Nightwatcher Chapter 253: Slaying the King (10,000 Characters Big

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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 speak?

So he simply asked.

Emperor Joan looked at the master who was at least the fifth grade, only squinted his eyes, no move, no vigor, and the master who asked loudly, his body suddenly fell from the head of the city.

The original spirit is annihilated, and the death is silent.

There was silence at the head of the city. Whether it was an ordinary soldier or a martial artist who was joining in the fun, they all stepped back, looking at "Duke Huai" in horror, and then looked away at the next moment, afraid to attract the attention of this terrible figure , Afraid of becoming the second poor creature to die silently.

"Xu Qi'an, don't you pretend to be the master of the people, are you not a great conscience, are you not alone in prestige than the court?"

Emperor Joan of Arc has sharp eyes, jealousy, anger, hatred and disdain, holding the sixty-foot giant sword, and shouting:

"This sword, if you dare to hide, you can know how many people will die in the city if you cut it down with one sword?"

The beginning and end of the Tucheng case has always been a thorn that Joan cannot remove in his heart. He planned for many years to refine the blood pill and soul pill, but was destroyed by others. The clone of King Huai died in Chuzhou, and he did not steal the chicken. Meter.

For a blatantly vicious "monster", this is enough to drive him crazy. . .

What's more, Xu Qi'an broke into the Meridian Gate, slashed the Duke of the country with a knife, and slapped him in the face of the Ninth Five-Year Lord in front of the people.

How does it feel to be slapped like this by a small person?

Later, Jianzheng, Zhao Shou and hundreds of civil and military officials forced him to commit crimes, and his face was peeled off again and trampled severely.

No matter how deep the city is, people will have to jump like thunder. What's more, he never conceals his evil thoughts. Like the demon way of the earth sect, Emperor Jeanne firmly believes that human nature is evil.

"You can try to prevent me from gathering sword strength, but you can't catch up with me. Of course," Joan of Arc paused, smiling slightly crazy: "You can also hide!"

While speaking, another iron sword swept across the air and merged into the giant sword, and the momentum rose a bit.

On the head of the city, there are soldiers preheating artillery with trembling hands, filling the artillery shells.

But the Centurion kicked him over and shouted in a deep voice: "Run!"

How can artillery deal with such a fairy-like character?

In an instant, the soldiers and martial artists spread out towards both sides of the city wall, as birds and beasts scattered. The city head behind Xu Qi'an was empty.

The giant sword is overwhelmingly powerful, with a length of sixty feet, and its sword aura bursts through the sky. It contains sword aura, which is condensed by the effort of a second-ranking human being.

If Luo Yuheng's rune sword is a casual sword of Renzong 2nd Rank, then Joan of Arc's sword is a Renzong 2nd Rank master, a sword with all his strength for a long time.

The reason why Joan of Arc summoned a huge number of iron swords was purely because ordinary weapons could not bear his overwhelming sword intent, so they were not allowed to do so.

This sword not only contains the Huanghuang sword energy, but also the power of the heart sword that specializes in slaying the soul.

Even if Xu Qi'an merged with the gods and made the Qi machine boil to the level of the third-rank pinnacle, but facing a second-rank Taoist master, Ren Zong Jianxiu who is not weak in attack and killing skills, he felt a huge threat and pressure.

If you take this sword hard, the flesh may survive, and the soul may not be necessary.

Under normal circumstances, he can hide, but Emperor Jeanne used the people of the city as a threat and forced him to take a sword.

This is the purpose of Joan of Arc pushing him out of the city.

If you pick it up, you have to endure the sword of the world.

If you don't pick up, let's not talk about fame, Xu Qi'an's own martial arts heart will be stained with dust, and it is difficult to think of Qingming.

Xu Qi'an was under tremendous pressure and searched for his own methods in his mind. Buddhism precepts are invalid for Joan, unless he is also Buddhism second or first grade.

Sit meditation skills certainly cannot stop this sword.

The Confucian magic cannot be used. If this sword is eliminated by the means of utterance, the backlash afterwards will not be much weaker than withstanding this sword.

Jianzheng did not make a shot, and it seems that he was really entangled by Salun Agu. Although he has a home court advantage in the capital, Salun Agu is a top-ranking product that has survived for thousands of years and cannot beat him in Dafeng. It's always okay to pester him for a while.

The last iron sword merged in, and Joan finally finished his sword strength, his sword fingers trembled slightly, as if he could not control this huge force.

The entire capital city, three million creatures, are panicking under the pressure of this sword.

This is the second product.

Like Tianwei.

"Cut!"

Jan of Arc yelled, her face flashed with pleasure, and the sword fingers manipulated the great sword, struggling to cut it down.

Xu Qi'an opened his eyes wide and watched the sword of the sky slash down, took a step forward, opened his hand, and roared:

"Come on!"

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

Rusheng carving knife.

The most treasured treasure of Confucianism, Confucian sages used it to carve a series of classics on bamboo slips.

The carving knife buzzed and trembled, a joy that had never been seen before. It no longer appeared like the previous two times, as if performing official duties.

This time, there was a strong mood swing from the carving knife. It was cheering, happy, and boiling, like, returning to its master.

Xu Qi'an held the carving knife with clear light in his eyes, stepped once again, and stabbed the Rusheng carving knife forward.

Sword Qi and Dao Yi collide head-on.

Before the collision, the air world between the two bursts with a dazzling flame, like the intersection of two fields with opposite attributes, producing a violent reaction.

Boom!

The collision of the two energies produced a terrible explosion, and the entire space seemed to collapse, sweeping the force of destruction.

The soldiers and martial artists at the head of the city fell down in pieces, dying.

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

The small half of the city wall collapsed.

The dust on the ground is scraped off layer after layer, and it is swept up into the sky with the boiling air current, like a sandstorm.

There was another bang, and the ground collapsed into a pit with a depth of more than ten meters. Xu Qi'an and Emperor Joan of Arc stood still, their feet on the void.

Jan of Arc's face was suddenly twisted, his cheek muscles bulged, and his forehead was blue with anger. His right arm holding the sword finger trembled violently and was extremely unstable.

Xu Qi'an's eyes flashed again, and he snarled, "In my whole life, I don't believe in the king!"

With this roar, above his head, a thousand-handed demon with twelve arms disappeared in a flash, and the image of an old man wearing a Confucian gown and a Confucian crown disappeared in a flash.

Both Confucian sages and Shenshen think it is very good.

Gala La........ At the node where the carving knife and the giant sword are engaged, there is a sad sound.

Split the iron sword in one hand, or blow it into pieces of iron, or melt it into molten iron.

Fan Tie is Fan Tie after all. When the sword qi of the second-rank human beings is exhausted, they quickly disintegrate, starting at the node of the fight, and spreading to the entire giant sword.

Xu Qi'an advanced all the way through the falling red molten iron and broken iron pieces, piercing the carving knife into the chest of Emperor Jeanne, and squeezed it hard against the roar of the opponent.

A body was picked out.

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

The body of Joan of Arc.

The sun **** lingering golden light and black light escaped from the body, and a clear light on his chest was like bone gangrene, which was difficult to get rid of.

Jan screamed in pain.

Xu Qi'an was about to take the opportunity to slash the sun god, suddenly a dangerous scene in his mind, he turned around and chopped out a peace knife, banging...in the sound of the collision, two figures touched Minute.

Duke Huai slipped back, and in the process, Joan of Arc's Yang God plunged into it and merged with the last body.

Xu Qi'an calmly wielded a peace knife and chopped up Joan's body into fine pieces, causing him to completely lose the original body and cut off the possibility of resurrection.

"Luo Yuheng told me that the Daoist powerhouse who crossed the Tribulation Period is the most taboo to lose the body, because the profound meaning of the first-grade land immortal is actually the fusion of the sun and the body again.

"Jan of Arc, without this innate body, you will cut off the opportunity to be promoted to the first grade. Even if you win the house, you will not fit in with the sun god. Unless you are willing to spend hundreds of years slowly running in. "

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

Compared with the third-rank martial artist, the Confucian Sage Carving Knife is more lethal to the Yangshen, which Zhao Shou told him.

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

This knife cut off Joan's "prospect" and at the same time severely damaged his Yang God.

"Damn, damn, damn..."

Jan of Arc's curse with gritted teeth, the malice in his eyes seemed to be true.

"Xu Qi'an, what I regret most is to let you live to this day. I should have killed you at all costs when you killed Cao Guogong and Hu Guogong!"

This emperor, who was polluted by the head of the Dazong Dao, lost his ability to manage his emotions, and became furious.

Xu Qi'an watched his gaffe with cold eyes, his chest undulated violently, exhaled and trained to recover his strength.

Duke Huai's breath is no longer at his peak, and Joan of Arc is also severely injured by the carving knife. Although his physical strength is extremely exhausted and his breath has declined slightly, the scale of victory has begun to tilt towards him.

Jan of Arc roared for a moment and recovered a little calm, staring at Xu Qi'an maliciously:

"After entering the second grade, I, like Luo Yuheng, sought a way to calm down the karmic fire. Her idea is to double cultivation with the emperor, and take a step forward to calm the karmic fire and smoothly overcome the calamity.

"In the first ten years, my thoughts were the same as hers. But the battle of Shanhaiguan that followed caused Dafeng to lose nearly half of his luck. This surprised me and regretted it. Surprisingly, I saw Changsheng No matter whether you want to take a look, you can’t control your luck.

"Even if I cultivate into a first-grade land immortal, I will die after all. It is simply God who helped me. Unfortunately, Luo Yuheng then dispelled the idea of ​​double cultivation with me. This made me lose the opportunity to grab her spiritual accumulation. For eleven years, no matter what I ask, she has never let go.

"So, I changed my mind. Since the human sect is not working, why not find another way? I can take the path of martial arts and use the clone of Duke Huai as the lead, practice blood pills, collect flower gods, reincarnate, and promote Second-rank, and then accommodate Yang Shen, become the only first-rank martial artist in the world.

"Wufu has almost no shortcomings, so naturally he is not afraid of karma burning. But the price is to cut off the Taoist system and become a land immortal. Because I transformed the three pure spirits, and transformed into the Yuanshen, King Huai and Yuanjing are my sons , But it’s not me after all.

"The physical body cannot be completely integrated, so I have to abandon the original body. Today, you helped me make up my mind."

He squinted his eyes, looked towards the palace, and said slowly:

"Counting the time, it's almost time! The people in the capital regard you as a hero, and I have killed you, a great hero today."

He stopped talking and began to fuse the two souls in his body.

The elements of earth, wind, water and fire are fused, turning into a cloud of "turbid" energy, lingering on his body.

His energy and blood have not changed, but his breath has begun to soar.

But Xu Qi'an still didn't pay attention to the enemy who became stronger in an instant, but turned his head and looked at the palace.

..........

In the imperial palace, hundreds of civil and military officials, noble ancestors, guards of the imperial army.........everyone, at the same time, heard a stern dragon chant from the palace of Emperor Yuanjing.

Countless people followed their voices.

At this moment, the royal family and clan members suddenly cramped, and there was an inexplicable panic.

It's like the end of the world, like a disaster.

In the Shaoyin Palace, the mount was lying on the table, frowning, covering her heart, crying:

"It hurts, it hurts my palace........."

In the square behind the Meridian Gate, the prince held his chest and bent over, his face pale, and his lips faded.

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

The guards behind him were shocked, and the officials withdrew their gazes to pay attention to the Prince's situation.

Outside the Jingyang Hall, Huai Qing helped Bai Yulan dry, and there was a real pain in the autumn waves, but instead of covering her chest, she clenched her fists and stared at the Jingyang Hall.

"Ang........"

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

"Dragon, dragon?!"

There were exclamations.

The spirit of the dragon veins left the ground and escaped from Dafeng.

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

Somewhere in the imperial city lake, the black button-like eyes of the spirit dragon stared at the golden dragon swimming in the sky, and its grinning teeth looked extremely angry.

Sang Bo, a sculpture of the founding emperor, the brass sword in his hand, uttered a piercing sword sound.

...........

"Look, there is a dragon?"

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

One street, one pedestrian, at this moment, one after another raised their heads, looking at the golden dragon that was constantly swimming over the capital, making waves of dragons.

Ordinary people only know the Jiaolong, the Jiaolong of the northern monster race, who often acts as an evil villain in painting and storybooks, and has a very vivid image.

"What the **** happened."

"What happened to those swords just now?"

"I don't know, let's see what the court has to say, everyone waits by the notice board."

All kinds of abnormalities, as well as the palpitating and disturbing coercion just now, can be noticed by every living creature.

In the Stargazing Tower, the moment the Dragon Vein Spirit appeared, Jianzheng seemed to be finally unable to hold it back, and his eyes, as calm as an ancient well, burst out with dazzling clear light.

Jianzheng raised his hand and grabbed it towards Jinlong.

But he didn't catch anything. Jinlong and him seemed to be out of the same world.

Saron Agu held the goat whip in his hand and said with a smile:

"In Dafeng, although I am not your opponent, I can still do it to stop you."

The supervisor was silent.

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

Jan of Arc rose into the air and said loudly: "Come!"

Summoned by him, the golden dragon twisted his body, and Tengyun came under his control.

Jan of Arc stepped on the dragon's head, overlooking Xu Qi'an from a high altitude.

"What do you do when you stand so high."

Xu Qi'an floats in the air and confronts Emperor Joan.

The emperor Joan of Arc stepped on the spirit of the dragon veins, with luck, and the power of the wizard **** to accompany him. He only felt unprecedented confidence:

"Dafeng will not perish in one day, I will still be the king of a country, with luck and luck, Xu Qi'an, what do you fight with me. You have a Confucian sage carving knife, and I have a township sword."

The sound is rolling like thunder.

Now, the boiling sound rang all over the capital.

People looked at the golden dragon in the distant sky. Although they couldn't see the figure on the dragon's head, they understood what Joan of Arc had just said clearly.

"That person calls himself "I", is that person your majesty?"

"He is fighting Xu Yinluo..."

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

"What can I fight with you?"

Xu Qi'an looked up and said lightly:

"I have to tell you something, so that you can understand it."

His voice is neither light nor heavy, only for the emperor to hear, and the people in the city do not have this ear power.

Jan of Arc looked at him coldly.

Xu Qi'an smiled meaningfully: "Do you know why Luo Yuheng is not willing to double repair with you, because the man she really likes is me."

Jan of Arc sneered and sneered: "Exciting generals? Stupid, if you think that these superficial things will make me angry, so I might as well continue."

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

"You have fought with me for so long, didn't you realize that I would be a heart sword?"

Jane's face sank.

"Chu Yuanzhen had a good relationship with me, but he was a registered disciple of the sect. He was not allowed and would not secretly teach swordsmanship. When I was in Jianzhou, I used Fulu to summon Luo Yuheng. Of course she could come because she Men are in danger. Otherwise, she has been living in Lingbao for 20 years, never going out, never going out, she will go out for no reason?

"In addition, you think she will intervene in the battle between us to help the new king ascend the throne, but if I tell you, she did it because of me?"

Every time Xu Qi'an said something, Joan's face became gloomy.

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

Now, Xu Qi'an tells him that the fairy-like woman who refuses herself with a cold face, like a fairy-like woman who does not eat the fireworks in the world, actually likes him and wants to double cultivation with him?

Even if Joan of Arc is only ill-intentioned with Luo Yuheng, when she hears this, anger still inevitably ignites in her chest.

"By the way, one more thing."

Xu Qi'an smiled: "You already know that I killed King Huai, and that the seal under Sangbo is in my body. Then, I must know the whereabouts of the princess."

Jan of Arc's face suddenly stiffened.

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

The blood rushed to the face, and if Luo Yuheng just slapped the face, the princess was taken as an outside room by Xu Qi'an, it would be a naked humiliation to him and a trampling on his dignity.

The princess is his woman, the woman in his harem, even if it was later given to the Zhenbei King, isn't the Zhenbei King also him?

As the prince of a country, I definitely cannot bear such humiliation.

"Xu Qi'an, I want to break your corpse into ten thousand pieces, ten thousand pieces of corpse!!"

Jan of Arc walked away completely, her face was distorted, she was angry, and roared: "The sword is coming!"

In Chuzhou, the mysterious master once picked up the Zhen Guojian, and Joan was puzzled for a long time about this. It wasn't until Xu Qi'an's identity was exposed that he suddenly realized.

Just as the demon monk under Sangbo was blocked by the prison guard, Xu Qi'an was able to hold the Zhen Guo sword that day, and it was mostly the guard who helped.

If someone outside the imperial family can pick up the sword, then that person is the supervisor.

This time is different. Duke Huai was the prince, but now he is the real emperor.

Furthermore, he is the king of a country with the spirit of dragon veins.

Looking at Dafeng, this luck is unique.

The supervisor was entangled by Salon Agu at this time, and could no longer stop him.

Boom!

Sangbo, the mountain and river temple in Yongzhen exploded, and the brass sword rose into the sky, turning into streamer and flew away.

This streamer ran across the sky, across the pupils of everyone who raised their heads, and countless people's gazes were chasing that streamer.

Dafeng Zhibao Town National Sword!

In the Shanhaiguan battle, the emperor took out the Zhen Guojian from the Yongzhen Shanhe Temple and handed it over to the Zhenbei King.

This story has spread widely.

Zhen Guo Jian is a symbol of the Dafeng imperial family, which is common sense that ordinary people also know.

Outside the Jingyang Temple, Huaiqing's expression suddenly changed: "Zhen Guojian...it's bad!"

"Zhen, Zhen Guo Jian..."

His Royal Highness's face was as pale as paper, and looked at Wang Shoufu with extreme fear.

All this happened, completely beyond the limit he could imagine, the golden dragon suddenly vacated, suddenly the majestic father and emperor...and the symbol of the royal family, the great sword of the imperial soldiers. .

His move to close the palace door not long ago, the cautious thoughts hidden behind him, could not have been concealed from his father.

The catastrophe is imminent.

Wang Shoufu didn't answer, but nodded at him calmly, beckoning him not to mess around.

Inner city, a small courtyard.

The woman in the sarong carefully followed the ladder and climbed onto the roof.

She looked at the horizon, still unable to see the battle scene, only occasionally heard a few thunderous explosions.

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

It must be alive.

...........

On the outskirts of Beijing, Daoist Black Lotus, whose breath has weakened to the extreme, recovered his figure once again, looking at the majestic and mighty woman, laughing wildly:

"Luo Yuheng, did you hear that? Zhen Guojian specializes in destroying the body of a martial artist. When Jianzheng can't take action, the boundary of the capital, no, the boundary of Dafeng, Jeanne is invincible."

Invincible? Luo Yuheng "heh" said: "I will allow you to live for a while."

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

After this war, you are mine.

The corners of her mouth cocked.

Jianzheng walked to the side of the Eight Diagrams platform, looking at the streamer that started in Sangbo and ran across half of the capital.

Saron Agu tightened the goat whip in his hand.

The two No. 1 products did not fight each other, but their fields are already colliding fiercely, silently.

Everyone's eyes are chasing that streamer. In this peak matchup, Zhen Guojian is the key and the key to the whole victory.

Xu Qi'an's pupils reflected the light from Zhen Guojian. His pupils were slightly enlarged, appearing apathetic, showing a hollow of divergent attention.

What flashed in his mind was the people who fell in the Chuzhou massacre case, like grass mustard; it was the queen of Zhenbei who was slain, and the soldiers held his fists and saluted him; it was Zheng Xinghuai who was running in the capital, asking for help The back of the doorless Xiao Suo; it was his eyes that could not be closed when he died in prison.

It is Caishikou, with respectful gazes; outside Yuyang Pass, there are great servicemen who are eager to defend their homeland and repel the enemy.

Finally, he thought of the Tsing Yi.

Neither reputation nor himself cares about that person.

The man lived for only two things throughout his life, one is love and the other is faith.

The former is oneself, the latter is the country, the people.

In my life, why?

He stretched out his hand and shouted: "Come on with the sword!"

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

It has never changed its trajectory. From beginning to end, it chose Xu Qi'an.

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

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

Xu Qi'an held the brass sword and yelled again in the face of Emperor Joan of Arc: "Linglong!"

Wow!

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

The spirit dragon bursts out of the waves, soaring through the clouds and driving the fog, with purple aura spewing out of its nostrils, and its scales enveloping with purple light.

Its bones undergo amazing changes in the "cracking" crisp sound. Under the scales, the muscles bulge one by one, and the dragon's body becomes longer and slenderer and stronger.

The horns on the top of the head split, and layers of thick bristles grow around the neck, and the claws and fangs become sharper.

The two black button-like pupils contracted and elongated and turned into vertical pupils.

It has become more like a dragon, a dragon in the true sense.

The Linglong Tengyun drives at extremely fast speed, as if he can't wait to pounce on his "master".

Xu Qi'an floated on its back, holding the Zhen Guo sword in his right hand, holding the Rusheng carving knife in his left hand, and stepping on the spirit dragon.

"Impossible! This is impossible!"

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

"Why do you drive the spirit dragon, why do you use the Zhen Guojian?!"

He has the anger of being betrayed by the whole world.

This feeling, like the sharpest weapon, pierced into his heart fiercely.

Zhen Guojian was left by Emperor Gaozu. It has aura and only recognizes members of the royal family. Linglong had to depend on the royal family to survive by devouring purple energy.

However, neither of these two things chose him.

Emperor Jeanne was shocked, and some people in the capital were even more shocked, such as the prince, such as Huaiqing, such as a fourth-rank martial artist, and a royal family.

...........

The Royal Palace.

The prince, leading the civil and military officials, climbed the city wall of the morning gate and looked at the top of the city. You can vaguely see the two sides fighting in the distant horizon.

"Well, why did Zhen Guojian choose Xu Qi'an, and why did Linglong choose Xu Qi'an?"

The prince looked around, his voice was sharp, "Who will tell this palace, who will tell this palace?"

Especially Linglong. When the prince was a child, he liked to ride Linglong the most, and he was proud of the fact that Linglong was only close to the royal family members. This is the exclusive privilege of royal family members.

The clan does not have such privileges.

Those princesses, elder sons, and honorable heirs can only watch enviously from the shore.

But now, what did he see? Seeing Linglong willing to become a "civilian" identity, he fought **** battles for him.

Seeing Xu Qi'an riding a spirit dragon, fighting fiercely with the king of a country.

The prince received a huge impact.

The civil and military officials around him looked complicated, but no one could give him the answer.

Yes, why did Linglong choose Xu Qi'an?

Why did your majesty summon Zhen Guojian, and it also chose Xu Qi'an?

Xu Qi'an, what is his identity?

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

What kind of identity is Xu Qi'an? His identity is by no means simple. Otherwise, how could Linglong and Zhen Guojian choose him instead of your majesty.

"He, who the **** is he? Isn't he... Your Majesty's illegitimate child?"

Some civil servants whispered with complicated expressions.

After listening, the surrounding officials showed contemplation.

The prince's heart suddenly shuddered.

"No, Xu Qi'an is over Double Ten, and your Majesty has been practicing the Taoism for 21 years. To be precise, it is 21 and a half years."

"How do you explain the current situation?"

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

"Because your majesty is innocent!"

Everyone followed the sound to see that it was Wang Shoufu.

Wang Shoufu looked around the officials 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 of the gods, and joined forces with the Witch God Sect to kill Wei Yuan. The emperor is innocent, and Xu Qian will kill him. "

The officials commotion.

I have to admit that Wang Shoufu’s remarks are highly credible.

Your Majesty has a peerless cultivation base, which they have witnessed. The choice of Zhen Guo Jian and Linglong also verified this statement.

The **** soldiers and spirit beasts who only recognized the royal family chose Xu Qi'an.

This is more useful than any evidence.

Fun Jun!

The word flashed through the hearts of the public.

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

In the suburbs of Beijing, Luo Yuheng killed a large piece of thick liquid with a single sword, and sneered: "How?"

Hei Lian didn't answer, his eyes were malicious and crazy, but he was more afraid.

He no longer gives up the fight of life and death, only entanglement, and retreats.

His luck is indeed strong, whether it is Linglong or Zhen Guojian, they all chose him.........Luo Yuheng pursed his mouth and smiled deeper.

..........

Also in the suburbs of Beijing, another prescription.

Chu Yuanzhen sat on the spine of his sword, looking at the battle in the distance. The terrible fluctuation was only a trace, which made the four of them frightened.

"This is his hole card?"

Chu Yuanzhen looked at the Saintess of Tianzong beside him, and the number one champion Lang was extremely complicated: "He, what is his identity?"

He used to think that No. 3 was Xu New Year, but later discovered that No. 3 was Xu Qi'an, which is a lustful embryo. Now he thinks that Xu Qi'an is still Xu Qi'an, but not necessarily Xu Qi'an of the Xu family.

"How do I know." Li Miaozhen rolled 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. Will there be any accidents.

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

Chu Yuanzhen muttered to himself.

Jan of Arc has no way. It is not difficult to understand that the betrayal of relatives is not difficult to understand, but this does not mean that Linglong and Zhen Guojian will choose Xu Qi'an.

There are many dull kings, and I haven't seen these two beings so active.

So the problem still lies with Xu Qi'an.

In the serious atmosphere, Lina muttered: "I'm so hungry."

...........

"Why? Since you have already rebelled against relatives, it was not Linglong and Zhen Guojian who chose me, but they chose Dafeng."

Xu Qi'an's energy accumulation ended, and he calmly stabbed the carving knife, the target was Yuan Jingdi's eyebrows.

The Confucian sage carved a knife, the world is cut with a sword, the heart sword, the lion roar, and the nourishment is melted in one furnace.

Jade broken!

The dazzling burst of dazzling light

The desperate person cannot be retired, and he would rather be jade broken than tile.

This knife is inevitable.

The earth, wind, water, and fire melted into four colors, a slightly turbid barrier blocking the knife.

In the mouth of the Dragon Vein Spirit, in that transparent bead, the witch god's eyeball shot a black light.

"Roar!"

Linglong spit out a large amount of purple qi and poured it into the knife to fuse the purple qi and clear qi.

The black light shattered on the carving knife.

The power of fire, water, and fire collapsed.

The foreheads of Emperor Joan of Arc and Xu Qi'an were chapped successively, and blood flowed.

"Ah!!!"

Jan of Arc screamed.

Yangshen was hit hard.

The soldiers who cross the river cannot retreat, but they can kill the king!

In spite of the blood flowing from his forehead, Xu Qi'an raised the Zhen Guo sword, the spirit dragon turned his head, and sprayed another purple breath around the sword.

Zhen Guojian buzzed and trembled.

"Spirit Dragon!"

He yelled.

The spirit dragon roared and rushed towards the golden dragon, towards Emperor Yuanjing, Xu Qi'an controlled the spirit beast and pierced the Zhenguo sword.

Jade broken!

It's another jade break.

The black light flashed continuously, and the witch god's eyes kept shooting the black light, but it could not dissipate Xu Qi'an's will, and it could not dissipate the purple gas spit out by the spirit dragon, and helplessly collided on the Zhen Guo sword.

Jan of Arc was injured, and at this time he was unable to control the power of the Four Elephants, which was formed by geomantic omen, water and fire, and he instinctively punched out his fists and punched out.

Puff!

Zhen Guojian ignored the black light, Xu Qi'an resisted his fist and let the sword pierce the chest of Emperor Joan of Arc. He held the enemy high like a cavalry with long hair.

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

He didn't care, holding on to the hilt, Zhen Guo Jian advanced a few more points, and the sword aura eroded the vitality of the third rank martial artist.

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

Pinching Joan of Arc by the neck, drew out the Zhen Guojian, and cut off her feet.

Emperor Jeanne's eyes were red, and under severe damage, the Yang God exploded his potential, and his right palm condensed into a sword of four elephants, which was pierced into Xu Qi'an's chest.

"Your Majesty, the minister collects debts from you for Wei Gong and 80,000 soldiers." He mocked.

Zhen Guojian cut off his right arm again.

"You insurgent thief!"

The emperor Joan of Arc suffered incomparably and felt humiliated. He ruled the court. Today, he was provoked by a man with the sword of his ancestors, and he scolded him face to face.

His only left hand was clenched into a fist and hit Xu Qi'an's temple severely.

Dang!

The loud noise spread all over the world.

Xu Qi'an instantly bleeds from the seven orifices, and the flame halo on the back of his head almost goes out.

The Zhen Guojian cut down, cutting down the last arm of Joan of Arc.

All limbs are broken.

Xu Qi'an's **** face slowly raised an orange smile:

"Forgot to tell you that Lin'an and I have privately decided for life. When I kill you, they will take the lead and claim the throne, take your place, and marry your granddaughter, well, your nominal daughter.

"Everything about you is mine. Today, the entire capital city is watching me kill you!"

Jan of Arc's eyes were wide and round, and the pupils in his eye sockets were trembling.

Humiliation, unwillingness, anger, resentment.........All kinds of emotions surged up. After two dynasties, he had a brilliant life and controlled the supreme power.

It was coming, and it ended in such a humiliating way.

Xu Qi'an put the sword across his neck, happily: "This time, I will destroy your body and make it difficult for you to regenerate."

With a touch, the head rolls off.

Yang Shen went out of his body and quickly fled, Jeanne yelled: "Come!"

The spirit of the dragon veins came into the air, opened his big mouth, and swallowed the Yang God of Joan of Arc.

"Xu Qi'an, I will not let you go. I will kill you at all costs, kill all the people around you, and make you uneasy for life."

Jane's spiteful roar came from inside the golden dragon.

Dragon veins belong to a kind of air luck. Xu Qi'an can't do anything about it. The carving knife and the Zhen Guo sword can't cut it. Although the spirit dragon can swallow the air, the spirit of the dragon veins is not pure purple air.

Unexpectedly, the special nature of the dragon veins would eventually become his last protective umbrella.

The body is completely destroyed, but as long as the Yang Shen is still there, he is still a second-rank.

At this moment, in Xu Qi'an's arms, the fragments of the ground book flew out, and a slightly curved dragon tooth flew out of the mirror, and the engraved spell on its surface lit up.

The dragon tooth whizzes away and easily catches up with the dragon vein spirit and penetrates it!

"No!!"

The scream of Joan of Arc came.

Immediately afterwards, with a "boom", the spirit of the dragon vein exploded into fragments, flew around, turned into streamers, and disappeared at the end of the horizon.

Jan of Arc's sun **** is no longer relying on, and is attacked by dragon teeth, his sun **** is bleak.

Xu Qi'an rushed forward riding a spirit dragon, and the carving knife pierced the center of Joan's forehead, and the Zhen Guojian thrust into the chest.

Dazzling clear light and sword energy bloom.

The sun **** is like ice under the scorching sun~IndoMTL.com~ melting rapidly.

"Your Majesty, humble duty to send you on the road."

"Xu Qi'an..."

In the cry of unwillingness and pain, the Yang Shen disappeared.

The emperor who overlooked the imperial court was completely gone.

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PS: This chapter was actually finished around 12 o'clock, but after re-reviewing the manuscript, I found that the writing was not good enough and not cool enough, so I deleted nearly four thousand words.

Then I refined and edited it for a long time, and I really tried my best...I tried my best to write a chapter that I was satisfied with. It was my last stubbornness. Everyone should criticize it lightly. People are afraid of pain.

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