houzhao stared at the long sword in the opponent's hand and said coldly: "Are you the Crown Prince of Nan?"

The long sword has a long and narrow blade, an elegant shape, and shines like moonlight.

"Not really. Crown Prince Nan is just a self-righteous pig."

"How can a pig be worthy of regicide and rebellion?"

The man in the dragon robe smiled: "So, this kind of thing can only be done by myself."

"Why?"

"I've got too much of the other stuff. And it's too easy to get."

The man in the dragon robe took a deep breath, with a hint of excitement in his eyes: "However, it would be quite interesting to become the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty and gather the dragon energy of the Nine Provinces into one body."

"Your Excellency has dragon energy within you, and you must be a member of the royal family. How do you call him?"

Zhu Houzhao frowned slightly, then slowly opened his brows.

The appearance of the man in dragon robe was somewhat beyond Zhu Houzhao's expectation.

But seeing the other party's strong dragon energy, Zhu Houzhao was a little happy.

Originally, Zhu Houzhao only planned to take away the dragon energy from Prince Nan.

Now actually buy one get one free!

Although the person in front of me is popular, he is also really wealthy.

The dragon energy is almost one-third of his own.

That’s great!

Zhu Houzhao suddenly felt a joy similar to that of a farmer's uncle's harvest.

As for not being able to beat the opponent?

The banished immortals have come down to earth to help, but they can't defeat the other side, so there's nothing to think about.

I am willing to admit defeat!

"I am the eldest son of Prince Taiping, and I should indeed be considered a descendant of the Zhu family."

"However, when I was born, I was taken away by a strange old man before I even had time to give me a name."

The man in the dragon robe smiled and said: "So, there is no trace of my appearance in the family tree. Your Majesty should not have thought of me."

"What I just asked was how to call it."

Zhu Houzhao thought for a while: "Since you said you were taken away by a strange old man, will I call you 'weird boy'?"

"...it's strange that the old man keeps calling me Gong Jiu."

The man in the dragon robe was silent for a moment and sneered: "If your Majesty is willing, you can call me that."

"Gong Jiu? Have you had it nine times?"

Zhu Houzhao nodded: "He is indeed a ruthless person."

"This joke isn't funny."

Gong Jiuyi was startled and looked a little ugly.

"Well, since you can't make a joke, then let's not tell a joke."

Zhu Houzhao said seriously: "Tang Qing, kill this madman."

"I'll take your orders!"

Tang Bohu took a step forward, the spear bounced up and pointed diagonally at Gong Jiu.

"Change a place?"

Gong Jiu glanced at Lu Xiaofeng beside Zhu Houzhao and said calmly.

There is not much difference between him and Tang Bohu. It's hard to say who will win in a fight.

But if there are more Lu Xiaofeng around...

Gong Jiu also had a headache.

"That's fine."

The unparalleled gun light flashed past, and Gong Jiu's figure instantly turned into numerous afterimages that quickly dissipated.

The sword light swept across, and a big tree a hundred meters away suddenly fell down.

The gunfire exploded, and a side hall hundreds of meters away collapsed and disintegrated like gravel in an instant.

"...Brother Lu, do you think I played a little too hard tonight?"

Zhu Houzhao shrank his neck and said dumbfounded.

"...I don't know, don't ask me. And don't call me brother, I can't stand it."

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the group of master assassins who were rushing over and sighed: "Now I'm going to block the door and kill some people. Your Majesty, please don't run around. Don't blame me if you die."

"Go, go, there is still Wei Ziyun here after all..."

Zhu Houzhao didn't feel dissatisfied and waved his hand: "Help me kill a few more."

"...Just do your best."

***

Top of the Forbidden City

"Ximen Chuixue, you keep pushing me so hard, do you really think I can't kill you?"

Ye Gucheng took a deep breath, his eyes as bright as ice.

Ye Gucheng's mood at this time also seemed like a dog.

He failed to assassinate Zhu Houzhao, and the Tianwai Feixian who had been preparing for a long time was blocked by the Overlord Spear, which greatly reduced his fighting spirit.

Originally, he planned to leave directly.

But after Ximen Chuixue discovered Ye Gucheng's plan, the entire crowd became extremely angry.

Without hesitation, he chased after Ye Gucheng and stabbed him in the back.

After a few moments, Ye Gucheng couldn't take it anymore.

His cultivation level was originally on the same level as Ximen Chuixue, quite different.

If we go all out to fight, it's really hard to say who will win and who will lose.

But if Ximen Chuixue only attacks but does not defend, and uses all his strength to output.

Ye Gucheng felt that the opponent's sword energy alone was enough to slice Lingchi into pieces...

In desperation, Ye Gucheng had to give up his plan to run away and fight with his back to the wall.

"If a swordsman like me can die by the sword, what regrets will there be?"

Ximen Chuixue looked cold and arrogant, jumped up and raised his sword to the sky.

Thousands of sword shadows swirled around, tightly locking the space around Ye Gucheng.

Then, a frost-white giant sword condensed out of the void and slashed down with a bang.

The extremely cruel sword intent spread out, as if a ghost was crying.

At this moment, Ximen Chuixue had put aside all distracting thoughts and slashed out all his sword intent!

With one strike of the sword, life or death will come!

"Okay, I'll make it happen for you!"

Ye Gucheng's eyes instantly became ethereal and indifferent, and he stabbed out with the same sword.

The extremely bright sword light shines in the sky.

No one can describe the brilliance and brilliance of this sword, and no one can describe the speed of this sword.

Like the blue sky and white clouds, a flawless flying fairy from the sky!

The sword lights intertwined together, as if there was another bright moon on the top of the Forbidden City.

Then, there was the sound of countless sword energy clashing.

The sword light all over the sky dissipated, and the sword energy exploded.

There are only two sharp swords left!

With the contact point of the two swords as the core, the sword shadows all over the sky were torn into pieces and turned into a huge whirlpool of sword energy.

Like the eye of a typhoon, hundreds of glazed tiles were rolled into powder.

The next moment, the two long swords were raised at the same time, turning into two streams of light, piercing each other's heart veins.

The sword flashed and suddenly stopped.

"He is worthy of being an unparalleled flying fairy from the sky."

Ximen Chuixue looked at Ye Gucheng with some admiration and some contempt in his eyes.

The moment he opened his mouth, bright red blood overflowed from Ximen Chuixue's mouth.

His originally pale complexion turned pale.

The next moment, the flesh on Ximen Chuixue's chest exploded, and his beating heart was faintly visible.

A bloody arrow shot out and sprayed on Ye Gucheng's face.

Ye Gucheng frowned, trying to avoid the blood arrow.

But he found that he could no longer control his body.

Ximen Chuixue's cold sword edge had pierced Ye Gucheng's chest.

Ye Gucheng could even clearly feel that the tip of the sword had pierced his heart.

The extraordinary cultivation level disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The vitality gradually dissipated, and Ye Gucheng suddenly felt a strange feeling.

It's pain, fear, and despair all mixed together.

"Why?"

Ye Gucheng sighed softly and asked.

"Because you are dishonest."

"Disloyal?"

"To commit the deception of regicide in the name of sword fighting, if you are not honest with others, how can you be honest with the sword?"

A blush suddenly appeared on Ximen Chuixue's face: "Only one who is sincere can reach the peak of swordsmanship! Those who are dishonest are not worthy of using the sword at all."

"Absurd! There are many dishonest people in the world, and there are not many who can kill you."

"Losing means losing, winning means winning. It's really childish and ridiculous to talk about these stupid things!"

There was a trace of ridicule in Ye Gucheng's eyes: "If there is an afterlife, I will fight you again."

Having finished speaking, Ye Gucheng suddenly fell back.

Blood spurted out, turning Ximen Chuixue's long sword hanging in the air into blood.

"..."

Ximen Chuixue stared at Ye Gucheng's body. His body swayed and rolled down along the incomplete glazed tiles.

"Don't be afraid, strong man!"

As soon as the figure flashed, Zhu Houzhao jumped up high, and a princess hugged Ximen Chuixue.

"I've seen it all. Hero, you fought very well just now and killed the rebel Ye Gucheng."

"I appreciate your kindness. Don't die. I will reward you heavily!"

Zhu Houzhao looked at Ximen Chuxue's wound, showing a somewhat painful expression, and tore open the guard robe without hesitation to wrap Ximen Chuxue's wound.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, I still have a wish, I should not die."

Ximen Chuxue sighed, and tried to circulate the Qi to protect his heart.

"Hmm? What is your wish?"

"I want to fight with the sword immortal of the world."

"Sword immortal? Oh, the Taoist partner of Lin Zexian, right? Why do people like you always think so hard?"

Zhu Houzhao was a little puzzled: "You are like this, and you still want to fight? Don't you feel itchy if you don't get stabbed a few times?"

Ximen Chuxue: "..."