The Prince of the World

"Thank you lady!"

Wei Zhongxian secretly relieved.

To appease the two concubines, Wei Zhongxian took a roll of golden imperial edict from the storage ring, with a complex face, and said loudly: "The imperial edict!"

Everyone present had to kneel when he heard the words, but Wei Zhongxian said immediately: "Your Majesty, your majesty has deliberately explained, everyone can stand and take orders."

It is said that everyone has a wonderful feeling in their hearts, and feels that even if Yanli becomes an emperor, he is still the original one.

Next, Wei Zhongxian recited the imperial decree. First, the Great Abandoned Palace was named "the first sect of the Great Cloud." Although the Great Abandoned Palace was recognized as the first martial art sect, but with this imperial decree, it was more justified.

The second is to invite Wenren Guifei and Su Guifei to enter the palace as soon as possible.

The third is to invite some disciples from the Great Wasteland Palace to visit the imperial capital. Among them are Xue Zhan and five others.

Xue Zanwu was very happy to hear that Yan Li actually named their name in the Decree.

After the temperance, Lin Jingyun ordered people to prepare a banquet to entertain Wei Zhongxian and the guests and hosts. After the banquet, Wei Zhongxian secretly handed a letter to Lin Jingyun.

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Big Cloud Palace.

Yan Li just finished dealing with today's break, Fan Dongliu came in with a happy look.

"Dongliu, can there be happy events?" Yan Li asked with a smile.

"Your Majesty, you have found what your subordinates are looking for!" During the speech, a narrow jade box appeared in Fan Dongliu's hands. The moment the jade box appeared, the excited voice of the sword spirit came from his mind.

"Hurry, let him get it! It's a fragment of the blood demon sword."

Yanli waved a hand, took the jade box in his hand, and calmly said to Fan Dongliu: "Dongliu, it is hard work."

"It's an honor to be able to do things for your majesty, and why is it so hard to say?" Fan Dongliu sighed quite a bit, but he could be so reused by a Qin country as a minister, which he had never expected before, so , He is full of gratitude and respect for Yan Li.

"Dongliu, I remember you haven't gotten married yet, and you're not too old, you should find a girl to take care of you." Yan Li didn't care about Jian Ling yelling in his mind, still smiling and talking to Fan Dongliu.

"Your Majesty!" Fan Dongliu's voice was a little sobbing, and his eyes were a little moist. The next moment, a firm light flashed in his eyes. "Your Majesty, the minister does not want to have too many ties, let's talk about the matter of marriage!

"Ha ha!"

Yan Li laughed and said: "Dongliu, I understand your thoughts, but you are a big man, and there is no woman in the family to serve is really unreasonable. In this way, this draft will send many beautiful women. Just give you a few! "

"His Majesty……!"

"Okay! That's about it! You go on!" Yan Li waved his hand, interrupting his words, quite aggressively.

"Yes! Retreat!"

Seeing Fan Dongliu retreating, Yan Li opened the jade box, which was lying with a slap of blood demon sword fragments with long cold and overflowing lights.

"Swallow Yan! Hurry! Release me! Hurry!" Jian Ling's voice was more eager and excited, because every time he absorbed a piece of debris, his strength would be improved a lot.

"Okay! Don't worry!"

Yan Li secretly laughed, before he was always counted by the sword spirit, this time, finally got the upper hand.

When his thoughts moved, he took out Wufeng Sword.

"Swoosh!"

Wufeng Sword flew out autonomously, and the tip of the sword touched the fragments of the blood demon sword. Suddenly, a cluster of demon blood sprang up on the sword to cover the fragments of the blood demon sword.

Soon, the debris turned into a drop of **** liquid, and was sucked into it by Wufeng Sword. Suddenly, the blood was full of light, and the mysterious runes on the whole sword were constantly flashing.

When his thoughts moved, he put Wu Fengjian into the mixed-element space, because he knew that every time he absorbed, he would make a lot of movements.

"Swallow Yan ... let me out!"

After half an hour, Jian Ling's voice sounded again, which was different from the previous anxiety, but this time it was full of satisfaction.

In the next moment, Wufeng Sword appeared in Yanli's hands. The Wufeng Sword, a piece of blood demon sword merged, had undergone certain changes. The sword body looked more blunt and the whole sword body looked more ordinary.

However, holding the Wufeng Sword in his hand, he could feel the powerful energy from Wufeng Sword, and it seemed that he could pierce the void with a random wave.

At this moment, a stream of heat flowed out from the hilt, and instantly flowed all over his body, and finally belonged to Dan Tian, ​​making his blood demon true qi a certain qualitative change, thicker and more aggressive.

At the same time, he found that the meridians in his body also became more tenacious.

"Yan Xiaozi, this sword spirit's memory has recovered a bit. Now, let me tell you a set of swordsmanship!" When the spirit of the sword spirit sounded, there was an inexplicable message in his mind.

After reading this group of messages, he could not help but breathe in a cold air, because this set of names is called "Three Swords of Extermination", as can be seen from his martial arts training, this set of swordsmanship far exceeds the "Heaven" he obtained. "A Sword of Swords" and the "Nameless Sword Code" presented to him by Master.

What made him even more excited was that this set of swordsmanship passed down through the blood demon script he practiced. After only a cursory look, he learned a lot about the sword.

The most suitable martial art is the most powerful martial art. "Three Swords of Extermination God" and "Blood Demon Classic" are in the same line, and they have a high degree of agreement with the blood devil's true energy in Yanli's body. After the swordsmanship, there will be a certain understanding.

Since the day of Jianguo, Yan Li's mood has become extraordinarily calm and plain, but after carefully figuring out this set of swordsmanship, he still can't help but feel excited.

"Come here, drive back to the bedroom."

This is not the place to practice. Wait until you return to the palace to study this set of swordsmanship carefully.

The three strokes of the swordsmanship are called: killing all directions, killing all ten directions, slashing the immortals and destroying the gods.

Understanding the essence of swordsmanship in detail, Yanli felt a fierce sword intent from the front. The three-stroke swordsmanship only failed to defend, and the killing intention was awe-inspiring.

Wu Fengjian appeared in his hand, and suddenly a strange feeling of blood connected, closed his eyes, and will do all the tricks in the mind dozens of times.

The next moment, he suddenly thrust a sword into the void.

As soon as the sword came out, there was an unmatched fierce killing opportunity spreading all around. The worship of the four and a half step emperors hidden in the surrounding thunder and lightning was all inexplicably cold.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

The four suddenly rushed into the dorm and found no enemies. They secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, their eyes fell on Yan Li, who practiced the sword, and suddenly appeared shocked.

There are three realms of practicing martial arts: law, potential, and intention.

The so-called law is to cultivate a certain martial arts to the point of incomparably skillful. It can be called the state of law. This state can almost be achieved by the world's martial arts, but the question of the length of time.

The so-called momentum is that the understanding of the move moves beyond the move itself, and can integrate one's own experience into it, forming a special momentum, reaching influence, suppressing the role of opponents, general masters duel, often like to use pressure to overpower people.

In terms of meaning, in simple terms, it is the artistic conception. Through the moves, you can realize a kind of universal truth and reasonableness, just like the "Lifeless Sword Code" passed by Master Xia Houzun. Every swordsmanship contains an artistic conception. If you can't realize the artistic conception, you can't cultivate it successfully.

Generally, martial arts with outstanding qualifications can practice the moves to "potential", but to realize the artistic conception, at least Wang Jingxiu must be cultivated.

The main reason is that the higher the cultivation level, the greater the degree of conformity with the world, and the easier it is to comprehend the principles and mysteries of the world.

Seeing the scene of Yanli refining the sword, the four enshrined Qiaoqi retreated.

"Haha! What a killer!"

Yan Li stood with his sword closed, a smile of excitement on his lips. Unexpectedly, he now easily puts his first move to "Tu Jing Ba Fang" to practice success.

make persistent efforts!

Taking in the mind, Yan Li put all his attention on the second move "Ten Fang Extinction". The essence of this move is the word extinction, and he still exercises dozens of times in his mind.

"puff!"

The wrist trembles, the sword shines, and a tragic breath spreads to all directions, and the air condenses.

"Oh, uh!"

Kuairuo's sword light pierced the void and cut into all directions ...

"It's done again!"

A huge pride rose from Yan Chongxi's bottom. He has never practiced such a joyous practice.

A quarter of an hour later, the third move of swordsmanship was also successful in cultivating the **** and destroying the gods. He knew that by virtue of these three moves of swordsmanship, he was fully qualified to shake Wang Jingwu.

His thoughts moved, he shouted outside: "Feng Lao, please come in!"

The afterimage flashed, and the old wind in a Tsing Yi appeared instantly, "Your Majesty, what do you command?"

"A few tricks to accompany me, I haven't worked with others for a long time, I feel that this kind of work is about to be scrapped!" Yan Li said with a longing.

"Observe!"

Feng Lao nodded his head, his eyes flashed with interesting light. Previously, they were hiding outside, and they felt three completely different, but they have the same sword meaning in the same vein. It was shocked that he had realized the sword's intention before he even entered the realm of the king. Therefore, they also wanted to understand the sword technique that Xia Yanli practiced.

It's just that their identities and Yanli's identities are too aware, so naturally they dare not make a rash request to see his swordsmanship. This time Yanli offered to take the initiative to test, just in line with his intentions.

Holding the Wufeng sword, an awe-inspiring air burst out of Yanli's body. Even if Feng was a half-stepper, he felt a little bit cold.

"Your Majesty, offended!"

Feng Lao took a step forward, but his feet seemed to stretch and shrink to an inch, and immediately reached before Yan left, raising his palm to his chest, but the strength of his hand was only controlled in the secret five.

Slay everything! ! !

Yan Li's eyes narrowed slightly, and the surrounding aura suddenly changed. At the next moment, a cluster of sword lights flashing across the universe like a comet flashed.

From flash to flash, Feng Lao's expression suddenly changed, because he felt that his eight major points in his body were actually locked by Yan Li Jianguang, and even a threat of death rose in his heart.

In the face of death, where did he dare to keep it?

"boom!"

The true energy possessed by the half-step emperor is terrifying. He is like a burning meteor, and there is a very hot momentum around him. With a whine, he broke free from the sword light and jumped ten meters away, still carrying on the face Feeling palpitations.

If he is not a half-step emperor, I am afraid that he will die under the sword of Yanli.

"What a horrible sword!"

He secretly said, but then he thought that his emperor, a half-step emperor, was forced to flee by Yan's five secrets, even though the other party was the most honorable person in the Dayun Kingdom, he still felt a sense of discomfort .

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

Feng Lao sipped and raised his hand.