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Chapter 780: The Imperial Capital

Almost as soon as Ning Chong had just left with Nalan Weak Snow and Xiaoting, there was a sudden fluctuation in the sky, and a big hand as huge as an optimus pillar tore through the space fiercely, poking out, and an angry voice roared: "Who is it! Who dares to harm me Lang'er!"

With this roar of rage, the space was torn open with a huge crack, and the chaos of Juliè shook between heaven and earth, causing the nearby clouds and winds to be ferocious and furious, swallowed by the huge spatial crack. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The chaos didn't stop until a monster covered in green flames fully emerged.

I saw that the monster was like a giant dragon in size and length, covered in fluorescent and hard scales, and on its huge head, a hideous one-horned fiercely pushed out.

As soon as the monster appeared, it was immediately covered in green flames, and its size suddenly shrank a hundred times, and it had already turned into an old man with green hair.

The old man was extremely tall, with big hands and feet, a pair of green eyes with a fierce light, and a hideous face.

The old man's eyes swept over the battlefield that had been destroyed not long ago, and then his eyes were locked on Sima Lang's corpse. His figure flashed, and in an instant, he came to Sima Lang's corpse and examined it carefully.

The light in his green eyes flickered, and the old man calmed down at this time, and said with a solemn face: "I have been sleeping in retreat for a hundred years, if it weren't for Lang'er's murder, I'm afraid I would continue to sleep." With the strength of Lang'er Wuzong, among the great cadres, there are only a handful of people who can harm him...... There are such terrible traces of battle at this scene! Could it be that the old monster of the royal family has made a move?"

After a slight pause, the green-haired old man snorted coldly. He said to himself: "Hmph! In any case, the royal family of Daqian should also settle the account, even if the old guy Qianwu is still alive, for me now, it is just a small problem with a little effort!"

Before the voice fell, the figure of the green-haired old man was blurred for a while, and the next moment, the whole person had already disappeared in space......

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The imperial capital has not been calm for several months, since the reigning emperor and several princes were murdered together. The sky above the imperial capital was like a thick cloud floating in the sky. Never dispersed.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the gray sky was covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and Wang Qiangui of Zhennan breathed white air in his mouth and withdrew his gaze from the golden railing of the mansion. There was a look of smiling on his thin face.

Behind Qiangui. A black-robed man who couldn't see his face spoke, "Is King Zhennan still worried about something?"

Qiangui straightened his luxurious mink coat. Rubbing his hands, he said, "Your sect seems to be quite ambitious. ”

King Zhennan laughed, if he didn't have ambition. Why should I, the Imperial Martial Sect, cooperate with you? Let me tell you the truth, my ancestor of the Imperial Martial Sect has come out of the mountain, and everything has already become a foregone conclusion. Obeying orders is the right way, if you cooperate with my Imperial Martial Sect, it is a sure thing to ascend to the throne of Daqian!"

Hearing this, Qiangui smiled but did not answer, put his hand back on the railing, and silently stared at the main street outside the mansion that was wide enough to accommodate eight horses at the same time.

The main street is lined with guards on both sides, and civilians and ordinary people cannot pass through the main street at all. At this time, the main street is crowded with well-dressed and talkative figures.

These big people will not be unfamiliar to those who have a little knowledge, because they are the real power figures in the big families and big forces, including the seventeen families of the Great Qian Empire!

Soon after, in the Forbidden City, a meeting of the fate of the great cadres will be held, and these big men have come from all directions for the benefit of themselves and their families.

I don't know when, on the avenue, two luxurious carriages slowly drove along the avenue.

On this avenue, under normal circumstances, horse-drawn carriages are absolutely not allowed to walk, and for a while, everyone's eyes were focused on the first carriage.

Because of the proximity, everyone can clearly see the high-headed horse-drawn carriage, the luxurious carriage is inlaid with gold and silver, and there is a dragon-shaped emblem in the center. From this emblem, the identity of the owner of the carriage has been called out of the last bloodline of the royal family of Daqian, the eldest princess is unparalleled!

Compared with the luxurious carriage of the eldest princess, the other carriage is not much inferior, the black carriage is depicted with a fierce flying eagle pattern, and the owner of this carriage is the famous "long family" whose strength is enough to make any big force dare not look sideways!

After driving along the avenue for a while, two carriages drove into the Forbidden City with the flow of people.

As soon as the carriage stopped, the door of the carriage of the Changjia family opened first, and everyone present couldn't help but focus their eyes on the heroic young man who jumped out of the carriage at the same time.

This heroic young man is Chang Kuan, the first heir of the Chang family.

Compared with a few years ago, Chang Kuan was obviously more stable, his eyes were like eagles, his serious face was full of unangry and arrogant spirit, his lips were thin, and the beard on his chin was neatly trimmed, and every place showed that he was commensurate with the identity of the heir of the first great lord of the Great Qian.

Chang Kuan was wearing a black mink robe, and under the robe was a long sword. At a glance, this long sword knew that it was not a flower frame used by many nobles to decorate, but it was extremely commensurate with the identity of Changkuan martial arts genius.

However, Zhennan Wang Qiangui, who had also rushed to the Forbidden City, looked at the long and wide matching sword and snorted coldly.

According to the law of Daqian, no one in the Forbidden City is allowed to carry weapons after entering, although in this high-martial world, this rule is actually just an expression of respect for the royal family, but it has always been strictly observed.

But Chang Kuan was wearing a long sword at this time! This small detail reflected a lot of things, in addition to the strength of the Chang family, I am afraid that it was also the honor that Qian Wushuang specially gave Chang Kuan.

Chang Kuan got out of the carriage, and immediately stepped forward and opened the carriage door for Qian Wushuang.

The light purple dress was like a cloud that suddenly rolled up, Qian Wushuang slowly stepped out of the carriage, she raised her head slightly, her dark black eyes seemed to contain autumn water, faintly flashing clear and melancholy brilliance, and the carefully combed green silk fell softly on her slender shoulders, making people feel pity.

Compared with a few months ago, the originally lively and playful princess of Daqian has become silent and silent, and her bloodless face shows her tiredness and tiredness, but she is the only seedling left in the bloodline of the Daqian royal family, and she must continue to carry the huge empire with her slender shoulders.

Everyone present didn't care much about the fate of the royal family, only looked at Qian Wushuang's eyebrows, and subconsciously held their breath. (To be continued......)