"Choke ......" The two long swords were unsheathed at the same time, emitting a clear sound like a dragon's groan.

The two swords swept through the sky like lightning, and they were like dragons soaring for nine days!

Two blue orbs appeared between his eyebrows.

Xuansheng second product! Seeing His Majesty's cultivation, a spark of hope flashed in everyone's eyes again. Although the heads of the civil and military officials are all highly poisonous, and there are rebellious Praetorian Guards around them, as long as His Majesty can defeat Lu Aochen, he can still turn the tide.

The reason why the forbidden army around them had the courage to betray His Majesty, in addition to Lu Aochen's promise of heavy profits, must also have a lot to do with his royal orthodoxy, as long as Lu Aochen died, where would they have the courage to continue.

What they could think of, of course Mu Qingyun could think of it, but seeing the two blue holy beads flashing between His Majesty's eyebrows, his expression did not change at all, and there was even a hint of ridicule.

"Boom!" The swords intersected with thunder, and the turbulent currents rushed and the dust flew up, completely covering the figures of the two.

There was silence all around, and everyone clenched their fists, nervously and expectantly looking at the stage.

The breeze blew, the dust cleared, and the figures of the two appeared in front of them again.

Lu Aochen's sword was already in its sheath, his hands were behind his back, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his face.

On the other side, His Majesty still held the long sword in his hand, standing proudly like an ancient pine, but blood was gushing out of his heart, and there was no life on his face.

But even when he died, he still did not fall, still like a giant tree, trying to use his last strength to support the kingdom and shield his people from the wind and rain.

However, he is still old after all, and the failure of the last breakthrough has already hurt his sea of qi, and his strength has been greatly reduced.

"Your Majesty......" Great grief welled up in my heart, and hundreds of people wept bitterly.

"Father, Emperor ......" The princes standing behind the Fengzen platform also cried in unison.

"Traitor!" The eldest prince headed by him was even more stunned, but he was also highly poisonous, even if he had the heart to die together, he couldn't raise the slightest holy qi at all. Of course, with his cultivation, even if he was not poisoned, he was not Lu Aochen's opponent at all.

"You traitor, I will kill you to avenge Your Majesty!" Suddenly, dozens of figures flew out of the audience at the same time.

All countries on the mainland have established their countries by force, and there is no shortage of masters among the people. These people have all reached the realm of the Soul Saint, the strongest, and even the Soul Saint Seven Ranks, but in today's succession ceremony, none of them carried long swords, and they couldn't exert their strongest combat power at all.

Almost as they flew out, thousands of long arrows burst out at the same time, and there were hundreds of holy arrows mixed with them.

Without a sword in hand, with only flesh and blood, how could he resist such a killing weapon? With just one volley, these holy masters pierced their hearts with arrows and fell into the sky, sprinkling a miserable mist of blood.

Seeing this, all the people around him were cold. Most of them were just ordinary people, and even if some of them were not too high, how could they compete with these Janissaries with giant swords and longbows who had been trained for a long time? What's more, the other party is headed by the descendants of Prince Yuanlong, and even His Majesty died in his hands.

Although everyone was sad and indignant about His Majesty's death, but when they saw this bloody scene with their own eyes, they dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

"The mantis arm blocks the car, and you will kill yourself!" Lu Aochen didn't even look at them, he went straight to the Fengzen platform and picked up the Haotian Sword that had been inherited for tens of thousands of years and symbolized the supreme imperial power.