Starting From Huashan Sword Slave, Signing For Ten Years

"If you are interested in the territory and power of the Han Dynasty, I have nothing to say.

"I never imagined that such a noble existence, Your Excellency, would also be greedy for women.

"It turned out that it was because of a woman that you tried to overthrow me, a big man?"

Emperor Shunren laughed back in anger.

He has retreated for decades, the realm he longs to step into, and the existence he needs to look up to now, unexpectedly has such a character.

But Emperor Shunren knew the gap between them.

After decades of retreat, he has only mastered 20-30% of the sword soul. On his own, it is absolutely impossible to be Ye Qing's opponent.

He spread his hands, he was a bit gloomy, "Which princess is Liu Wushuang, you can take it! Including all the princesses and women of the big man! Even those beauties in the Ruthless Palace, the old man is willing to serve you!"

"With your strength, no woman in this world can refuse you, and is qualified to make a request to you!"

Emperor Yuan hurriedly agreed, "As long as you retreat, the big man will let you get what you want, why let a woman lead you by the nose? If you spread the word, the world will laugh at you!"

"Senior, when he opened up the huge Han territory five hundred years ago, he was already an innate master! Taizu just left the southern region to explore a bigger world!

"You really don't need to plant hidden dangers for your future for a ridiculous woman!"

Shen Yue, the chief executive, said hesitantly, with a slightly fearful tone, not daring to be like Emperor Yuan and Emperor Shunren.

Ye Qing tilted his head, seeing how angry they were but did not dare to act, he couldn't help but sneered, and he spoke in a high-sounding manner, as if he was thinking about him.

He thought how proud and noble the royal family would be, and would fight to the death to maintain the majesty of the royal family.

It seems that he overestimated Emperor Yuan and Supreme Emperor.

But no matter how gaudy he said, Ye Qing didn't take it seriously at all. If these people knelt down and begged for mercy, maybe he could still consider letting them go.

But when he heard the name of Han Taizu, he frowned slightly.

Five hundred years ago, was he a congenital master? Congenitally increase lifespan by 500 years, this person will either go further in the next 500 years, or have a few years left to live, or die.

Seeing Ye Qing's hesitation, the aged Emperor Shunren secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Senior is definitely the smartest person in the world to have such strength, and he knows how to weigh the pros and cons."

"I'm sorry, but what you've said so far doesn't sway me." Ye Qing raised his finger and pointed at Emperor Shunren, "You have already reached the threshold of Sword Soul, and within fifty years, you may be able to break through the Innate.

"It doesn't matter if I'm a smart person or not, but...you're not smart enough!

"If you can be more relaxed, don't care about the affairs of the Liu family and the dynasty, and directly agree to let Emperor Yuan abdicate and make Liu Wushuang emperor, then I can ignore you.

"But now... you must die! Otherwise, Wushuang's position is not stable."

Ye Qing was serious.

Emperor Shunren's face changed drastically, he never expected that his own interests would be the reason for his desperate situation.

And Ye Qing ignored him, pointing at Emperor Yuan, "You, a trash, can live!"

Others were not even worthy of his attention.

Emperor Yuan was stunned, hesitant to speak, he wanted to scold Ye Qing angrily, but he didn't want to die, so he could only stare blankly at his grandfather and let Emperor Shunren decide.

"Too much deceit!" accompanied by Emperor Shunren's roar.

The entire city of Han was in turmoil.

Countless lucks that have been gathered and dispersed, like rivers flowing into the sea, are rushing towards the Jinluan Palace and pouring towards Emperor Shunren.

"Why! Why are you forcing me! Even if I die today, I won't make it easier for you!"

Emperor Shunren's withered body and dense veins swelled due to the infusion of strength for a while.

From a 1.6-meter-tall old man with long hair and waist, his stature skyrocketed rapidly. In a few breaths, when all the luck of Han Du was blessed to his body, he turned into a terrifying giant man with a height of one foot. It skyrocketed even more.

"You underestimate the Nine Heavens Dragon and Tiger Luck Formation! Have you seen it? This is the magic of luck! The old man was once the emperor of the big man and the real dragon,

Have the right to control the fate of the big man! You shouldn't have forced me to..."

Emperor Shunren was as imposing as a mountain, laughing ferociously.

Relying on luck, he successfully made up the progress of the sword soul, and his sword soul is complete! The realm briefly stepped into the innate.

Emperor Yuan looked excited, he noticed the aura like Yuanhai, not inferior to Ye Qing at all, he saw hope!

Ye Qing looked up and down, saw the clues at a few glances, and shook his head regretfully, "It is indeed a bit miraculous, but the short-term power obtained by relying on a hundred-year lifespan is no different from a fake... You are not qualified to fight with me."

"Whether you are qualified or not, you will only know after the battle!"

Emperor Shunren, who had greatly increased his confidence, felt contemptuous, and for a while he was so angry that he floated up.

Accompanied by nine five-clawed golden dragons coming out of the phantom, condensed by luck, suspended behind him, roaring ferociously, bursting with dragon power.

His strength is completely different from the internal strength of Jianghu warriors, this is the spirit of dragon and tiger! The quality and level are far beyond the ordinary internal force!

At this moment, he does have some power and influence of the so-called true dragon emperor.

"Is this the true skill of Nine Dragons?" Ye Qing was thoughtful, but shook his head again, "It's not enough."

"Not enough? Then add this!"

Emperor Shunren's voice was powerful, like metal strikes, revealing the majesty of a dragon.

He raised his hand.

In the depths of the palace, a majestic aura shot up into the sky, and a golden light circled over the palace for a circle, passing by like a shooting star.

God soldiers!

A gorgeous and noble sword, from the head to the grid, looks like a miniature five-clawed golden dragon.

This breath alone is enough to deter all heavens.

The divine sword rushed in front of Emperor Shunren. He solemnly held the head of the sword, his eyes were sharp, and the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, "What about this Tianzi sword? The Taizu used this sword to kill five innates one after another. Now, I With this divine sword, can I kill you!"

"Excalibur? This is your other hole card." Ye Qing glanced at it, and suddenly laughed, "If it is other strange weapons, you may have some strength to resist, but the sword... can't."

"Maybe you are the emperor of this magnificent mountain and river, but... if you want to talk about the emperor of swords, I am!"

A breath escaped from Ye Qing's body.

At this moment, all the swords in the entire Handu trembled violently, and then they rose into the sky without being controlled by their masters, flying densely to the Golden Temple, and even the swords in the southern region trembled, as if they were excited about the return of the king.

At this moment, everyone in Handu was terrified, looking at the sea of ​​sky swords.

"The master has started!" Liu Wushuang rushed to the palace, his eyes were full of fanaticism, and his smile was bright.

The Yitian sword at her waist clanked excitedly.

"Go and help him too." She pulled out the Yitian sword.

God soldiers? Xuan Qingzi and the others were stunned, but suddenly, Xuan Qingzi's sleeves shattered, and the broken green dragon jade sword flew out uncontrollably and sank into the ocean.

Immediately, the Yitian Sword turned into a stream of light and rushed to the front of the sea of ​​swords.

The sword that covered the sky and the sun broke through the walls of the imperial palace, and the glorious Golden Temple was reduced to ashes, leaving only a few dragon pillars and the dragon chair on the top.

All the swords, like servants, stood behind Ye Qing, waiting for orders.