"Hmph..."

Emperor Song snorted coldly, and the envoys sent to the Tang Dynasty and the Great Qin for help have not been heard from so far.

As for the Han Empire, the road is long. Even if they are willing to send troops to help, far water can't save the near fire. All in vain.

At this point, he had no choice but to give it a go. Whatever the outcome, he did his best.

"Has a comfortable life worn out your courage to do anything?"

Mo Lingquan stood in the air and looked at the Great Song Emperor with an indifferent expression.

"The dignified emperor, will he only take advantage of his tongue?"

The Great Song Emperor frowned slightly, and looked at Mo Lingquan with a provocative expression, the Great Song Dynasty royal family was a peerless and enlightened martial general, so he would use his strength to fight and strike later, so he would naturally not take the lead.

"Preemptively?"

"It's kind of interesting..."

A meaningful smile appeared at the corner of Mo Lingquan's mouth.

With his right hand in his hand, a long sword condensed from the dark blue Aoi Water Sword Qi appeared in his hand.

Above the blade of the sword, wisps of azure blue were swallowed. As a result, the surrounding temperature plummeted. On the earth centered on Mo Lingquan, there was a heavy white frost at some point, and snowflakes slowly floated in the sky.

Swinging, fluttering. On the battlefield of this Xiao killing, there is a different scenery.

Emperor Song looked at Mo Lingquan with a solemn face, as a party to both sides of the fight, his eyebrows were already dyed with a layer of hoarfrost.

No trace, no hole. He didn't even have time to resist. Or that you don't need to do anything at all.

Because this layer of hoarfrost is simply a natural phenomenon of sudden temperature drops. For a long time, the peerless learning of the Great Song Dynasty royal family has pursued a preemptive strike and leveraged strength.

But at this moment, he had a feeling of preemptiveness and preemptiveness in his heart, which made him very unaccustomed to being on top.

"What kind of kung fu is this..."

Emperor Song looked at Mo Lingquan with a shocked expression, and Mo Lingquan's hand made him feel very passive.

He would not be naïve to think that the flying snowflakes within a radius of ten zhang with Mo Lingquan as the center were just decorations.

"Kill your kung fu..."

A smile appeared on the corner of Mo Lingquan's mouth, the Great Song Emperor actually wanted to play with him and strike preemptively. It's a joke, he wants to see if he strikes first or the other party is anti-customer-oriented, preemptive.

"Arrogance..."

A look of anger flashed on the face of the Great Song Emperor. A judge's pen made entirely of iron and wood fell into his hand.

The judge's pen was full of majestic innate qi, and the tip of the pen shook, and a killing word that was completely condensed by the gang qi was completed in one go.

Mo Lingquan frowned slightly, this method was similar to the martial arts used by Yi'an Jushi Li Qingzhao when he instructed him that day.

However, compared to the martial arts of Li Qingzhao, a Yi'an monk, the techniques of the Great Song Emperor in front of him are simple and easy to understand.

The corners of Mo Lingquan's mouth showed a nonchalant smile.

The dark blue long sword in his hand suddenly burst into a sky-high sword light, and the snowflakes flying within a radius of ten zhang were wrapped in the azure sword light.

An ordinary sword stabbed out, like a swept wave, one after another, endlessly.

The bursts of killing qi exuded above the killing word became weaker and weaker under the dissolution of wave after wave of sword intent, and finally dissipated between heaven and earth.

At this moment, Emperor Song's face changed slightly. Even if he is the king of a country, in the face of the power of heaven and earth, there is no difference between him and ordinary people, and manpower seems so small under the power of heaven, like a drop in the ocean.

"Break it for me..."

The iron and wood judge pen in the hand of the Great Song Emperor crossed a mysterious arc, and a broken character exuding a dilapidated aura of destruction appeared between the two.

As soon as this word appeared, it couldn't help but extinguish the vitality of heaven and earth and strengthen itself.

Mo Lingquan's endless sword intent was frozen for a while in the face of the broken words that exuded an aura of destruction.

At this time, the civil and military officials of the Great Song Dynasty seemed to have forgotten their own situation, and the soldiers of the three armies of Yunlan also stopped attacking, and the two sides looked at the battlering Great Song Emperor and Mo Lingquan with solemn faces.

As the two warring parties, the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty knew that he was suffering. The broken characters that exuded a dilapidated aura of destruction were evenly matched with Mo Lingquan's sword intent one after another.

But he suffered the backlash of that aura of destruction, and gray hairs had already appeared on his temples. But he can't give up, as long as whoever stops first, then whoever will be eaten up by the two forces that are intensifying.

The sea is immeasurable, it is the name of Mo Lingquan's move. Under the baptism of sword intent one after another, the momentum around Mo Lingquan's body became stronger and stronger, and endless edges burst out from Mo Lingquan's body.

"Slash..."

The long sword in Mo Lingquan's hand turned around, and it poured down with an endless edge, directly splitting the broken words that exuded an aura of destruction into two.

"Poof..."

Emperor Song's face turned pale, a mouthful of hot blood spit out, and his breath weakened.

"You're defeated..."

Mo Lingquan looked at the Great Song Emperor with an indifferent expression.

"Defeated..."

The corners of Emperor Song's mouth showed a bitter color.

"Sure enough, he is worthy of being a sword king, and his comprehension of the way of the sword is terrifying..."

Emperor Song looked at Mo Lingquan with a calm face, and at this moment, he had nothing left to let go.

Mo Lingquan clasped his hands, hugged the long sword in his hand to his chest, looked at the Great Song Emperor with a calm face, and did not speak. He was waiting for an answer from the other party.

"Surrender..."

Emperor Jun of the Great Song Dynasty turned his head and glanced at the Great Song Dynasty civil and military officials who were in a trance behind him, and the hundred officials of the Great Song Dynasty who had suffered from gains and losses spoke, his voice hoarse and dry.

"Your Majesty..."

A cadre of civil and military ministers knelt on the ground, looking at the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty with a gloomy face, from this moment, they from the high Song Dynasty nobles, to the slaves of the country, the huge gap in their hearts made some people can't help but cry bitterly.

"Your Majesty the Sword Monarch, this is the jade seal of my Great Song Dynasty..."

Emperor Jun of the Great Song Dynasty turned around, and a Xianglong jade seal appeared in his hand with his left hand. Because of the change of identity, his name for Mo Lingquan has changed.

He dragged the jade seal of the Great Song Dynasty with both hands, raised it above his head, and showed a sad look on his face. Either Caesar or nothing. Overnight, from the king of a country to a prisoner, who can understand the gap in his heart.

"From now on, the Great Song Dynasty will be incorporated into my Yunlan territory and renamed Song County. ”

Mo Lingquan picked up the Great Song Emperor's hands together and held it high above his head, with a smile on his face.

"By the way, where is Han Shizhong?"

Mo Lingquan looked at Emperor Song with a straight face, about Han Shizhong, he had promised Yue Wumu.

"Han Shizhong..."

"He was imprisoned by me in the Great Song Heavenly Prison..."

Emperor Song looked at Mo Lingquan with a bitter expression. Regarding Han Shizhong's surrender to Yunlan, the civil and military forces of the Great Song and Manchu Dynasty were in an uproar at that time.

(End of chapter)