The Human Emperor

The first five hundred and eighty-five chapters

Hey!

In all directions, countless notes erupted from the air. At the same time, a sword was coming to the extreme, and at an astonishing speed, it came to Wang Chong.

"Miyak, business, horn, levy, feather, Confucianism, there are some good things!"

Wang Chong'an sat on the horse's back, his eyes narrowed, and he was not affected by the music. With his current mental strength, he can influence his things, whether it is notes or mental strength.

"The practice is a good practice, but it is a pity that the martial arts of the people who are performing are worse!"

Slightly said this sentence, the next moment, Wang Chong eyes slammed open, the right hand five fingers open, seems to be slow and fast, fierce palm outstretched, into the void.

"boom!"

When it was late, it was fast, only to hear a loud noise. The next moment, in the eyes of everyone, Wang Chong took a palm outstretched, in the place where there was no one, like a steel tongs, steep grasp A quaint silver-and-white sword.

The long sword that broke the hair was in the hands of Wang Chong, just like a blunt wooden stick, and it could not be moved in the hands of Wang Chong. After the sword, the sword ghost who is holding the hilt, also in a strange gesture, was caught by Wang Chong, head and feet, set in the void.

"How can this be?"

This time, the sword ghost eyes flashed, watching the long-haired young prince on the horseback, the face was extremely shocked.

He exerted the most exquisite swordsmanship, even steel could not bear his blow, but Wang Chong actually caught his sword with one hand like the eagle caught the chicken. What makes the sword ghost even more shocking is that although the dance of the music is from music theory, it is also a terrible killing technique. The sword is full of explosive kendo.

It’s simply impossible to grab a sword like Wang Chong.

But when they really played against each other, the sword ghost discovered that his singer's sword was in contact with Wang Chong. The suffocation in the blade was like a stream of water. It was swallowed by Wang Chong, and the explosive suffocation did not set off a little bit.

This is like Wang Chong's body, like a bottomless pit.

This is by no means a normal phenomenon. Even inside the Confucian, the sword ghost has never encountered such a strange scene.

There is only one explanation for this situation -

Wang Chong’s strength is far more brilliant than him!

This time, the heart of the sword ghost suddenly sinks to the bottom of the water.

Looking at the boy in front of him, the first time in the heart of the sword ghost, there was a fluster. He has always been unable to afford this King of Datang, so he did not think that he might not be Wang Chong’s opponent at all, so he would impulsively go up.

"Not good! Back!"

"No, the sword ghost is going to have an accident!"

In the distance, Song Lao and Zhu Jing and others have changed their faces. When they saw the sword ghosts rushing out, they had already stopped, but the sword ghosts acted too fast, and even more terrible, the sword ghosts were reckless and simply did not know who they were fighting.

"Stop him!"

For a moment, Song Lao and others no longer care about the others, and they rushed out from the crowd and headed for Wang Chong in the crowd.

In the distance, the initial impulse and anger in the spirit of the sword ghost disappeared at this moment without a trace.

"Retire!"

In the light stone fire, the sword ghost is pale, and only the thought is left in the heart.

His five fingers are loose and he wants to shoot out later.

"Hey, are you leaving now?"

Seeing this scene, Wang Chong is just a sneer, even the strongest of the Tigers and the Immortals have been killed by him, not to mention the swordsman, who has not yet entered the military.

"Hey!"

The light flashed, just in the moment when the sword ghost retreated, Wang Chong did not hesitate, and immediately shot.

"Exotic king, his mercy!"

When it was said that it was too late, just as Wang Chonggang shot, in the direction of Gongmen, a cold voice suddenly sounded, and a figure slammed through the palace gate at a very fast speed, coming in the direction of Wang Chong and Jian Gui.

"The son!"

"The son is here!"

In the distance, Song Lao, who is coming to Wang Chong, heard this cold voice and was overjoyed, and no longer rushed to Wang Chong.

"Hey, what's coming!"

Wang Chong’s eyes were on the six-way ear, and Li Junyi had just noticed that he had already noticed. At this time, I want to save the sword ghost, how can Wang Chong let him succeed.

"what!"

When the golden light was on, the earth shook, and everyone around it was too late to rescue, and it was pressed by Wang Chong.

The majestic suffocation is like a slap in the face, and the sword ghost who is going backwards is slammed on the ground from the air, making a screaming horrible horror.

boom!

At the same time, almost at the same time, a milky white awkwardness in the distance, like a flying rainbow in the sky, directed toward Wang Chong on the horseback.

On the horseback, Wang Chong calmly smiled, and the left palm was sharply shot. A golden scorpion was like a landslide and tsunami, and it was struck with the milky white suffocation.

Just listening to a loud noise, Wang Chong stood on the horse's back and motionless. Even the white hooves under his knees stood firm, and Li Junyi in the distance looked cold and stopped.

As for the sword ghost, Wang Chong stood on the horse, just reached for a photo. The sword ghost has been shackled in his hand, sealing all the meridians and suffocating of the limbs.

Seeing this scene, all Confucian people are in the cold, but soon, too late to think, everyone has jumped to Li Junyi.

"Wang Chong, let go of my men!"

Li Junxi was dressed in a suit, his eyes were cold and cold, and he quickly passed through the crowd and came in the direction of Wang Chong.

"It’s a small chapter counselor!"

In an instant, the crowd gathered around it became more and more turbulent. Countless people have pointed their eyes and recognized the few chapters of the priest who are now in the hall.

The dispute between the Confucianism and the Confucianism was precisely carried out between Li Junjun, the Shaozhang Counselor and Wang Chong, who was represented by Wang Chong. After the dispute between the last military and Confucianism, the two men competed again and again at the palace gate. The outside world met together.

The atmosphere was subtle and suddenly became tense. The eyes of countless people gathered at the same time as Wang Chong and Li Junyi who came slowly.

Even the panicked Hu people in front of the palace, as well as the spy leaders of various countries, felt that the changes in the atmosphere had come over.

"It finally appeared!"

Seeing Li Junxi, the Mochi in the crowd finally got a long sigh of relief. Wang Chong is too strong, and that kind of strength is simply unstoppable. Looking at the world, I am afraid that only Li Junxi can fight against it.

In the crowd, Wang Chong did not pay attention to other people, and his eyes quickly fell on Li Junxi. During the pilgrimage, there was no special thing. The ministers who participated in the dynasty were never able to leave the mosque that was being discussed.

Under normal circumstances, Li Junyi could not have appeared here, but Wang Chong is not surprised by the development of the matter.

Confucianism’s control of the court is far more powerful than imagined, and it is not surprising that this incident has appeared on him.

"Do you say the following people who are committed to your subordinates?"

Wang Chong'an sat on the horse's back and glanced at the swordsman who was caught in the palm of his hand like a chicken.

"Bastard! Who do you say the following!"

The sword ghost heard this sentence is unstoppable. Although Wang Chong sealed his anger and meridians, he did not control his ability to speak.

"Hey, I am a prince of Datang, what are you, I dare to shoot for me!"

When Wang Chong spoke, he didn't even look at the sword ghost, but the latter looked awkward and suddenly became angry.

Yes, although the power of Confucianism has always been beyond the court, it has never been subject to secular jurisdiction, but now it is in the capital of Datang, Wang Chong is the prince of Datang, and this identity is firmly pressed against him. .

"Wang Ye, depending on the subordinates, this is an assassin. It is a person who is specially sent to deal with the prince. Check the people behind him and you will be able to detect clues."

At this time, Su Shixuan suddenly debuted, Shen Sheng.

Hey, when I heard this sentence, Jian Ghost and Li Junxi both changed their faces, and Wang Chong sat on the horse and saw that this scene was just a cold smile.

At the beginning, in order to deal with himself, Li Junyi took his own ministry directly, and some people were even put in prison.

Wang Chong is now only relying on his own way, let Li Junyi feel the feelings of being captured.

"Wang Chong, you bastard! This thing is what I did, it has nothing to do with our son. If you have anything, just rush me!"

The sword ghost shouted.

However, Wang Chongli did not care for him. He just gave a hand and gave the person to Su Shixuan.

"Come, bring him to me!"

On the opposite side, Li Junxi’s face changed and changed.

"The alien king is really a good means, so is it specifically to report the previous ‘Imperial Enemy’?”

Li Junyi is cold.

"He took the initiative to swear by the king. Didn't I still marry him? The Shaozhang sergeant is a court minister. Isn't the Donald's law not read?"

Wang Chong is opposite.

Li Junyi heard the more and more cold ice, and Wang Chong died with the sword ghosts swearing at him. This point, even Li Junyi can not deny.

"Let's get involved, less chapters, help me!"

At this time, a cry of helplessness was introduced into the ear. Not far away, the servants of Wang Chong and others squandered the leaves and the princes and princesses of various countries, and Li Junxi screamed in front of them. stand up.

"Let's get involved, let them let us go!"

If the servant leaves the leaves and others, they will be rescued.

Sword ghosts they don't know, but Li Junxi knows. This time I can save them, I am afraid that only Li Junyi.

"Exotic king, I don't want to talk to you for the time being, but the servants are detached and they immediately let me go! Come on! Untie the ropes from the princes and the princesses."

Li Junxi looked at the princes and princesses of the countries that were **** by the five flowers. They were angry and raging, and their arms waved. They were so old, bamboo mirrors, etc., they didn’t want to, and they immediately rushed toward Wang Chong’s escort. Fly.

"Hey, who dares!"

Wang Chong’s eyes were cold, his fingers flicked, and the air trembled in an instant. A milky white sword was so bright and incomparable. He shot and quickly stopped Song Lao, Zhu Jing and others. The sharp sword air was drawn on the ground. A hook that is several inches deep.