That martial artist may think that his cultivation is good, and he is also a character, even if he can't get involved in this level of fighting, he can always speak, right?

So he simply asked.

Emperor Zhende looked at the master who was at least a fifth-grade master, but he only squinted, he didn't see the move, he didn't see the qi, and the master who poked his head out and asked loudly, and his body suddenly fell from the city.

The primordial spirit was annihilated, and the death was silent.

The city was silent, whether it was ordinary soldiers or martial artists, they all brushed back, looked at the "King Huai" in horror, and looked away at the next moment, not daring to attract the attention of this terrible person, for fear of becoming the second poor worm who died silently.

"Xu Qi'an, don't you claim to be the master of the people, aren't you the conscience of Dafeng, aren't you one person with more prestige than the court?"

Emperor Joan of Arc's eyes were calm, jealous, angry, hateful, and disdainful, holding the sixty-zhang giant sword, and shouted:

"This sword, if you dare to dodge, do you know how many people will die in the city if the sword is cut down?"

The beginning and end of the slaughter of the city has always been a thorn in Joan of Arc's heart that cannot be removed, he has been planning for many years, refining the blood pill and the soul pill, but it was destroyed, and the body of King Huai died in Chuzhou, stealing chickens and rice.

For a flamboyant and vicious "demon dao", this is enough to make him mad with anger.

What's more, Xu Qi'an broke into the noon gate, slashed the prince of the country, and slapped him in the face in front of the people.

What does it feel like to be slapped in the face like this by a small person?

Later, Jian Zheng, Zhao Shou and hundreds of civil and military officials forced him to issue an edict against himself, and his face was once again peeled off and trampled on.

No matter how deep the city is, people have to jump like thunder, not to mention, he never hides his evil thoughts, and the same as the demon path of the earth, Emperor Zhende firmly believes that human nature is evil.

"You can try to stop me from condensing my sword momentum, but you can't catch up with me. Of course," Joan of Arc paused, and smiled a little maniacally: "You can also hide!"

As he spoke, another iron sword swept across the air, blending into the giant sword, and his momentum increased a few points.

At the head of the city, there are soldiers trembling, their hands trembling to preheat the artillery, and reload the shells.

But the centurion kicked him over? He shouted in a deep voice: "Run!"

Such a fairy-like figure? How can artillery deal with it?

In an instant, the soldiers and warriors scattered towards both sides of the city wall? Scattered birds and beasts? The head of the city behind Xu Qi'an? Empty.

The giant sword is majestic, sixty zhang long, and the sword qi bursts through the sky, which contains sword qi, which is condensed by the best efforts of the second grade of a human sect.

If Luo Yuheng's talisman sword? Is it a casual sword of the second grade of the human sect? Then Joan of Arc's sword is a second-grade master of the human sect, and he has been accumulating his strength for a long time.

The reason why Emperor Joan of Arc summoned a huge number of iron swords? It was purely an ordinary weapon that could not withstand his monstrous sword intent, and it was impossible to do it.

In this sword, not only does it contain brilliant sword qi? There is also the power of the heart sword that specializes in slashing the original god.

Even though Xu Qi'an fused the Shenshu and made the qi boiling to reach the level of the peak of the third grade, he felt a huge threat and pressure in the face of a second-grade Dao Sect master who was not weak in the art of attacking and killing.

If you eat this sword, your physical body may still survive, but the original god may not.

Under normal circumstances, he could hide, but Emperor Joan of Arc used the people in the city as a coercion to force him to take a sword.

That's what Joan of Arc pushed him out of the city.

Then, you have to bear this sword that is overwhelming.

If you don't pick it up, let's not talk about your reputation, Xu Qi'an's own martial arts heart will definitely be stained with dust, and it will be difficult to think clearly.

Xu Qi'an withstood a huge pressure and searched in his mind for his own means, the precepts of Buddhism are invalid against Joan of Arc, unless he is also a second or first rank of Buddhism.

Zazen Gong will definitely not be able to stop this sword.

Confucian spells cannot be used, and if this sword is eliminated by means of words and methods, the subsequent backlash will not be much weaker than the sword that is endured.

The prison didn't make a move, it seems that he was indeed entangled by Salen Agu, although he has a home advantage in the capital, but Salen Agu is a product that has lived for thousands of years, and he can't beat the prison in Dafeng, so it's always no problem to pester him for a while.

The last iron sword fused in, and Joan of Arc finally finished condensing the sword momentum, his sword fingers trembling slightly, as if even he could not control this huge force.

The entire capital, three million living beings, were all under the pressure of this sword force, panicked and uneasy.

This is the second product.

It's like heaven.

"Slash!"

Joan of Arc roared, his face flashing with pleasure, and his sword fingers manipulated the giant sword, slashing down with all his might.

Xu Qi'an's eyes widened, watching the sky-falling sword fall, took a step forward, opened his hand, and roared:

"Here comes the knife!"

In the sky, a clear light roared, it was like a meteor, wrapped in layers of clear clouds.

Confucian carving knife.

The first treasure of Confucianism, Confucian saints once used it to carve out a series of classics on bamboo slips.

The carving knife buzzed and trembled, and it was no longer as happy as it had ever been, as if it had been on official duty, as it had appeared before.

This time, there was a strong emotional fluctuation from the carving knife, it was cheering, it was happy, it was boiling in the blood, it was like, it was back in the hands of its owner.

Xu Qi'an held the carving knife, his eyes bloomed with clear light, and he took another step and stabbed the Confucian carving knife forward.

Sword Qi and Sword Intent collided head-on.

Before the collision, the air realm between the two erupted with a dazzling flame of light, like the convergence of two realms with opposite attributes, resulting in a violent reaction.

Rumble!

The collision of the two energies produced a terrifying explosion, and the entire space seemed to collapse, and the force of destruction swept through.

The soldiers and warriors at the head of the city fell in pieces and died unexpectedly.

The city wall behind Xu Qi'an first collapsed with the guardian array, and then the wall cracked, the cracks swam, and finally collapsed.

The small half of the wall collapsed with a bang.

Layers of dust from the ground were scraped off and swept up into the air like a sandstorm with the boiling air current.

There was another boom, and the ground collapsed into a pit more than ten meters deep, and Xu Qi'an and Emperor Joan of Arc stood still, stepping on the void.

Emperor Joan of Arc's face suddenly distorted, his cheek muscles bulged, his forehead was bruised and angry, and his right arm, which was holding the finger of the sword, trembled violently, extremely unstable.

Xu Qi'an's eyes flashed again, and he roared in a deep voice: "In my life, I don't believe in kings!"

With this roar, above his head, a thousand-armed demon figure with twelve pairs of arms flashed, and the image of an old man wearing a Confucian robe and a Confucian crown flashed and disappeared.

Both the Confucian saint and the gods thought it was amazing.

Glara ........ At the point where the carving knife and the giant sword clashed, there was a tooth-sore sound.

An iron sword shattered, or exploded into pieces of iron, or melted into molten iron.

Fan Tie is Fan Tie after all, and after the sword qi of the second-grade powerhouse of the Human Sect is exhausted, they quickly disintegrate, starting from the node of the exchange and spreading to the giant sword as a whole.

Xu Qi'an advanced all the way through the red molten iron and broken iron pieces that fell one after another, stabbed the carving knife into Emperor Joan of Arc's chest, and picked it hard in the other party's roar.

Singled out a body.

The body was torn apart by the knife intent of the carving knife.

The physical body of Emperor Joan of Arc.

The yang god surrounded by golden light and black light broke away from his body, and on his chest, a clear light was like a bone appendage, which was difficult to get rid of.

Joan of Arc screamed in pain.

Xu Qi'an was about to take the opportunity to kill this Yang God, when he suddenly had a premonition of danger in his mind, he turned around and slashed out the Taiping Knife, bang........ In the sound of the collision, the two figures parted with a touch.

King Huai slid back, and in the process, Joan of Arc's Yang God threw himself into it and fused with the last body.

Xu Qi'an calmly waved the Taiping knife and chopped Joan's body into fine pieces, making him completely lose the original owner's body and cut off the possibility of resurrection.

"Luo Yuheng told me that the Daomen powerhouses in the Tribulation Period are the most taboo to lose their physical bodies, because the mystery of a land immortal is actually the fusion of the yang god and the physical body again.

"Joan of Arc, without this innate body, you will cut off the opportunity to be promoted to a grade, even if you take it, it is not compatible with the Yang God. Unless you're willing to spend hundreds of years slowly grinding in. ”

Xu Qi'an held the carving knife in his left hand and Taiping in his right hand, his face calm.

Compared to dealing with the Sanpin Martial Arts, the Confucian Carving Knife was more lethal to the Yang God, which was what Zhao Shou told him.

The carving knife is one of Xu Qi'an's hole cards, and it is part of his plan to kill the king.

This knife not only cut off Joan of Arc's "future", but also severely damaged his yang god.

"Damn it, damn it.........."

Emperor Joan of Arc gritted his teeth and cursed, and the malice in his eyes was like substance.

"Xu Qi'an, the thing I regret the most is to let you live to this day, I should have killed you at all costs when you killed Cao Guogong and Huguo Gong!"

This emperor, who was polluted by the head of the earth sect, lost his ability to manage his emotions and became angry.

Xu Qi'an watched his gaffe coldly, his chest rose and fell violently, exhaling his qi and recovering his strength.

King Huai's breath is no longer at its peak, and Joan of Arc is also severely injured by the carving knife, and although his physical exertion is extremely great, his breath has declined slightly, but the balance of victory has begun to tilt towards him.

Emperor Joan of Arc roared for a moment, regained some calm, and stared at Xu Qi'an with malice:

"After stepping into the second grade, I, like Luo Yuheng, sought a way to calm the karmic fire. Her idea is to double cultivate with the king, and take a deeper step to use luck to calm the karmic fire and successfully overcome the calamity.

"For the first ten years, I thought the same as her. But the ensuing Battle of Shanhaiguan caused Dafeng to lose nearly half of his luck. This surprised and regretted me. I was pleasantly surprised to see the desire for immortality, and neither the martial arts nor the Daomen could manipulate their luck.

"Even if I cultivate to a first-grade land immortal, I will still die after all, it's just God helping me. It's a pity that Luo Yuheng then dispelled the idea of double cultivation with me. This cost me the opportunity to grab her spiritual essence, and for twenty-one years, no matter what I asked, she would not let go.

"So, I changed my mind, since the path of the Human Sect can't go through, why don't you find another way? I can take the path of martial arts, with the doppelganger of King Huai as the leader, practice the blood pill, collect the reincarnation of the flower god, promote the second grade, and then accommodate the yang god, and become the only first-grade martial artist in the world.

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"Wufu has almost no shortcomings, so he is naturally not afraid of the fire of karma. But the price is to cut off the Dao Gate system and become a land immortal. Because I turned into three Qings, what came out was the Yuan Shen, King Huai and Yuan Jing were my sons, but they were not me after all.

"The physical body can't be completely fused, so I have to abandon the original body. Today, you helped me make up my mind. ”

He squinted, looked in the direction of the palace, and said slowly:

"Calculate the time, it's almost over! The people of the capital regard you as a hero, and I will behead you, the hero of Dafeng, today. ”

He stopped talking and began to merge the two primordial spirits in his body.

The earth, wind, water, and fire elements fused, turning into a "turbid" energy of color, which swirled around the surface of his body.

His qi and blood did not change, but his breath began to skyrocket.

But Xu Qi'an still didn't pay attention to this instantly powerful enemy, but turned his head and looked at the palace.

..........

In the palace, hundreds of civil and military officials, noble clansmen, and guards of the forbidden army......... Everyone heard the terrible dragon chant at the same time, coming from Emperor Yuanjing's bedroom.

Countless people followed the sound.

At this moment, the royal family and clan relatives suddenly felt a cramp in their hearts, and inexplicable panic swelled up.

It's like the end of heaven and earth, like a catastrophe is coming.

In the Shaoyin Palace, he was lying on the table, frowning, covering his heart, crying:

"It hurts, it's painful to die in this palace........."

In the square after the noon gate, the prince covered his chest, bent over, his face was pale, and his lips were bloody.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with Your Highness?"

The guards behind him were shocked, and the ministers withdrew their gaze and paid attention to the prince's situation.

Outside the Jingyang Palace, Huaiqing helped Bai Yugan, and the autumn waves shone with real pain, but she did not cover her chest, but clenched her fists and stared at the Jingyang Palace.

"Ang ........"

In the deafening dragon roar, a golden dragon broke through the roof of Jingyang Palace, and the people in the palace were clearly visible.

"Dragon, dragon?!"

Exclamations abounded.

The spirit of the dragon vein left the underground, separated from the Great Bong.

In the mouth of this golden dragon, there is a bead, and there is an eyeball hidden in the bead, which is as deep as a whirlpool.

Somewhere in the imperial city, the spirit dragon's black button-like eyes stared at the golden dragon swimming in the sky, its bared teeth grinning, looking extremely angry.

Sambo, the statue of the Founding Emperor, holds a brass sword in his hand, emitting a piercing sword sound.

...........

"Look, there's a dragon?"

"Look, everyone, there is a dragon in the sky. ”

One by one, one by one, at this moment, they all looked up, looking at the golden dragon that was constantly swimming in the sky above the capital, emitting bursts of dragon groans.

Ordinary people only know Jiaolong, the Jiaolong in the northern demon clan, who often acts as an evil villain in the picture book and the script, and has a very vivid image.

"What the hell is going on. ”

"What happened to those swords?"

"I don't know, let's see what the court says, everyone go to the notice board and wait. ”

All kinds of abnormalities, as well as the palpitations and unsettling coercion just now, are perceptible to every living being.

In the Stargazing Tower, the moment the spirit of the dragon vein appeared, Jian Zheng seemed to finally be unable to hold it, and his calm eyes like an ancient well burst out with a dazzling clear light.

The supervisor raised his hand and grabbed it towards the golden dragon.

But he didn't catch anything, and the golden dragon and him didn't seem to be in the same world.

Sarun Agu held the sheep whip in his hand and said with a smile:

"In Daebong, although I am not your opponent, I can still stop you. ”

The prison was silent.

............

Emperor Joan of Arc rose into the air and shouted, "Come!"

The golden dragon was summoned by it, twisted its body, and soared into the clouds.

Joan of Arc stepped on the dragon's head and overlooked Xu Qi'an from above.

"What are you doing standing so high. ”

Xu Qi'an floated in the air and confronted Emperor Joan of Arc from afar.

Emperor Joan of Arc stepped on the spirit of the dragon vein, his luck was added, and he was accompanied by the power of the witch god, and he only felt unprecedented confidence:

"Dafeng will not die for a day, I will still be the king of a country, luck is added, Xu Qi'an, what do you use to fight with me. You have the Confucian carving knife, and I have the Zhenguo sword. ”

The sound was like thunder.

At this moment, the sound of boiling sounded all over the capital.

People looked at the golden dragon in the sky in the distance, and although they couldn't see the figure on the dragon's head clearly, they heard what Emperor Joan of Arc had just said.

"That man calls himself "I", and that man is Your Majesty?"

"He's fighting Xu Yinluo......."

In Dafeng, there is only one person who dares to call himself "I".

"What are you fighting with?"

Xu Qi'an looked at him levelly and said lightly:

"There are things I have to tell you, that you may understand the dead. ”

His voice was neither light nor heavy, only for Emperor Joan of Arc to hear, and the people in the city did not have this ear.

Emperor Joan of Arc looked at him coldly.

Xu Qi'an's smile was meaningful: "Do you know why Luo Yuheng is reluctant to double cultivate with you, because the man she really likes is me." ”

Joan of Arc scoffed and sneered, "Foolish, if you think that saying these superficial things will make me angry, you might as well continue." ”

Xu Qi'an looked at the emperor who had made a dragon chair with pity, and said:

"You've been fighting with me for so long, and you didn't realize that I also knew how to use the heart sword?"

Joan of Arc's face sank.

"Chu Yuanzhen is good friends with me, but he is a registered disciple of the Human Sect, and he is not allowed, and he will not pass on swordsmanship privately. When I was in Jianzhou, I used a talisman to summon Luo Yuheng, and of course she had to come, because her man was in danger. Otherwise, with her character of living in Lingbaoguan for 20 years, never going out, and never making a move, for no reason, she would make a move?

"Besides, you think she will intervene in the battle between us to help the new monarch ascend the throne, but what if I tell you that she did it because of me?"

Every time Xu Qi'an said a word, Joan of Arc's face became gloomy.

He coveted Luo Yuheng for a long time, and for twenty years, he wanted to double cultivate with her, but he was rejected every time.

Now, Xu Qi'an told him that the fairy-like woman who rejected her with a cold face and didn't eat fireworks in the world actually liked him and wanted to double cultivate with him?

Even if Joan of Arc only had ill intentions towards Luo Yuheng, hearing such words, anger still inevitably ignited in his chest.

"By the way, one more thing. ”

Xu Qi'an smiled: "You already know that I killed King Huai, and you know that the seal under Sang Bo is in my body." So, I guess I also know the whereabouts of the princess. ”

Emperor Joan of Arc's face stiffened suddenly.

Xu Qi'an said leisurely: "She is now my outer room." ”

Qi and blood rushed to his face at once, if Luo Yuheng was just a slap in the face, then the princess was accepted by Xu Qi'an as an outer room, which was a naked humiliation to him and a trampling on his dignity.

The princess is his woman, a woman in his harem, even if it is given to the king of Zhenbei later, isn't the king of Zhenbei also him.

As the king of a country, he absolutely cannot bear such humiliation.

"Xu Qi'an, I will break your corpse into ten thousand pieces, and break your corpse into ten thousand pieces!!"

Joan of Arc went completely violent, his face distorted, his fury rushed to the crown, and he roared, "The sword is coming!"

When he was in Chuzhou, the mysterious master picked up the Zhenguo sword, and Joan of Arc was puzzled for a long time, until Xu Qi'an's identity was exposed, and he suddenly realized.

Just like the demon monk under Sang Bo was blocked by the prison, Xu Qi'an was able to hold the Zhenguo Sword that day, and most likely the prison gave help.

If someone outside the royal family can pick up the Zhenguo sword, then this person must be the supervisor.

But this time is different, the king of Huai that day was a prince, and now he is the real emperor.

Moreover, he is the king of a country who steps on the spirit of the dragon vein.

Looking at Dafeng, this luck is unique.

At this time, the prison was entangled by Salen Agu and could no longer stop it.

Rumble!

Sangbo, Yongzhen Mountain and River Temple exploded, brass sword rose into the sky, turned into a streamer and flew away.

This streamer crossed the sky, crossed the pupils of everyone who raised their heads, and the eyes of countless people chased the streamer.

Dafeng Zhibao Zhen National Sword!

During the Battle of Shanhaiguan that year, the emperor took out the Zhenguo Sword from the Yongzhen Shanhe Temple and handed it over to the King of Zhenbei.

This good story has been widely circulated.

The Zhenguo Sword is a symbol of the Daebong royal family, which is common sense that ordinary people also know.

Outside the Jingyang Palace, Huaiqing's face changed suddenly: "Zhenguo Sword........ Oops!"

"Town, town country sword ........"

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's face was as white as paper, and he looked at Wang Shoufu with great trepidation.

All this that happened was completely beyond the limit of what he could imagine, the golden dragon that suddenly took off in the sky, and the father who was suddenly majestic and majestic........ and the symbol of the royal family, the sword of the great god soldier Zhenguo.

His recent move to close the palace door was hidden behind the careful thoughts, and it was impossible to hide it from his father.

Be faced with imminent disaster.

Wang Shoufu didn't answer, but just bowed his head at him with a calm face, signaling him not to mess up.

The inner city, a small courtyard.

The woman in the cloth skirt carefully followed the ladder and climbed up to the roof.

She looked out at the sky, but she still couldn't see the battle, and could only hear a few explosions like muffled thunder occasionally.

I know that this day will come sooner or later, and after Wei Yuan died, I knew that you were going to kill the king......... She clenched her fists.

You have to live.

...........

On the outskirts of Beijing, the Black Lotus Dao Chief, whose breath was extremely weak, regained his body again, looked at the fierce and powerful woman, and laughed wildly:

"Luo Yuheng, did you hear that? Zhenguo Sword specializes in breaking the body of martial arts, and in the case that the prison is unable to vacate his hand, the capital realm, no, Dafeng realm, Joan of Arc is invincible. ”

Invincible? Luo Yuheng said "heh": "I'll let you live for a while." ”

She immediately turned her head, looked at the capital, and narrowed her beautiful eyes.

After this war, you are my man.

The corners of her mouth curled.

The supervisor walked to the side of the gossip platform and looked at the streamer that started from Sangbo and swept across half of the capital.

Salen Agu tightened the whip in his hand.

The two Yipin did not fight, but each other's fields have been colliding fiercely and silently.

Everyone's eyes are chasing that streamer, and in this pinnacle duel, the Zhenguo Sword is the key, the key to affecting the entire victory.

Xu Qi'an's pupils reflected the light from the Zhenguo Sword, and his pupils dilated slightly, appearing godless, showing a hollow of divergent attention.

What flashed in his mind was the people who fell one by one in the Chuzhou massacre case, like grass mustard; it was the soldiers at the head of the city who saluted him with their fists after killing the king of Zhenbei; it was the back of Xiao Suo, who was running around the capital and had no way to ask for help; it was his death in prison and he couldn't close his eyes.

It is the mouth of the vegetable market, the reverent gaze, and the outside of Yuyang Pass, a great soldier who is eager to defend his homeland and repel the enemy.

Finally, he thought of the green clothes.

Whether it's reputation or oneself, it's not that person's concern.

That person lives for only two things all his life, one is love and the other is faith.

The former is oneself, the latter is the state, and the people are the people.

Why in my life?

He stretched out his hand and shouted, "Come the sword!"

The streamer roared and fell into Xu Qi'an's hands.

It has never changed its trajectory, and from beginning to end, it has chosen Xu Qi'an.

This peerless divine soldier who fought on the battlefield with Emperor Gaozu, it abandoned the bloodline of Gaozu and chose an outsider.

Zhen Guojian chose Xu Qi'an........ Anyone who saw this scene had their eyes widened.

Xu Qi'an held the brass sword, and in Emperor Zhende's stiff face, he yelled again: "Spirit Dragon!"

Whoa!

In the imperial city and palace, countless people heard the roar of the spirit dragon.

The spirit dragon broke through the waves, soaring through the clouds, its nostrils spewing out a little purple gas, and its scales and armor shrouded in purple light.

Its bones underwent an astonishing change in the crunch of "clicking", and under the scales, the muscles bulged one by one, and the dragon's body was elongated, becoming more slender and more vigorous.

The horns on the top of the head are forked, layers of thick manes grow from the neck, and the claws and fangs become sharper.

The two black button-like pupils contracted and lengthened, turning into vertical pupils.

It became more like a dragon, a dragon in the truest sense of the word.

The spirit dragon soars into the clouds, and the speed is extremely fast, and it seems that he can't wait to pounce on his "master".

Xu Qi'an fluttered on its back, holding the Zhenguo Sword in his right hand, the Confucian Carving Knife in his left hand, and stepping on the Spirit Dragon.

"No way!

Emperor Joan of Arc's face became extremely ugly, his eyes widened, and his pupils trembled slightly.

"Why did you drive the Spirit Dragon, why did you use the Zhenguo Sword?!"

He had a sense of anger at being betrayed by the whole world.

This feeling was like the sharpest weapon, piercing him fiercely.

The Zhenguo Sword was left by Emperor Gaozu, it has a spirit, and only recognizes members of the royal family. The spirit dragon had to rely on the royal family in order to swallow purple qi to survive.

However, neither of these two things chose him.

Emperor Joan of Arc was shocked, and some people in the capital were even more shocked, such as the crown prince, such as Huaiqing, such as a four-rank martial artist, and a royal clansman.

...........

Palace.

The prince led the civil and military officials to climb the city wall of the morning gate, and looked at the city, and could vaguely see the two sides fighting in the distant sky.

"For, why did Zhenguo Sword choose Xu Qi'an, and why did Linglong choose Xu Qi'an?"

The crown prince looked around, and his voice was sharp, "Who will tell the main palace, who will tell the main palace?"

Especially the spirit dragon, the crown prince liked to ride the spirit dragon the most when he was a child, and was proud that the spirit dragon was only close to members of the royal family, which was a privilege exclusive to royals.

The clan does not have such privileges.

Those county lords, princes, and noble heirs could only watch with envy from the shore.

But now, what did he see? Seeing that Linglong was willing to become a "civilian" and fought bloodily for him.

I saw Xu Qi'an riding a spirit dragon and fighting fiercely with the king of a country.

The crown prince was hit by a huge shock.

The civil and military officials around him had complicated expressions, but no one could give him an answer.

Yes, why did Linglong choose Xu Qi'an?

Why did His Majesty summon Zhenguo Sword, and it also chose Xu Qi'an?

Xu Qi'an, what is his identity?

A series of question marks flashed through the minds of the ministers.

What is Xu Qi'an's identity, his identity is by no means simple, otherwise Linglong and Zhenguo Sword, how could they choose him instead of Your Majesty.

"He, who the hell is he? isn't it....... Your Majesty's illegitimate son?"

A civil official whispered with a complicated expression.

After listening to this, the surrounding officials showed contemplation.

The prince's heart suddenly froze.

"No, Xu Qi'an is over the age of Double Ten, and His Majesty has been cultivating for twenty-one years, to be exact, twenty-one and a half years. ”

"So how do you explain the situation at hand?"

The prince breathed a sigh of relief, he was so out of shape just now, in fact, he had the same guess in his heart.

"Because Your Majesty has no way!"

Everyone followed the sound and saw that it was Wang Shoufu.

Wang Shoufu looked around at the ministers and said loudly: "What Xu Qi'an said outside the imperial city is true. His Majesty colluded with the Witch God Sect, cut off the army's food and grass, and worked together with the Witch God Sect to kill Wei Yuan. The emperor has no way, and Xu Qi'an is warned. ”

The ministers were in an uproar.

I have to admit that Wang Shoufu's words are very credible.

His Majesty has peerless cultivation, which they have witnessed with their own eyes. And the choice of Zhenguo Sword and Spirit Dragon also verifies this statement.

The divine soldiers and spirit beasts who only recognize the royal family actually chose Xu Qi'an.

This is more useful than any evidence.

Faint!

The word flashed in the hearts of the princes.

............

On the outskirts of Beijing, Luo Yuheng slashed a large piece of thick liquid with a sword, and sneered: "How?"

Heilian didn't answer, there was malice and madness in her eyes, but more of a fear.

He no longer sacrificed his life to fight to the death, only did entanglement, and had the idea of retreating.

His luck is really strong, whether it is the spirit dragon or the Zhenguo sword, they all chose him......... Luo Yuheng pursed his lips and smiled deeper.

..........

Also in the suburbs of Beijing, another prescription position.

Chu Yuanzhen sat cross-legged on the spine of the sword, looking at the battle in the distance, and the terrifying fluctuations were only a slight, which made the four of them tremble.

"That's his hole card?"

Chu Yuanzhen looked at the Heavenly Sect Holy Maiden beside him, and Zhuang Yuanlang's expression was extremely complicated: "He, what is his identity?"

Once he thought that No. 3 was Xu New Year, but later found out that No. 3 was Xu Qi'an, but now he thinks that Xu Qi'an is still Xu Qi'an, but it may not be Xu Qi'an of the Xu family.

"How do I know. Li Miaozhen said with a roll of his eyes.

She doesn't care about Xu Qi'an's identity, she only cares about whether Xu Qi'an can win Joan of Arc. There will be no accidents.

"It's incredible, it's incredible......."

Chu Yuanzhen muttered to himself.

Emperor Zhende has no way, and it is not difficult to understand that everyone betrays their relatives, but this does not mean that Linglong and Zhenguo Sword will choose Xu Qi'an.

Ignorant kings abound, and I have not seen these two beings so active.

So the problem is still with Xu Qi'an.

In a serious atmosphere, Lina muttered, "I'm so hungry." ”

...........

"Why, because you have betrayed your relatives, it is not the spirit dragon and the Zhenguo sword that chose me, but they chose Dafeng. ”

Xu Qi'an's accumulation ended, and he calmly stabbed out the carving knife, aiming at the eyebrows of Emperor Yuan Jing.

Confucian sage carved knife, heaven and earth slashed, heart sword, lion roar, and nourishment melted into one furnace.

Jade shattered!

The dazzling burst into dazzling light

People in a desperate situation have no way to retreat, and they would rather be broken than complete.

This knife is unavoidable.

Earth, wind, water, and fire melt into a four-color circulation, a slightly turbid barrier, blocking the front of the carving knife.

In the mouth of the dragon vein spirit, in the transparent bead, the eye of the witch god shot out a black light.

"Roar!"

The spirit dragon spit out a large amount of purple qi and poured it into the carving knife, allowing the purple qi to merge with the clear qi.

The black light was scattered on the carving knife.

The power of earth, fire, water, and fire collapsed.

The foreheads of Emperor Joan of Arc and Xu Qi'an were chapped one after another, and blood flowed for a long time.

"Ah!!h

Emperor Joan of Arc screamed.

The Yang God suffered a heavy blow.

There is no way to retreat from the pawn who crossed the river, but you can kill the king!

Xu Qi'an ignored the blood flowing from his forehead, raised the Zhenguo Sword, the spirit dragon turned his head, and then spewed a breath of purple gas, wrapping around the sword body.

The Zhenguo Sword buzzed and trembled.

"Spirit Dragon!"

He yelled.

The spirit dragon roared and rushed towards the golden dragon, rushing towards Emperor Yuanjing, Xu Qi'an harnessed this spirit beast and stabbed into the Zhenguo Sword.

Jade shattered!

Another jade shatter.

The black light flashed, and the witch god's eyeballs continued to shoot black light, but it couldn't dissipate Xu Qi'an's will, let alone the purple gas spewed out by the spirit dragon, so it had no choice but to crash away on the Zhenguo Sword.

The god of Joan of Arc was injured, and at this time, he was no longer able to control the power of the four elephants formed by the fusion of earth, wind, water and fire, and instinctively punched and punched.

Burst!

The Zhenguo Sword ignored the black light, Xu Qi'an resisted his fist, and let the sword blade pierce into the chest of Emperor Joan of Arc, and he was like a cavalryman with long hair, lifting the enemy high.

Xu Qi'an's chest was bleeding, and there was also a penetrating injury.

He didn't care, holding down the hilt of the sword, the Zhenguo Sword advanced a few more points, and the sword qi eroded the vitality of the Sanpin Martial Artist.

Xu Qi'an smiled and said, "Your Majesty, after twenty-one years of cultivation, have you ever heard the people's weeping in your dreams?"

Grabbed Joan of Arc's neck, drew the Zhenguo sword, and cut off Joan of Arc's feet.

Emperor Zhende's eyes were red, and under the heavy blow, the Yang God burst out of his potential, and his right palm condensed the earth's wind, water and fire, fused into the sword of the four elephants, and stabbed into Xu Qi'an's chest.

"Your Majesty, on behalf of the Duke of Wei and 80,000 soldiers, I will collect debts from you. He scoffed.

Zhenguo Sword cut off his right arm again.

"You rebel thief!"

Emperor Joan of Arc was extremely painful and humiliated, and he dominated the court, and today he was provoked by a puppet with the ancestral Zhenguo sword, and was angrily reprimanded in person.

His remaining left hand clenched into a fist and smashed it Xu Qi'an's temple.

While!

A loud noise spread throughout the heavens and the earth.

Xu Qi'an was bleeding in an instant, and the flame aura on the back of his head was almost extinguished.

The Zhenguo sword was cut down, and the last arm of Emperor Joan of Arc was cut off.

All limbs were severed.

Xu Qi'an's bleeding face slowly raised a treacherous smile:

"I forgot to tell you that Lin'an and I have made a private agreement for life, and when I kill you, I will take the throne as emperor, take your place, and marry your granddaughter, well, your nominal daughter.

"Everything you have, is mine. Today, the people of the entire capital are watching me kill you!"

Emperor Joan of Arc's eyes widened, and the pupils in his sockets were fluttering.

Humiliation, unwillingness, anger, resentment......... All kinds of emotions came up, and he went through two dynasties, a brilliant life, and controlled the supreme power.

came, and ended in such a humiliating way.

Xu Qi'an put the sword across his neck and said, "This time, I will destroy your body and make it difficult for you to be reborn." ”

With a wipe, the head rolls off.

Yang Shen went out of his body and fled quickly, and Joan of Arc yelled, "Come!"

The spirit of the dragon vein rose into the air, opened its mouth, and swallowed the yang god of Joan of Arc into its belly.

"Xu Qi'an, I will not let you go, I will kill you at all costs, kill all the people around you, and let you have no peace in your life. ”

Inside the golden dragon, there was a resentful roar of Joan of Arc.

The dragon vein is a kind of luck, Xu Qi'an can't do anything with it, the carving knife and the Zhenguo sword can't cut it either, and although the spirit dragon can devour the qi, the spirit of the dragon vein is not pure purple qi.

Unexpectedly, the particularity of the dragon vein turned out to be his last umbrella.

The physical body is completely destroyed, but as long as the Yang God is still there, he is still a second-grade.

At this moment, in Xu Qi'an's arms, the fragments of the Book of the Ground flew out, and a slightly curved dragon tooth flew out of the mirror, and the spell engraved on its surface that would make people dizzy light up.

The dragon's teeth roared away, easily catching up with the spirit of the dragon vein, piercing it!

"No!!"

The terrible screams of Emperor Joan of Arc were heard.

Immediately after, with a "boom", the spirit of the dragon vein exploded into pieces, scattered and flew in all directions, turning into streamers and disappearing at the end of the horizon.

Joan of Arc's yang god was no longer supported, and was attacked by the dragon's teeth, and his yang god was dim.

Xu Qi'an rode the spirit dragon and rushed over, stabbing the carving knife into the heart of Joan of Arc's eyebrows, and the Zhenguo sword stabbed into the chest.

Dazzling light and sword aura bloomed.

The sun god is like ice under the scorching sun, melting rapidly.

"Your Majesty, send you on your way. ”

"Xu Qi'an ........"

In the cry of unwillingness and pain, the yang god dissipated.

The emperor, who overlooked the court, completely disappeared.

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PS: This chapter was actually written around 12 o'clock, but after I re-reviewed it, I found that the writing was not good and not cool enough, so I deleted nearly 4,000 words.

Then I refined and deleted it for a long time, and I really tried my best........ Try your best to write a chapter that you are satisfied with, it is my last stubbornness, everyone has to scold lightly, people are afraid of pain.