Dead, finally dead.........

Xu Qi'an slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and after the high tension, it brought extreme exhaustion, which came from the body and mind.

The repeated battles made him in a very bad state, especially in the part of riding a dragon and fighting, at first glance he was extremely fierce, and he simply killed Joan of Arc.

In fact, it is an exchange of injuries for injuries, killing 1,000 enemies and self-inflicting 800 losses.

Joan of Arc's counterattack, as well as the backlash brought by the broken jade, made Xu Qi'an suffer great trauma.

But it's all worth it, it's all worth it.

Xu Qi'an stood on the back of the spirit dragon, looked at the vast land, and slowly exhaled a breath.

The depression that has been squeezed in my heart for this period of time has been completely spit out.

After a moment of silence, he tore off a strand of cloth, tied his long loose hair, straightened his ragged clothes, and bowed to the northeast.

Wei Gong, go all the way.

Wei Gong, in the next life, he should also be the hero!

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

Dead, my father is dead......... The prince stood at the head of the city, looking at the distant sky stupidly.

In his mind, scenes of the past flashed, the majestic father sat on the dragon chair, the majestic father scolded loudly, the majestic father was wearing a robe, and the serious father controlled the court, such a father who had held power for nearly forty years died in the hands of a horseman, the prince ........ Tears of excitement were shed.

Wang Shoufu was also looking at it, the old man's face and eyes were extremely complicated, happy, sad, emotional, and sad.........

He looked at it in a daze, and didn't move for a long time, probably remembering his career that ended together with the emperor's fall.

The ministers' expressions were complicated, and they couldn't speak for a while, immersed in the scene where the emperor ended.

Xu Qi'an, kill the king!

In the 600 years since the founding of the country, in addition to Emperor Wuzong, he was on the side of the Qing monarch and the faint monarch together.......... The emperor of Daebong was never killed.

Yuanjing, or Joan of Arc? He was the first emperor in the history of Dafeng to be killed by a puppet in the capital.

Today's events will inevitably leave a strong mark in the history books? Even if thousands of years have passed? When future generations comment on this history, they must be relished.

From the sixteenth year of Yuanjing, all the way to the thirty-seventh year of Yuanjing? It will inevitably be mixed with Wei Yuan's donation? The destruction of 80,000 soldiers. This emperor who was obsessed with monasticism in the history of Dafeng? In the end, he was beheaded in the capital by Xu Qi'an.

When the princes were full of emotion, they suddenly heard a burst of mourning.

Looking at the sound, I saw Zhang Xingying, the imperial historian, holding on to the wall? Crying old tears.

Former member of the Wei Party? Tears in their eyes? Or wipe with your head down? Or hold your head high and keep your tears from falling.

Moments later? Including Zhang Xingying, who cried bitterly, these members of the Wei Party who held great power? In front of all parties? made a bold move.

They straightened their clothes, and made a gesture toward the northeast, and then turned and gestured toward the man in the sky, for a long time.

...........

At this moment, on the other side of the imperial city, Huaiqing stood in the wind, with a plain dress fluttering.

The wind ruffled her hair, caressing her beautiful and beautiful face, and the eldest daughter of the emperor easily opened her clenched fists and breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

He never let her down, brave, domineering, wise, and omnipotent......... In this battle, although there are twists and turns, although there are worries, such as when the Zhenguo Sword is in the air.

But Huaiqing still didn't think Xu Qi'an would lose, because he hadn't lost.

This is a strange man, even she has to admire and revere the strange man.

Huaiqing lifted her dancing sideburns and hung it behind her ears, unlike the prince who left tears of emotion, she was excited and sighing at the same time, but also heavy.

The fall of Emperor Joan of Arc is only the beginning, and the ensuing aftermath is the most important thing.

This is mainly divided into two aspects: First, the explanation of the entire Central Plains.

These include the people of the states, the government of various places, the armies of various places, and the people of the rivers and lakes.

In terms of the people, the core that needs to be considered is the word "people's heart", whether it is frank or concealed, it will cause a situation where the people's will is lost.

The army is the same thing, in a sense, it is more important to stabilize the morale of the army than to stabilize the hearts of the people, especially the soldiers in the north and the three northeastern states.

This group of people is the most prone to mutiny.

If Xu Qi'an loses in this battle, then more than 10,000 soldiers in Yuyang Pass will inevitably rebel.

The local government needs to be appeased, and they must not be allowed to panic and uneasy in this matter, so as to help stabilize the hearts of the people and prevent the Jianghu organizations from taking the opportunity to cause chaos.

The second aspect, Xinjun.

For the current capital, what is crucial now is the ascension of the new monarch to the throne.

The ascension of the new monarch to the throne is the premise of everything, and only when the new monarch ascends the throne can all parties be stabilized. If the dragons of Dafeng are leaderless, coupled with the actions of Emperor Joan of Arc, the Central Plains will be in chaos.

"Prince, it's finally over. ”

Huaiqing looked at the city head of the noon gate from afar, looking at the small group of people who were pressed by the black, she smiled strangely, as if mocking and disdainful.

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

"The Dog Emperor is finally dead!!"

Li Miaozhen clenched her fists, excited and excited, eager to scream for three points to express the joy in her heart.

But at the same time, there was a little sadness, the dog emperor died, and her youth was over.

The Holy Maiden of Tianzong went down the mountain and roamed the rivers and lakes in the past two years, and her mantra was:

Sooner or later, the Dog Emperor will be stabbed to death.

Now two years have passed in a hurry, the dog emperor has died, and she suddenly has a kind of melancholy that things are wrong, as if a certain journey in her life has come to an end.

Chu Yuanzhen didn't speak, he had already burst into tears.

Ten years of scholarly business spirit, now finally flattened the chest of depression.

Hengyuan folded his hands, hung his head slightly, and was silent, as if he was reminiscing about the junior brother he brought up.

"My father will definitely be very happy when he knows that Emperor Dabong has been killed, and he will think about fighting. ”

Lina said: "He loves to fight, and he says that the women of Daebong are the best, the clothes are the best, the houses are the best, and everything is the best. Everything has to be snatched. ”

Lina's father is a jingfeng, but there is something wrong with the way of jing.

I admire Dabong culture and Dabong everything, so I have to grab it all.

...........

"Waste, waste, waste!"

Stepping on the head of the black lotus sect, he roared hoarsely:

"Joan of Arc is a waste, practicing for forty years, and cultivating all of it to cats. was beheaded by a kid who had been practicing martial arts for less than a year. ”

He was a little angry.

Emperor Joan of Arc entrusted him to contain Luo Yuheng, and the reward was to help him deal with Jin Lian after the matter was completed.

Black Lotus has been longing for the integrity of the Yuan Shen for many years, and he is not defeated by Luo Yuheng today, but his strength is not good. Everyone is almost at the peak of the Tribulation Period, and no one is weaker than the other.

But his Yuan Shen is incomplete, and the most powerful means of the Dao Sect is the Yuan Shen Realm.

He is being hit hard by Luo Yuheng now, if Joan of Arc wins, it will be worth it.

As a result, stealing chickens does not make rice.

The first qi of the earth sect exploded on the spot.

Luo Yuheng, who had a slender waist and a charming appearance, shook the sword flower and said, "I have only been cultivating for thirty-four years, uncle~"

Black Lotus's expression froze, Luo Yuheng was a generation younger than him, but the current situation was that he was pressed and beaten by Luo Yuheng.

As soon as he finished scolding Emperor Zhende for cultivating the cultivation cat, Luo Yuheng turned his head and gave him a slap.

The next moment, like an enraged lion, he roared:

"You are less proud, you are less proud, your breath is boiling now, like a surging tide, and the karmic fire precipitated under it will attack immediately, I see how you can avoid this catastrophe. ”

Luo Yuheng has lived in seclusion in the capital for many years, and has never done anything with others, at most he manipulates the clone to replace the body.

This is because she needs to rely on cultivation to suppress karmic fire.

Now that she is going all out, the karmic fire that was firmly suppressed in the past will surely backfire.

After the black lotus cursed, he was suddenly stunned for a moment, and he saw Luo Yuheng smiling brightly.

She tilted her head slightly and glanced in the direction of the capital.

That guy is now a third-grade, and he has cut off Joan of Arc, whether it is cultivation or temperament, it is enough to match her.

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

Stargazing Tower.

Standing on the edge of the gossip platform, Saren Agu squinted his eyes and looked at the proud figure standing in the sky, he breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"It turns out that half of Dafeng's luck is on him, this is your plan?"

The prison supervisor stood with his hands in his hands, side by side with him, and said lightly:

"Sort of.

"Joan of Arc thinks that I will not touch him, nor can I touch him. Indeed, for warlocks, killing the monarch is a self-destructive foundation, and the higher the grade, the greater the backlash.

"Whether it is a faint monarch or a tyrant, as long as he sits on the dragon chair for a day, he will be the king of a country for a day. For other high-level cultivators, the emperor's luck in the world is full of luck and the cause and effect of killing the king, it is not a last resort, and no one wants to compete with him.

"Joan of Arc was full of confidence and thought he was in control of everything, but he forgot that practitioners above the third rank did not want to compete with him, but I could cultivate a person who was willing to compete with him.

"The pawn who crosses the river cannot retreat, but he can kill the king. He finally comprehended this "meaning", and it was not in vain that I gave it to many people. ”

Saren Agu squinted his eyes and said, "So, Wei Yuan's death is also in your plan?"

The supervisor stretched out his hand, grabbed into the void, grabbed the wine glass, took a sip of alcohol, and said leisurely:

"Wei Yuan is begging for death by himself, what does it have to do with me, I just calculated this step, and then laid out in advance according to what will happen in the future. ”

Salen Agu let out a breath: "Does Wei Yuan know?"

The prisoner bowed his head and laughed:

He was able to seal the witch god without worry, because he expected Joan of Arc to die. ”

As he spoke, the supervisor looked into the distance and sighed, "He even got to that point, which is indeed something I didn't expect." ”

Salen Agu frowned, he didn't understand the meaning of the warden's words.

Jian Zheng smiled: "Don't think about it, the heavenly machine has been blocked, and it has nothing to do with you, you, the great wizard, can't do anything." ”

With the fall of Emperor Joan of Arc, the competition between the two first-class masters slowed down, and the prison did not take the opportunity to beat the water dogs, although this is his home field, but to kill a great wizard who has lived for thousands of years.

The price will be the land of the capital, turned into a wasteland.

There's no need for that.

Saren Agu frowned and muttered, "Did you shield him from the heavens?"

He refers to Xu Qi'an.

The supervisor asked rhetorically, "Why do you ask?" ”

Salen Agu said calmly: "Before coming to the capital, I made a divination, and Joan of Arc's hexagram is a juxtaposition of good and evil, which means that he will face a catastrophe of life and death. But I also calculated a hexagram for Xu Qi'an, guess what the hexagram is?"

The prison was silent.

Salen Agu smiled strangely: "Omen of great evil!"

...........

Yunlu Academy.

With the help of the students of the academy, Second Uncle Xu carried the heavy salutes one by one into the carriage.

There are antique calligraphy and paintings, bedding and clothes, and daily necessities, and the number is varied.

The Xu family plans to move to Jianzhou to settle down, away from the capital, a place of right and wrong.

After waking up this morning, the family lost their smiles and felt heavy. For the second uncle and aunt, the only comfort is that Xu Erlang will also go to Jianzhou.

It's good that the family doesn't have to be separated.

As for Da Lang, the couple deliberately did not mention it.

Xu Erlang's mentor Zhang Shen was responsible for sending the Xu family to Jianzhou.

The road to Jianzhou is far away, and the daughters of the Xu family are as beautiful as flowers, although Xu Pingzhi is a seven-grade martial artist, and the realm of refining gods is also a good hand in the rivers and lakes.

But if he encounters organized and large-scale bandits, Xu Pingzhi may not be able to protect his wife and daughter in time with both hands and feet.

After all, Wufu is vulgar, not enough bells and whistles, and has a high ability to kill, so he can't protect people.

A carriage, two flatbeds, two horses, ready to go.

Second Uncle Xu sat on the back of the horse and arched his hand: "Thank you, Mr. for seeing you off." ”

Zhang Shen smiled and nodded.

He was just about to say something, but suddenly saw Second Uncle Xu covering his head, his face full of pain, his body was crooked, and he fell off the horse.

Zhang Shen was taken aback, and hurriedly jumped out of the carriage and leaned over to check.

"Master!!"

The aunt screamed, grabbed the hem of her skirt, jumped out of the carriage, and was about to pounce on her husband when she suddenly stopped.

The aunt raised her hands and hugged her head, only to feel a throbbing pain in her brain.

"Daddy, mother?"

Xu Lingyue was stunned, at a loss, her beautiful face was full of panic.

"Mother!"

Seeing his mother's pain, he hurriedly jumped up from the car and pounced on his aunt.

The aunt snorted and knocked her unconscious.

"Mother is dead, mother is dead........"

Xu Lingyin cried.

At this time, Second Uncle Xu recovered from his splitting headache, he gasped, his face was as white as paper, and muttered:

"No, no, no........"

Zhang Shen frowned, glanced at the unconscious aunt, and then at Second Uncle Xu, and said tentatively: "Lord Xu, who are you?"

Second Uncle Xu didn't pay attention to him at all, and didn't even look at his unconscious wife, he jumped on horseback, twitched the horsewhip, and walked away.

Zhang Shen looked at his distant back in a daze, and in his mind was Xu Pingzhi's face when he left, both ruthless and sad, sad and desperate.

..........

Capital.

High in the air, Xu Qi'an was about to drive the spirit dragon back to the city, and the next moment, the world in front of him suddenly lost its color.

It's like a picture in a black-and-white TV.

The five senses were blinded, and the warrior's intuition of danger was blinded, and this state returned to normal in less than a second.

Xu Qi'an slowly lowered his head and saw a golden nail pierced into his chest.

The surface of the nail is engraved with Buddhist texts, and it easily pierces the body of the Vajra Divine Skill and pierces the dark skin.

"Uhh........hh

He heard a cry of pain, and he couldn't tell if it was his own voice or the voice of God.

"Don't scream, that's the first one. ”

A gentle voice came, and a warlock dressed in white appeared in front of Xu Qi'an, with eight golden nails between his fingertips.

The white-clothed warlock picked up a nail and slapped it on the top of Xu Qi'an's head.

Burst!

The nail pierced into the Baihui acupoint.

The screams of the gods suddenly stopped, and the skin returned to its normal complexion in the dark, and the light of the Vajra Divine Skill collapsed.

Xu Qi'an's aura plummeted, becoming like an ordinary person.