Legend of the Swordking Chapter 657: Sword Diagram
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Falling down on the imperial city like the remnant leaves of the emperor cloud, his face was dissatisfied with the charm, like white paper, almost all of his dragon robe was shattered, and the soft armor that was worn next to the dragon robe appeared even more. Marks, palm prints, and the most terrifying chest collapsed in whole, and almost all his ribs were broken, but his strong willpower supported him not to fall down immediately, but his body trembled.
For the sake of Zeyun City, the only human emperor in the dragon world is about to run out of oil!
"Your Majesty..."
"Your Majesty!"
A group of princes rushed over, and they couldn't help crying when they saw the appearance of Emperor Yun.
On the ground, the horses' hooves roared, and a group of northern iron cavalry raised their swords and pointed directly at the exiles in the air. For a time, it seemed that golden shadows flew from the top of everyone's heads, gathered together, and turned into a handle. The war spear struck away.
"Only you?"
The exile raised his hand with a palm, vigorously shaking on the war spear, and suddenly thousands of iron knights gathered on the ground backed up and vomited blood, and the exile was shocked back dozens of meters with a face It was pale.
"What's your name?" the cousin asked, looking up.
The exile looked at us and said indifferently: "My name is Situ Qing, an unknown man in the land of exile, what is your name?"
"Bu Xuanyin, a man of the lower realm."
"I remember your name." Situ Qing's eyes were cold, and said: "But even a small lower realm dares to compete with the upper realm. You look down on yourself too much."
My cousin Mei Xia Ming, calmly said: "What about you? Just two people want to conquer this world? Now that Luyi is dead, can you hold so many of us alone? Forget, we still have many magical weapons and methods that have not been used yet. If you really want to break the net, you can just fight it out."
Speaking, the cousin raised her palm, the silver war spear appeared in her hand, and Wang Li burst out from the delicate body, which was amazing.
"Step Xuanyin."
Situ Qing stared at him and said: "Your dragon world is only one of the thousand broken worlds in the lower realm. The rules in the air are thin, and the aura can only be regarded as inferior. You really want to be an enemy of the upper realm. In my opinion, your ability is enough to cover this domain and replace the emperor to become the new empress. Why don’t we make a deal, I will help you ascend to the throne, and you only need to help me conclude a new one in exile That’s fine."
"Really?"
The cousin smiled leisurely, red lips like jade said: "I'm not used to being a dog, you...get away immediately, otherwise I will kill you for the dragon world!"
"Okay, you are fine!"
Situ Qing kept sneering, then took out a jade flute, and slowly blew it, and then stepped on the clouds and started to retreat with the beast tide, and the green bull and the five-horned golden dragon flew away, taking the beast tide together. Leaving Zeyun City.
Finally, a disaster retreated.
……
"Woo..."
The cousin hummed softly and fell to her knees on one knee. She couldn't hold the spear anymore. She just held it up.
"Sister!"
I hurriedly hugged her in my arms and looked at her pale face, feeling distressed.
"Xiaoxuan..."
She has a faint breath, a pair of star eyes looking at me, and chuckles: "Don't worry about me, I'm fine, hey... I'm embarrassed this time, I can't even beat an exile."
"No, you are already very strong." I shook my head, my nose was a bit sore, and said, "I can't even handle one of Luyi's moves, but you can compete with him for hundreds of moves. Responsible, hurry up and stop talking, heal, Xiaoyan, help me protect the law!"
Su Yan nodded.
Su Xicheng, Su Yinchen, the Great Elder and others all flew over, each with a worried expression: "Xuanyin, are you okay?"
"It's okay."
The cousin shook her head: "Everyone is here, that would be great."
Su Xicheng looked in the direction of the prince of the Yun clan, and said: "The Emperor Yun...seems to have run out of oil..."
"Yes!"
On the city wall, the former half-kneeling Yunhuang slowly stood up with a war sword in his hand, vomiting blood in his mouth, and his whole body was close to the edge of collapse, as if a blazing sun was about to explode in his body, and his broken flesh couldn't hold him back. For Xiuwei, his eyes were as dark as night, he looked at Su Xicheng from a distance, and said: "You are Su Xicheng, the chief of the Dragon Spirit Federation?"
"Yes."
Although Su Xicheng's cultivation is far inferior to the opponent, his momentum is not weak, saying: "Yun Nation has suffered such a catastrophe, and I led the powerful in the spiritual world to come to help, but it seems to be too late."
The two North and South leaders met for the first time, but they didn't want this day to be one of them.
The emperor Yun coughed violently, and the light around his body disappeared, revealing a middle-aged handsome face, and smiled bitterly: "I have long wanted to meet the leader of the spiritual world, but unfortunately, I never expected to see Your first side turned out to be the last side, Su Xicheng, Yun Guo is grateful for the help of the spiritual world, and thank you very much."
"You are welcome."
On the side, King Zhenbei gritted his teeth and supported Yunhuang's arm, saying: "Your Majesty, don't say so much, immediately take the holy medicine and exercise your strength to heal your injury. Your body is important."
"No need." Yunhuang shook his head: "It is useless to take anything. Situ Qing's cultivation base is far above me. He has already shattered my internal organs and meridians with inner strength, even if it is a god. The medicine is also weak. You follow me. After I die, the affairs of the Yun family will be handed over to you."
Speaking, Emperor Yun looked at us from a distance, and said: "Shaoxia Bu, you also come with the Queen of the North Kingdom. I also want to entrust you with one thing."
"Hmm."
I helped my cousin who had taken the healing elixir and walked into the city with her, while the northern iron cavalry outside the city followed up with thousands of people in the city. The Yun army did not reject it, after all. In the First World War, the northern iron cavalry became the real mainstay, blocking the deadly wave of the beast tide. If the northern cavalry didn't arrive in time, Zeyun City would have fallen.
……
Emperor Yun did not return to the palace. He had no strength to go too far. He just found a mill on the side and sat down in a mess, with no blood on his face, and he was gasping for breath. , This powerful emperor is about to die.
Looking at the appearance of Emperor Yun, a group of Yun princes shed tears, and a group of princes and princesses including the Ninth Prince and the Fifteenth Prince also knelt down, crying and said: "Father!"
"Don't cry!"
The emperor Yun Huang said with majesty in his eyes, and said: "The upper realm has acted on my dragon realm. This is a catastrophe of the world. I can't hide it. I'm just leaving in advance. Don't be sad. We must bear in mind the precepts of the ancestors of the Yun family. After I leave, you must work together to recast the glory of the Yun family. Cough cough cough..."
He vomited another big mouthful of blood, and his complexion was even worse, he was about to falter.
My heart is a little congested. A high-ranking emperor was beaten to death by an exile. Is the strength of the lower realm so vulnerable? Emperor Yun not only fought and died for the Yun clan, but also for all the creatures in the dragon world.
"Bu Shaoxia."
The Emperor Yun looked up at me.
My cousin pushed me on the shoulder: "Go ahead."
A group of princes gave way, and I walked up to the Emperor Yun and said: "Your Majesty, Bu Yixuan is here, please give orders."
The Emperor Yun looked kindly, and smiled: "You are about the same age as my sons, but... your talent and understanding are far better than all of them. Unfortunately... if I had you like this A son is fine."
The fifteenth prince Bai Tuochen frowned, but did not speak. The nine princes and several other princes gritted their teeth and looked dissatisfied.
The Emperor Yun continued: "Thank you...cutting the roots of the evil tree in the star nest, cutting the despicable people of the upper realm and stealing the luck of my dragon realm. Your move is to benefit thousands of generations. People, you have to remember that if you are the strongest person in this world, what you represent is no longer just the spiritual world, but also represents the tens of thousands of people living in the Yun family. I am about to die and can die in this battlefield. Above, there is no regret."
He stared at me, and said: "You practice kendo, and you are far better than others on the road of kendo. I have a picture here, which was obtained by chance when I was young. It may be beneficial to your kendo. It's the last gift, I gave it to you."
Speaking, the Emperor Yun raised his hand, and suddenly rune power wrapped an ancient scroll and flew towards me.
I caught the picture scroll with both hands. I just glanced at it. This picture scroll is a landscape map, plain and unremarkable, but after a closer look, the sword heart of the inner world immediately resonated strongly. This picture is very extraordinary. Yun extremely strong kendo mystery!
"This is..."
"This object is named Tonggu Sword Diagram. A picture scroll is a book of kendo. I hope it will be helpful to you."
I nodded, deeply feeling the extraordinaryness of this sword picture, my body sank on one knee, and said: "Thank you Yunhuang for the picture!"
This kneeling does not kneel to the Emperor of the Yun Clan, just to kneel a strong Yun Clan who died on the battlefield for his homeland.
"Father!"
The fifteenth prince Bai Tuochen stepped forward, looking straight at Emperor Yun, and said: "After the father is reborn in bliss, who is going to be the emperor? If his father does not establish a new emperor, I am afraid that the country of Yun will be in chaos soon. Up."
The emperor Yun nodded, and said with anger: "What Shifive's said is extremely... Zhen... Where is the King of Zhenbei and King Mu?"
The King of Zhenbei, the few remaining king-level lords of the Yun Nation, is also the strongest, kneeling on one knee, and said in a deep voice: "The minister is here, despite your majesty's orders, the minister will do his best to support the new master!"
"Who do you think is worthy of responsibility?" Yunhuang asked.
The king of Zhenbei was taken aback, and said quickly: "The successor is an arbitrariness of your Majesty. The ministers will not say much. Only when your majesty decides the new monarch, the ministers must be loyal to death!"
Wang Mu was seriously injured, coughing up blood, and said: "The minister...the minister agrees."
"Good!"
The cloud emperor's muddy eyes showed a ray of appreciation, and said: "The king of Zhenbei, King Mu, and Liaodong wait for the order, I am about to leave, and...make 15 children and Bai Tuochen the new emperor. Fifteen children are talented and intelligent, benevolent, and worthy of a great responsibility. You must assist you with all your heart to create a prosperous and prosperous age of Yunguo!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
A group of princes knelt down one after another, but there were also uncomfortable ones, especially the Ninth Prince and several ministers around him. They showed no inferior expressions, but they just bowed their heads and did not attack.
……
The emperor Yun, with his face like ashes, sat quietly on a grinding plate, and finally swallowed his last breath. The real fire of Tianyang Gong in his body was burning and spreading, burning his flesh from his chest, a generation of heroes. Lord, just like a paper man, burned clean in an instant, leaving only a pile of ashes scattered with the wind.
"Father..."
"Your Majesty..."
In the imperial city, crying is loud.