Nightwatcher

That martial artist probably thinks that he has a good cultivation base, and he is also considered a character. Even if he can't get involved in this level of fighting, he can always speak, right?

So just ask.

Emperor Zhende looked at the master who was at least the fifth rank, but only squinted his eyes, but he didn't see any moves, no aura, and stuck his head out to ask the master loudly, and his body suddenly fell from the top of the wall.

The primordial spirit was annihilated, and died without a sound. .

The city was completely silent, whether it was ordinary soldiers or warriors who joined in the fun, they retreated in unison, looked at "Duke Huai" in horror, and looked away the next moment, not daring to attract the attention of this terrifying figure, afraid of becoming The second poor wretch to die without a sound.

"Xu Qi'an, don't you claim to be the master of the people, don't you have a conscience, don't you have a better reputation than the court?"

Emperor Zhende's eyes were sharp, jealous, angry, hated and disdainful, holding the sixty-foot sword, he shouted:

"If you dare to dodge this sword, how many people will die in the city?"

The whole story of the city massacre case has always been a thorn in Joan's heart that cannot be removed. He planned for many years to refine the blood pill and the soul pill, but in the end they were destroyed. King Huai's avatar died in Chuzhou.

For a vicious "demon", this is enough to drive him mad.

What's more, Xu Qi'an broke into the Meridian Gate, beheaded the Duke, and slapped him in the face of the ninety-five venerable in front of the people.

How does it feel to be slapped in the face by such a small person?

Later, Jianzheng, Zhao Shou, and all civil and military officials forced him to commit his crimes, and his face was stripped off again, and he was trampled on.

No matter how deep the city is, people will be furious. What's more, he never hides his evil thoughts. Like Dizong's demon, Emperor Zhende firmly believes that human nature is inherently evil.

"You can try to prevent me from gathering my sword power, but you can't catch up with me. Of course," Emperor Joan of Arc paused, and said with a slightly crazy smile: "You can also hide!"

While speaking, another iron sword flew across the sky and merged into the giant sword, and the momentum increased a little bit.

On the top of the city, there are soldiers trembling, preheating the artillery with trembling hands, and filling the shells.

But the centurion kicked him over and shouted in a deep voice, "Run!"

Such a fairy-like character, how can artillery can deal with it.

In an instant, the soldiers and warriors spread out towards both sides of the city wall like birds and beasts, and the city behind Xu Qi'an was empty.

The gigantic sword is mighty, sixty feet long, and the sword energy pierces the sky. It contains sword energy, which was condensed by a second-rank Renzong with all his strength.

If Luo Yuheng's talisman sword is a second-rank Renzong sword, then Joan's sword is a full-strength sword of a second-rank Renzong expert who has stored his strength for a long time.

The reason why Emperor Zhende summoned a large number of iron swords was simply that ordinary weapons could not withstand his monstrous sword intent, so they had no choice but to do so.

This sword not only contains the brilliant sword energy, but also the power of the heart sword that specializes in beheading the primordial spirit.

Even though Xu Qi'an fused with Shenshu and made his qi boil to reach the peak level of the third-rank, he felt a huge threat and pressure in the face of a second-rank Taoist master whose attack and killing skills were not weaker than martial arts master Ren Zong Jianxiu.

If you insist on this sword, the body may survive, but the soul may not.

Under normal circumstances, he could dodge, but Emperor Jeanne used the people in the city as a threat to force him to take a sword.

This was Joan's purpose in pushing him out of the city.

If you pick it up, you have to bear this world-defying sword.

If he doesn't answer, let alone his reputation, Xu Qi'an's own heart of martial arts will definitely be stained with dust, no matter how difficult it is to be clear-headed.

Under tremendous pressure, Xu Qi'an searched for his own methods in his mind. The Buddhist precepts are not valid for Joan of Arc, unless he is also the second or first rank of Buddhism.

Sitting meditation skills will definitely not be able to stop this sword.

Confucian magic cannot be used. If the sword is eliminated by means of words and methods, the backlash after the event will not be much weaker than bearing the sword.

The supervisor didn't make a move, and it seemed that he was indeed entangled by Salun Agu. Although he had a home court advantage in the capital, Saren Agu was a first-class who had lived for thousands of years. He couldn't beat Jianzheng in Dafeng, so hang him for a while Always no problem.

The last iron sword merged in, and Joan of Arc finally finished concentrating on the sword, his sword fingers trembling slightly, as if he couldn't even control this huge force.

The entire capital city, with three million living beings, was under the coercion of this sword force, panicking and restless.

This is the second product.

Just like Tianwei.

"cut!"

Joan of Arc roared, joy flashed across her face, she manipulated the giant sword with her sword finger, and slashed down with all her might.

Xu Qi'an opened his eyes wide, watching the sky-dipping sword cut down, took a step forward, opened his hands, and roared:

"Knife!"

In the sky, a clear light whizzed over, like a shooting star, surrounded by layers of turbulent clear clouds.

Confucian saint carving knife.

The most precious treasure of Confucianism, Confucian saints once used it to carve a series of classics on bamboo slips.

The carving knife buzzed and trembled, joy never before, it no longer appeared as if performing official duties like the previous two times.

This time, there was a strong emotional fluctuation from the carving knife. It was cheering, happy, and boiling with passion, as if it had returned to the owner's hand.

Holding the carving knife, Xu Qi'an's eyes shone with clear light, he stepped forward again, and stabbed the Confucian saint's carving knife forward.

Sword Qi and Saber Intent collided head-on.

Before the collision, the air world between the two erupted with dazzling flames, 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, the entire space seemed to collapse, and the force of destruction swept across.

The soldiers and warriors at the top of the city fell down in pieces and died unexpectedly.

The city wall behind Xu Qi'an first collapsed with the guardian circle, then the wall cracked, wandered through the gaps, and finally collapsed.

A small half of the city wall collapsed.

The dust on the ground was scraped off layer by layer, and rolled up into the sky with the boiling air flow, like a sandstorm.

There was another bang, and the ground collapsed into a deep pit more than ten meters deep. Xu Qi'an and Emperor Zhende stood still, stepping on the void.

Emperor Joan's face suddenly twisted, his cheek muscles bulged, and his forehead was bruised. His right arm holding the sword finger trembled violently and was extremely unstable.

The light in Xu Qi'an's eyes flashed again, and he roared in a low voice: "I don't believe in kings in my whole life!"

With this roar, above his head, a thousand-handed demon with twelve pairs of arms flashed away, and an image of an old man wearing a Confucian robe and a Confucian crown disappeared in a flash.

Both Confucian saints and Shenshu thought it was very good.

There was a tooth-piercing sound at the joint between the Grala carving knife and the giant sword.

One by one, the iron swords were shattered, or blasted into shards of iron, or melted into molten iron.

After all, Fantie is Fantie. After the sword energy of Renzong's second-rank powerhouse is exhausted, they disintegrate quickly, starting from the node of the attack, and spreading to the whole giant sword.

Xu Qi'an advanced all the way amidst the falling crimson molten iron and pieces of iron, and stabbed the carving knife into Emperor Zhende's chest, and while the opponent roared in pain, he pulled hard.

Picked out a body.

The body was torn apart by the carving knife.

The body of Emperor Jeanne.

Surrounded by golden light and black light, the Yang God left his body, and a clear light on his chest was like a gangrene, which was hard to get rid of.

Joan screamed in pain.

Xu Qi'an was about to take the opportunity to kill the Yang God, when a dangerous picture suddenly appeared in his mind, he turned around and cut out the Taiping knife, and amidst the sound of collision, the two figures separated at the touch.

Duke Huai slid back, and during the process, Joan of Arc's Yang God plunged into it and merged with the last body.

Xu Qi'an calmly waved the Taiping knife, chopping Joan's body into fine pieces, causing him to completely lose the original owner's body and cut off the possibility of resurrection.

"Luo Yuheng told me that Taoist experts in the tribulation period are most taboo against losing their physical bodies, because the profound meaning of the first-rank land immortals is actually the fusion of the Yang God and the physical body.

"Jeanne, without this innate body, you will cut off the chance to be promoted to the first rank. Even if you seize the body, you will not be compatible with Yangshen. Unless you are willing to spend hundreds of years to slowly get used to it."

Xu Qi'an held the carving knife in his left hand and Taiping in his right, with a calm expression.

Zhao Shou told him that the Confucian Sage Carving Knife was more lethal to the Yang God than against a third-rank martial artist.

The carving knife is one of Xu Qi'an's hole cards, and it is part of his king-killing plan.

This knife not only cut off Joan's "future", but also severely damaged his Yang God.

"Damn damn damn."

Emperor Jeanne gritted her teeth and cursed, the malice in her eyes seemed to be real.

"Xu Qi'an, the thing I regret the most is letting you live to this day. I should have killed you at all costs when you killed Cao Guogong and Hu Guogong!"

The emperor, who was polluted by the head of the emperor, lost his ability to manage his emotions and became distraught.

Xu Qi'an watched his gaffe with cold eyes, his chest rose and fell violently, he breathed out and practiced Qi, and regained his strength.

Duke Huai's aura was no longer at its peak, and Joan of Arc was also severely injured by the carving knife. Although his physical strength was exhausted and his aura declined slightly, the balance of victory had already begun to tilt towards him.

Emperor Jeanne roared for a moment, regained some calmness, and stared at Xu Qi'an maliciously:

"After stepping into the second rank, I, like Luo Yuheng, sought a way to quell the karmic fire. Her idea was to double cultivate with the king, and take a deeper step to quell the karmic fire through luck and pass the catastrophe smoothly.

"In the first ten years, I thought the same as her. But the ensuing Battle of Shanhaiguan caused Dafeng to lose nearly half of his luck. This made me both pleasantly surprised and regretful. To my surprise, I saw the longing for longevity, Whether it is martial arts or Daoism, neither can control luck.

"Even if I become a first-rank land immortal, I will die in the end. It is God's help. Unfortunately, Luo Yuheng gave up the idea of ​​dual cultivation with me. This made me lose the opportunity to grab her spirit. In the past 21 years , no matter how much I ask, she will never let go.

"So, I changed my mind. Since Renzong's path is not going to work, why not find another way? I can follow the path of a martial artist, take the avatar of King Huai as the leader, practice blood pills, reincarnate the Flower God, and be promoted to the second rank. Then accommodate the Yang God and become a unique first-rank martial artist in the world.

"Warrior has almost no shortcomings, so naturally he is not afraid of being burned by karma. But the price is to cut off the Taoist system and become a land god. Because I transformed the Sanqing with one breath, and what I transformed was Yuanshen. King Huai and Yuanjing are my sons, but after all Not me.

"The physical body cannot be completely fused, so I have to abandon the original body. Today, you helped me make up my mind."

He squinted his eyes, looked in the direction of the palace, and said slowly:

"Calculating the time, it's almost time! The people in the capital regard you as a hero, and I will kill you, a great hero, today."

He stopped talking and began to fuse the two primordial spirits in his body.

The fusion of earth, wind, water and fire elements turned into streaks of "turbid" energy, lingering around his body.

His qi and blood didn't change, but his breath began to skyrocket.

But Xu Qi'an still didn't pay attention to this instantly powerful enemy, but turned his head to look at the palace.

In the palace, all the civil and military officials, noble clansmen, guards of the imperial army...all of them heard the mournful dragon chant at the same time, coming from the palace of Emperor Yuan Jing.

Countless people followed the sound and looked sideways.

At this moment, the royal family and clan members felt a sudden throbbing pain in their hearts, and inexplicable panic surged up.

It's like the end of the world, like a catastrophe is imminent.

In Shaoyin Palace, Zhan Zhan was lying on the table, frowning, covering his heart, crying:

"It hurts so much, it hurts me to death."

In the square behind the Meridian Gate, the prince was covering his chest, bent over, his face was pale, and the blood had faded from his lips.

"Your Highness, what's wrong, Your Highness?"

The guards behind him were shocked, and the officials looked away again, paying attention to the prince's situation.

Outside the Jingyang Hall, Huaiqing supported Bai Yulan, the real pain shone in the autumn waves, but she did not cover her chest, but clenched her fists tightly, staring at the Jingyang Hall.

"hold head high"

Amidst the deafening dragon chant, a golden dragon broke through the roof of Jingyang Hall, and the people in the palace were clearly visible.

"Dragon, dragon?!"

There were exclamations everywhere.

The spirit of the dragon vein left the ground and left Dafeng.

This golden dragon held a bead in its mouth, and an eyeball was hidden in the bead, which was as deep as a whirlpool.

In a lake somewhere in the imperial city, the spirit dragon's black button-like eyes were staring at the golden dragon swimming in the sky, and it grinned extremely angrily.

Sang Bo, the sculpture of the Founding Emperor, held a brass sword in his hand, which made an ear-piercing sound.

"Look, there is a dragon?"

"Look, everyone, there are dragons in the sky."

Street by street, every pedestrian, at this moment, looked up one after another, looking at the golden dragon that was constantly swimming above the capital city, making dragon roars.

Ordinary people only know Jiaolong, the Jiaolong in the northern monster clan, who often acts as an evil villain in picture books and story books, and has a very vivid image.

"What the hell happened?"

"What happened to those swords just now?"

"I don't know, let's see what the court says. Everyone, go to the bulletin board and wait."

All kinds of abnormalities, as well as the palpitating and disturbing coercion just now, can be sensed by every living creature.

The moment the Dragon Vein Spirit appeared in Guanxinglou, Jian Zheng finally seemed unable to hold back, his calm eyes like ancient wells shot out a dazzling clear light.

The supervisor raised his hand and grabbed Jinlong.

But he didn't catch anything, Jinlong and him seemed to be in a different world.

Salun Agu held the sheep whip in his hand and said with a smile:

"In Dafeng, although I am not your opponent, I can still stop you."

The supervisor is silent.

Emperor Jeanne rose into the sky and said loudly, "Come on!"

The golden dragon was summoned by him, twisted its body, and came under the control of Tengyun.

Joan of Arc stepped on the dragon's head, overlooking Xu Qi'an from a high altitude.

"What are you doing standing so high?"

Xu Qi'an floated in the air, confronting Emperor Zhende from afar.

Emperor Jeanne stepped on the spirit of the dragon's veins, with good luck, and accompanied by the power of a witch god, she felt unprecedentedly confident:

"If Dafeng survives for a day, I will still be the king of a country, with good luck. Xu Qi'an, what do you use to fight with me. You have a Confucian sage carving knife, and I have a national sword."

The sound was like thunder.

At this moment, the sound of boiling resounded 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 clearly, they could clearly hear what Emperor Jeanne had just said.

"That person calls himself "Zhen", is that person Your Majesty?"

"He's fighting Xu Yinluo."

In Dafeng, there is only one person who dares to call himself "Zhen".

"What are you fighting with?"

Xu Qi'an looked straight at him and said calmly:

"Some things, I have to tell you, so that you can understand."

His voice was neither soft nor heavy, and only Emperor Zhende could hear it, and the people in the city didn't have such hearing.

Emperor Zhende looked at him coldly.

Xu Qi'an smiled meaningfully: "Do you know why Luo Yuheng is unwilling to double cultivate with you, because the man she really likes is me."

Joan snorted and said with a sneer, "Provocative method? Stupid, if you think saying these superficial words will 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 against me for so long, didn't you realize that I can also use the sword?"

Joan's face darkened.

"Chu Yuanzhen is on good terms with me, but he is a registered disciple of Renzong, and he is not allowed to pass on his sword skills to outsiders. When I was in Jianzhou, I used a talisman to summon Luo Yuheng. Of course she had to come, because her man was in danger. Otherwise, with her character of living in Lingbao Temple for twenty years, never going out, never making a move, she would make a move for no reason?

"Also, you think she would intervene in the battle between us to help the new king ascend the throne, but what if I told you that she did it because of me?"

Every time Xu Qi'an said something, Joan's face became gloomy.

He coveted Luo Yuheng for a long time. For twenty years, he wanted to double cultivate with her, but was rejected every time.

Now, Xu Qi'an told him that that fairy-like woman who rejected him with a cold face, who seemed to be indifferent to the world, actually fell in love with him and wanted to double cultivate with him?

Even though Joan of Arc was only harboring evil intentions towards Luo Yuheng, when she heard such words, raging anger still inevitably ignited in her chest.

"By the way, there is one more thing."

Xu Qi'an smiled: "You already know that I killed Duke Huai, and that the sealed item under Sang Bo is in my body. Then, you must be very clear about the whereabouts of the princess."

Emperor Jeanne's face suddenly became stiff.

Xu Qi'an said leisurely: "She is my concubine now."

Qi and blood rushed to his face. If Luo Yuheng just slapped his face, then the concubine being taken as a concubine by Xu Qi'an 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 it was later given to King Zhenbei, isn't King Zhenbei also him.

As the king of a country, he absolutely cannot bear such humiliation.

"Xu Qi'an, I'm going to tear your corpse into ten thousand pieces, ten thousand pieces of your corpse!!"

Joan ran away completely, her face twisted, she burst into anger, and roared: "Sword!"

In Chuzhou, the mysterious master had picked up the Zhenguo sword, and Joan of Arc was puzzled for a long time. It was not until Xu Qi'an's identity was exposed that he suddenly realized.

Just like the demon monk under Sangbo was shielded from the sky by the supervisor, Xu Qi'an was able to hold the Zhenguo sword that day, most likely because of the supervisor's help.

If anyone outside the royal family could hold the Sword of Zhen Guo, then that person must be Jian Zheng.

But this time is different, the Duke Huai was a prince back then, but now he is the real emperor.

Moreover, he is the king of a country who has his feet on the spirit of the dragon vein.

Looking at Dafeng, this luck is unique.

At this time, the prisoner was entangled by Salun Agu, and he could no longer stop it.

boom!

Sangbo, the Shanhe Temple in Yongzhen exploded, and the brass sword shot up into the sky, turning into a streamer and flying away.

This stream of light streaked across the sky, across the pupils of everyone who raised their heads, and the eyes of countless people chased that stream of light.

Dabong the most treasured town's national sword!

During the Battle of Shanhaiguan that year, the emperor took out the Zhenguo Sword from the Shanhe Temple in Yongzhen and handed it to King Zhenbei.

This story is very popular.

Zhen Guojian is a symbol of the Dafeng royal family, which is common sense that ordinary people know.

Outside the Jingyang Palace, Huaiqing's face suddenly changed: "Zhen Guojian is in trouble!"

"Zhen, Zhen Guojian"

His Highness the Crown Prince's face was as white as paper, and he looked at Wang Shoufu in extreme fear.

All that happened was completely beyond the limits of his imagination, the golden dragon that suddenly soared into the sky, the majestic father and the emperor who symbolized the royal family, offering a peerless divine weapon to suppress the country.

His act of closing the palace door tightly not long ago, and the careful thoughts hidden behind it, it is impossible to hide it from his father.

Difficulty is imminent.

Wang Shoufu didn't answer, but nodded to him calmly, signaling him not to mess up.

In the inner city, a small courtyard.

The woman in a sarong climbed up the roof carefully along the ladder.

She looked at the sky, but still couldn't see the scene of the battle, and could only hear a few occasional thunderous explosions.

I knew that this day would come sooner or later. After Wei Yuan died, I knew you were going to kill the king. She clenched her fists tightly.

Must be alive.

On the outskirts of Beijing, Taoist Hei Lian, whose breath had weakened to the extreme, regained his figure once again, and laughed wildly as he looked at the threatening and stunning woman:

"Luo Yuheng, did you hear that? The Zhenguo sword is designed to break the physical body of a warrior. When the prisoner is unable to make a move, Joan of Arc is invincible in the capital's territory, no, in the Dafeng territory."

Invincible? Luo Yuheng let out a "huh" and said, "I will let you live for a while."

She immediately turned her head, looked towards the capital, and narrowed her beautiful eyes.

After this battle, you are mine.

The corners of her mouth curled up.

Jianzheng walked to the gossip platform, looking at the streamer that started from Sangbo and swept across half of the capital.

Sarun Agu tightened his grip on the sheep whip.

The two first-ranks didn't fight each other, but their domains were already colliding fiercely, silently.

Everyone's eyes are chasing that ray of light. In this peak duel, the Zhen Guo Sword is the key, the key to the entire outcome.

Xu Qi'an's pupils reflected the light from Zhen Guojian flying in, his pupils dilated slightly, appearing lifeless, showing a void of distracted attention.

What flashed through his mind was the massacre case in Chuzhou, the people who fell one by one, like grass; Xiao Suo's back; it was his eyes that could not be closed when he died in prison.

It is Caishikou, with reverent gazes; it is outside Yuyang Pass, a group of soldiers who are eager to defend their homeland and repel the enemy.

Finally, he thought of the Tsing Yi.

Whether it's reputation or himself, that person doesn't care about it.

That person lived for two things all his life, one was love and the other was faith.

The former is oneself, the latter is the country and the people.

My whole life, why?

He stretched out his hand and shouted: "Sword!"

That stream of light whizzed over and fell into Xu Qi'an's hands.

It never changed its trajectory, from the beginning to the end, it chose Xu Qi'an.

This peerless divine weapon that accompanied Emperor Gaozu on the battlefield abandoned Gaozu's blood and chose an outsider.

Zhen Guojian chose Xu Qi'an, but everyone who saw this scene widened their eyes.

Holding the brass sword, Xu Qi'an yelled again under Emperor Zhende's stiff face: "Linglong!"

Aww!

In the imperial city and palace, countless people heard the roar of the spirit dragon.

The spirit dragon breaks through the waves and rides the clouds and fog. Its nostrils emit a little bit of purple air, and its scales are surrounded by purple light.

Its bones undergo astonishing changes amidst the crisp sound of "clicking". Under the scales, the muscles protrude one by one, and the dragon's body elongates, becoming more slender and more vigorous.

The horns on the top of the head are forked, layers of thick mane grow out of the neck, and the claws and fangs become sharper.

Those two black button-like pupils shrank and elongated, turning into vertical pupils.

It became more like a dragon, a real dragon.

The spirit dragon is controlled by the clouds, and its speed is extremely fast, it seems that it can't wait to rush to its "master".

Xu Qi'an floated lightly on its back, holding the Zhenguo Sword in his right hand, the Confucian Sage 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, why do you use Zhen Guojian?!"

He has the anger of being betrayed by the whole world.

This feeling, like the sharpest weapon, pierced into his heart fiercely.

The Zhenguo Sword was left by Emperor Gaozu. It has spirits and only recognizes members of the royal family. The spirit dragon has to be attached to the royal family in order to survive by devouring purple energy.

However, neither of these two things chose him.

Emperor Zhende 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 all the officials, both civil and military, to the city wall of the morning gate. Looking from the top of the city, he could vaguely see the two sides fighting fiercely in the distant sky.

"Why, why did Zhen Guojian choose Xu Qi'an, and why did Linglong choose Xu Qi'an?"

The prince looked around and said sharply, "Who is going to tell this palace, who is going to tell this palace?"

Especially the Linglong, the prince liked to ride the Linglong when he was a child, and he was proud that the Linglong only got close to the royal family members, which is the exclusive privilege of the royal family members.

The clan does not have such privileges.

Those princesses, princes, and noble heirs could only watch enviously from the shore.

But now, what did he see? Seeing that Linglong was willing to become a "civilian", he fought bloody for him.

I saw Xu Qi'an riding a spirit dragon and fighting fiercely with the king of a country.

The prince was greatly shocked.

The civil and military officials around him looked complicated, but no one could give him an answer.

Yes, why did Linglong choose Xu Qi'an?

Why did His Majesty summon the Zhen Guojian, and it also chose Xu Qi'an?

What is Xu Qi'an's identity?

A series of question marks flashed through the minds of the officials.

What is Xu Qi'an's identity? His identity is not simple, otherwise Linglong and Zhen Guojian would choose him instead of His Majesty.

"He, who is he? Is he His Majesty's illegitimate son?"

A civil servant said in a low voice with a complicated expression.

After listening, the surrounding officials showed deep thought.

The prince's heart suddenly trembled.

"No, Xu Qi'an has passed Double Ten, and His Majesty has practiced Taoism for 21 years, to be precise, 21 and a half years."

"Then how do you explain the situation at hand?"

The prince heaved a sigh of relief, he lost his composure just now, but he actually had the same guess in his heart.

"Because Your Majesty has no way!"

Everyone followed the sound and saw that it was Wang Shoufu.

Wang Shoufu looked around at the ministers, and said loudly: "Everything Xu Qi'an said outside the imperial city is true. Your Majesty colluded with the Witch God Sect, cut off the food and grass of the army, and joined forces with the Witch God Sect to kill Wei Yuan. The emperor has no way, Xu Qi'an cut him down."

The officials were in a commotion.

I have to admit that Wang Shoufu's words are highly credible.

His Majesty has a peerless cultivation, which they witnessed with their own eyes. The choice of Zhen Guojian and Linglong also verified this statement.

He only recognizes the royal family's magical soldiers and spirit beasts, but he chooses Xu Qi'an.

This works better than any evidence.

Faint king!

The word flashed through the minds of the princes.

In the suburbs of Beijing, Luo Yuheng cut off a large piece of thick liquid with a sword, and said with a sneer, "How?"

Hei Lian didn't answer, there was malice and madness in her eyes, but more fear.

He no longer risked his life to fight, only entangled, and he wanted to quit.

His luck is really strong, whether it is Linglong or Zhenguojian, he has chosen him. Luo Yuheng pursed his lips, and his smile deepened.

Also in the suburbs of Beijing, another location.

Chu Yuanzhen sat cross-legged on the spine of his sword, looking at the battle in the distance, the slightest of that terrifying fluctuation made the four tremble with fear.

"This is his trump card?"

Chu Yuanzhen looked at the Saintess of Tianzong beside him, and Zhuangyuan Lang's expression was extremely complicated: "He, what is his identity?"

He used to think that No. 3 was Xu New Year, but later he found out that No. 3 was the sex embryo Xu Qi'an. Now he thinks that Xu Qi'an is still Xu Qi'an, but it may not be Xu Qi'an from the Xu family.

"How do I know?" Li Miaozhen said with blank eyes.

She doesn't care about Xu Qi'an's identity, she only cares about whether Xu Qi'an can defeat Joan of Arc. Will there be any surprises.

"It's incredible, it's incredible."

Chu Yuanzhen muttered to himself.

It is not difficult to understand that Emperor Zhende has no way, and it is not difficult for people to betray their relatives, but this does not mean that Linglong and Zhen Guojian will choose Xu Qi'an.

Faint and unreasonable kings abound, and I have never seen these two beings so active.

So the problem still lies with Xu Qi'an.

In the serious atmosphere, Lina muttered, "I'm so hungry."

"Why? Since you have betrayed everyone, it wasn't Linglong and Zhen Guojian who chose me, but they chose Dafeng."

After Xu Qi'an finished charging, he calmly stabbed out the carving knife, aiming at Emperor Yuan Jing's eyebrows.

Confucian saint carving knife, cutting heaven and earth with one knife, heart sword, lion's roar, and nourishing meaning melt into one furnace.

Jade broken!

Dazzling burst of dazzling clear light

There is no way for a person in a desperate situation to retreat, and he would rather be broken than whole.

This knife is unavoidable.

The earth, wind, water and fire melt into four colors, and a slightly muddy barrier blocks the carving knife.

In the mouth of the dragon vein spirit, in the transparent bead, a black light shot out from the eyeball of the witch god.

"Roar!"

Linglong exhaled a large amount of purple air, poured it into the carving knife, and let the purple air merge with the clean air.

The black light scattered on the carving knife.

The power of earth, fire, water and fire collapsed.

The foreheads of Emperor Zhende and Xu Qi'an were chapped successively, and blood flowed profusely.

"ah!!!"

Emperor Zhende screamed.

Yangshen was hit hard.

There is no way for a soldier crossing the river to retreat, but he can kill the king!

Regardless of the blood flowing from his forehead, Xu Qi'an raised the Zhenguo sword, Linglong turned his head, and sprayed another breath of purple air, wrapping around the sword.

Zhen Guojian buzzed and trembled.

"Spirit Dragon!"

He roared.

The spirit dragon roared and rushed towards the golden dragon and Yuan Jingdi. Xu Qi'an drove the spirit beast and stabbed into the Zhenguo sword.

Jade broken!

It was another broken jade.

The black light flashed repeatedly, and the witch god's eyeballs kept shooting black light, but it couldn't dissipate Xu Qi'an's mind, let alone the purple energy exhaled by the spirit dragon, so it had no choice but to scatter it on the Zhenguo sword.

Emperor Joan of Arc's Yang God was wounded, and at this moment, unable to control the power of the four phenomena formed by the fusion of earth, wind, water and fire, he instinctively punched out his fist and punched out his intention.

puff!

Zhen Guojian ignored Wu Guang, Xu Qi'an resisted his fist, and let the sword edge penetrate Emperor Zhende's chest. He was like a cavalryman with long hair in his hand, picking up the enemy high.

Blood was flowing from Xu Qi'an's chest, and there was also a penetrating wound.

He didn't care, pressed the hilt of the sword, and the Zhenguo sword advanced a little more, the sword energy eroded the vitality of the third-rank martial artist.

Xu Qi'an smiled and said: "Your Majesty, you have practiced Taoism for 21 years, have you ever heard the people crying in your dreams?"

Grab Joan of Arc's neck, draw out the Zhen Guo sword, and cut off Joan's feet.

Emperor Zhende's eyes were red, and after being severely injured, Yangshen burst out his potential, and his right palm condensed the ground, water and fire, melted into a sword of four images, and pierced Xu Qi'an's chest.

"Your Majesty, on behalf of Duke Wei and the 80,000 soldiers, I will collect debts from you." He mocked.

Zhen Guojian chopped off his right arm again.

"You traitor!"

Emperor Zhende felt extremely painful and humiliated. He ruled the court for a period of sixty years. Today, he was provoked by a man with the ancestral sword of suppressing the country, and he angrily reprimanded him face to face.

His remaining left hand clenched into a fist, and hit Xu Qi'an's temple hard.

when!

The loud noise spread all over the world.

Xu Qi'an's seven orifices bled instantly, and the flame halo on the back of his head was almost extinguished.

The Zhen Guo sword cut off the last arm of Emperor Zhende.

All limbs were severed.

Xu Qi'an's bloody face slowly raised a strange orange smile:

"I forgot to tell you that Lin'an and I have made a private decision for life. When I kill you, I will ascend the throne and proclaim myself emperor, take your place, and marry your granddaughter, um, your daughter in name.

"Everything about you is mine. Today, everyone in the capital is watching me kill you!"

Emperor Jeanne's eyes were round and round, and the pupils in the eye sockets were trembling.

Humiliation, unwillingness, anger, resentment and all kinds of emotions surged up. He has gone through two dynasties, lived a brilliant life, and controlled the supreme power.

At the end, it ended in such a humiliating way.

Xu Qi'an put the sword across his neck, feeling extremely happy: "This time, I will destroy your body and make it difficult for you to be reborn."

With a touch, the head rolled off.

Yang Shen came out of his body and fled quickly, Joan of Arc shouted: "Come!"

The spirit of the dragon veins came from the sky, opened its mouth wide, and swallowed Joan of Arc's Yang God into his belly.

"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 restless forever."

Joan of Arc's venomous roar came from inside the golden dragon.

Dragon veins belong to a kind of luck, Xu Qi'an can't do anything with it, the carving knife and Zhenguo sword can't cut it, and although the spirit dragon can swallow the qi, the spirit of the dragon veins is not pure purple qi.

Unexpectedly, the particularity of the dragon's veins finally became his last umbrella.

His physical body is completely destroyed, but as long as the Yang God is still there, he is still a second rank.

At this moment, from Xu Qi'an's arms, fragments of the book from the ground flew out, and a slightly curved dragon tooth flew out of the mirror, and the dizzy charm engraved on its surface lit up.

The dragon tooth whizzed away, easily catching up with the spirit of the dragon veins, and piercing through it!

"No!!"

Emperor Zhende's shrill scream came.

Immediately afterwards, with a "boom", the spirit of the dragon vein exploded into pieces, scattered in all directions, turned into streamers of light, and disappeared at the end of the horizon.

Joan of Arc's sun god was no longer supported, and was attacked by the dragon's teeth, and his sun god was dimmed.

Xu Qi'an charged forward riding a spirit dragon, pierced Joan's eyebrows with a carving knife, and pierced her chest with the Zhen Guo sword.

Dazzling clear light and sword energy bloom.

Yangshen melted like ice under the scorching sun.

"Jeanne, it's time to hit the road."

"Xu Qi'an"

In the cry of unwillingness and pain, Yangshen disappeared.

The emperor, who was overlooking the court for sixty years, completely disappeared.

PS: This chapter was actually finished around 12 o'clock, but after I re-reviewed the manuscript, I found that the writing was not good enough, so I deleted nearly 4,000 words.

Then I edited and deleted it for a long time. I really tried my best to write a chapter that I am satisfied with. This is my last stubbornness. Everyone should scold me lightly, because people are afraid of pain.