Yuan Ji raised his sword sideways one after another to resist, and in the moment he avoided the attack, he crossed the sword body with two fingers, and a strange blue light suddenly spread all over the sword body!

"Ride the wind!"

Yuan Ji smashed the floor and flew out, the Seven Slaughters buzzed and roared, and a straight sword trail suddenly slashed!

Boom!

The short dagger broke into two at the moment of contact, Liu Xiuliang reacted like electricity, threw the short dagger out with his backhand, and went straight to the back of Yuan Ji's heart!

Yuan Ji quickly turned around and raised his sword to sweep, and swept away the broken blade with a bang!

Wow, wow, wow!

The hurried footsteps sounded, and Liu Xiuliang grabbed the white blade with his empty hand to clamp Qitu, and then threw it violently to the side!

With a buzz, Qi Tu Fei pierced into the hollow door carving and trembled. And not only that, Liu Xiuliang was already approaching and hit Yuan Ji fiercely!

Seeing the handover of two fists, Liu Xiuliang walked quickly, punched like the wind and hit the fatal point with his fists!

Yuan Ji retreated and dodged one after another, and immediately raised his arm to block, but this other punch had already hit!

He dodged sideways again, then quickly bent down to dodge his opponent's flying legs, seizing the moment to turn his body into the air with his legs crossed.

A slalom kick!

Bang, this kick Liu Xiuliang slammed into the door, the broken wood fell crookedly, he struggled to push open the broken wooden door, and immediately raised the back of his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He spat at the blood foam and said with a smile, "Kung Fu is good."

Yuan Ji looked back with cold eyes and said, "You are also so-so."

Liu Xiuliang turned his eyes to stare at a certain place, he suddenly leaned over and lifted the curtain, pulled out the Heng Weng who was hiding in it, and immediately grabbed his belt and pulled it out violently!

Just heard the clang, the thin knife as thin as a cicada's wings was full of murderous intent between twists, stabbing at Yuanji at a very fast speed!

Yuan Ji quickly raised his leg and kicked Liu Xiuliang's wrist, and then swept past him and rushed towards the door.

He reached out to grab Qi Tu who was stuck in the door, and Liu Xiuliang had already jumped into the air after him.

I saw that he raised his hands high, and the thin knife covered with black ink-like flames had already slashed towards the top of Yuan Ji's head with the momentum of opening mountains and slashing seas!

At the moment of extreme crisis, Jiang Wushuang screamed in fright!

Yuan Ji had already caught Qi Tu, he turned abruptly on the floating ground, and stabbed back extremely quickly!

Shocking!

Liu Xiuyong watched this scene in shock, Liu Xiuliang in front of him stood stiffly in place with a thin knife in his hand, and his chest gradually turned crimson.

The sword pierced the armor and the heart.

Liu Xiuliang's mouth was bleeding, he took away his smile, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the blade of the sword on his chest to make his body nearly an inch, and at the same time cut the knife in his hand again!

Poof!

Yuan Ji suddenly pulled out the Seven Slaughter Horizontal Sword to block it, and then Liu Xiuliang, who slapped his palm heavily, flew out upside down and crashed into the everlasting lamp.

The knife fell not far from his side, Liu Xiuliang gritted his teeth and wanted to reach for it, but just as his fingers were about to touch the handle of the knife, he kicked lightly with one foot.

Roll away a little with a thin knife.

"You ......" the corners of Liu Xiuliang's mouth overflowed with blood blisters, "Dog Emperor......"

"My good son." Emperor Jingcheng propped his knees and looked down at him, "I'm telling you one thing, your sacrifice tonight is your mother's arrangement."

Liu Xiuliang's eyes widened, and he seemed to let go of the hand that was pressing the wound in disbelief, and immediately pulled Emperor Jingcheng's dragon robe.

"My mother, she will never ......" Liu Xiuliang gasped violently, and then roared with all his might, "She will never!"

"She will." Emperor Jing Cheng allowed the blood on his hands to stain the five-clawed golden dragon embroidered with great charm, "Because of all your actions." He leaned in and whispered, "She told me."

Rumble!

The thunder that shook split a brilliant blue light in Liu Xiuliang's pupils, and he widened his pupils and tightened the placket of Emperor Jingcheng's clothes.

"No......" he ripped at the golden dragon that symbolized imperial power, "Mother...... Mother's ......"

Jingcheng

The emperor broke his hand and immediately looked at Yuan Ji with a scrutinizing gaze.

He looked at it for a long time, and then said in the sound of the earth-shattering battle outside the building, "You have your mother's eyes."

Yuan Ji held the blood-dripping Seven Tu, looked at his biological father, and said, "I have something to ask you."

The rumbling thunder rolled in the belly of the clouds, and the blue light that appeared reflected the side face of Emperor Jingcheng.

"You were on the flower boat back then." Motoyoshi took a step, "How did she die?"

The torrential rain was accompanied by a strong wind, and the candles of the ever-bright lamps were blowing and whining.

"Fire." Emperor Jingcheng recalled the scene at that time, "The entire flower boat was burned, and the bed was full of dead people, and someone wanted to kill me."

Emperor Jingcheng's eyes reflected the candle flame of the ever-bright lamp, and in the flickering room, it brought him back to the night of the Chongwu year.

The earth-shattering shouts of killing were like the murderers on the flower boat waving their murder weapons, and all the seven states fell in a pool of blood. And he hid in the cabin and shivered, until the door of the big ship was pushed open, and the old bear strode in.

The flames burned the fine window edges, and the tongues of fire kissed the curtains.

The bloody fist was raised in front of his pale, and in his almost uncontrollable roar, Le Wushuang rushed in with the baby in his arms, blocking in front of him.

"You can live." Old Bear's eyes were full of murderous intent staring at him, and then he looked sideways at Le Wushuang with a determined expression, "But she must die."

Emperor Jingcheng seemed to be staring at his past appearance, so cowardly and helpless, staring at the old bear with resentment in the fear of death, and biting his lip.

Le Wushuang stood at the stern of the boat with the baby in her arms, and she sighed with her back to Emperor Jingcheng.

Emperor Jing Cheng remembered that it was the most painful sigh he had ever heard, and when Le Wushuang turned to face him, he wanted to bow his head in shame.

The plain hand held his chin, kneading and playing with it as if it had been in the sweet days of the past. The words were as calm and firm as their first acquaintance.

"You're the Emperor." Le Wushuang smiled with tears, "If you die, what will happen to this world?"

Emperor Jingcheng choked up and blurted out, "Then what should you do?"

"Me?" When Le Wushuang lowered her head, the strands of hair fell on the side of her face, she looked at the baby in her arms tenderly for a long time, and then suddenly smiled at Emperor Jingcheng with the most beautiful smile in the world, "I'm just a geisha, I died but I lived you, this is the happiness of the world." Don't you know how to choose?"

The old bear crossed his arms and watched at all times, and Emperor Jingcheng looked back at him, his eyes full of begging.

But there was no pity in the other party's eyes, only a cold gaze.

Le Wushuang shook the sleeping baby in his arms and said, "This is where I grew up, I live here, and I will die here. But I'll be there in the future." She looked at the stars and said hopefully, "Right there, as it is written in that poem, looking at you all the time. Do you remember? That poem."

"When I'm drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water." Emperor Jing Cheng followed her line of sight to look up at the stars in the sky, and finally his gaze fell like a meteor, looking at Le Wushuang's face, he whispered softly in pain, "The boat is full of dreams and the galaxy."

Le Wushuang stroked his face and smiled, and said softly, "Yes, the boat full of dreams is in your mind, and I am looking at you above the galaxy. Jingcheng, let it go."

Le Wushuang grabbed his hand and pressed it to his chest, clenching it heavily.

Emperor Jingcheng wept bitterly, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and he couldn't choose between clenching and loosening, and finally in a sudden cry.

Pushed the hand away.

The loud cry of a baby resounded in the night sky, and Emperor Jingcheng watched Le Wushuang fall into the lake.

She held the baby in her arms, the lake was rippling, she opened her eyes, smiled, and looked at Emperor Jingcheng.

Slowly, slowly.

sank to the bottom of the lake.

Rumble!

The thunder shook the heavens and the earth, the thunder snake twisted and turned, and the clouds rolled, Emperor Jingcheng looked at Yuan Ji and said.

"I killed her."

The wind is like snow, and the thunder and cirrus clouds are running.

The ever-bright lamp swayed between the swaying figures of a father and son who had never met,

Yuan Ji stared at Emperor Jingcheng, the spiritual power on his body suddenly surged after hearing the answer, and the dark blue fluorescence oozing out the black qi hidden in the depths.

"You are calm to hear of your mother's death." Emperor Jingcheng's expression was like ice, "You're not angry at all?"

Yuan Ji shook his head slowly and said, "Le Wushuang and I have never met, she just gave birth to me, and it doesn't matter to me that you kill her. But the second thing I'm looking for you is especially important."

Emperor Jingcheng's palm shook over the candle flame, he felt the scorching temperature, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Seven years of Nakaei." Yuan Ji's expression was solemn, "Why did you kill King Zhen?"

Emperor Jingcheng didn't seem surprised that Yuan Ji asked about this, and he asked with great interest, "You asked about Zhen Yi's death, what does Zhen Yi have to do with you?"

There were suddenly a few cracking sounds from the beams and pillars on the roof of the building, and everyone present was shocked to see a red shadow floating quickly in the fluttering wind and rain.

Waiting for the person to land, the long sword as pale as snow has already lit up like autumn water.

Snow Sword!

"My father broke the right court of the desert in the Zhongyong period, stepped on the sand with ten thousand horses, fought bloody battles against foreign criminals, and shocked my Zheng Guonan's bones!" Zhen Kexiao raised his sword and pointed at Emperor Jingcheng, "But you summoned him to ride into the capital alone, and even cut off his head outside the Golden Palace. Emperor Jingcheng, I am the last orphan of the Zhen family, Zhen is ridiculous. I've endured it for four years, and I'm waiting for you to seek justice today!"

The wind and clouds were blowing, and Emperor Jingcheng's robe was swaying and drumming, and he frequently made Zhen Kexiao with great interest, saying, "Zhen Yi's daughter, not bad, not bad. Grown up, and now avenges his father. Justice, justice, you want justice, but what about him?" He pointed to Motoyoshi, "You brought my son to seek justice for my treason? It's really fun, it's so funny."

Zhen Kexiao's delicate face was full of anger, and her killing intent at this moment and the Shocking Snow Sword in her hand were full of cold spiritual power!

"My Zhen clan has been dedicated to Zheng Guo since ancient times." Zhen Kexiao's face was as cold as ice, "Since the ancestors broke the city gate for Zheng Guo, the Zhen family has guarded the border and stuffed the red pass for the Liu family for generations! The family members are protons in Chongdu, and they will fight bloodily outside, and they have never complained here. The commander of the army obeyed the order of the Son of Heaven and was loyal. And when it comes to your mouth, it is a false treason, Jingcheng, you are really full of nonsense."

"Edict of the Son of Heaven. Well said! Zhongyongnian Biansai scout expedited express, Zhen Yi intended to go out of the jam to suppress the enemy. A general in charge of an army of 100,000 wants to go out of the fortress to exterminate the foreign invaders. Then dare to ask, if there is no desert, then what should be done with 100,000 male armor here? Shall I issue an edict for them to be disarmed and return to the fields, or will they be sent back to the capital to garrison?" Emperor Jingcheng sneered, and his fingertips tapped heavily on the table, "From the moment the scout reported to Chongdu, he Zhen Yi was already a criminal who deserved death. Even if he is brave, he never worries about me for a moment, and I will not kill him." He pointed to the crown on his head and said in a deep voice, "Shall I give him this crown?"