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Chapter 487: Regicide
Chapter 487: Regicide The warrior may think that he has good cultivation and is also a person of some importance. Even if he cannot intervene in this level of fighting, he can always speak, right?
So he simply asked.
Emperor Zhendde looked at the master who was at least fifth-rank, and just narrowed his eyes. No moves were made, no aura was seen, and the master who leaned out and asked loudly suddenly fell from the top of the city.
The soul was annihilated, and he died silently.
There was silence on the top of the city. Whether it was ordinary soldiers or warriors who joined in the fun, they all retreated, looked at "Prince Huai" in fear, and looked away the next moment, not daring to attract the attention of this terrible person, for fear of becoming the second poor guy to die 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 more famous than the court?"
Emperor Joan of Arc looked grim, full of jealousy, anger, hatred and disdain. Holding the sixty-foot-long giant sword, he shouted:
"If you dare to dodge this sword, do you know how many people in the city will die if it is cut by this sword?"
The whole story of the massacre has always been a thorn in Joan of Arc's heart. He planned for many years and refined blood pills and soul pills, but they were destroyed. The clone of the King of Huai died in Chuzhou, and he lost more than he gained.
For a "demon" who flaunts his evil nature, this is enough to make him mad.
What's more, Xu Qi'an broke into the Meridian Gate, killed the Duke with a knife, and slapped him, the emperor, in the face in front of the people.
How does it feel to be slapped in the face by a small person?
Later, the Supervisor, Zhao Shou, and all the civil and military officials forced him to issue a confession of guilt, and his face was peeled off again and trampled on.
Even the most cunning person would be furious, not to mention that he never concealed his evil thoughts. Like the Earth Sect demon, Emperor Zhend'Arc firmly believed that human nature is evil.
"You can try to stop me from gathering sword power, but you can't catch up with me... Of course," Emperor Zhend'Arc paused and laughed a little crazy: "You can also hide!"
While speaking, another iron sword swept across the sky and merged into the giant sword, and the momentum increased a little more.
On the top of the city, some soldiers were trembling with fear, preheating the artillery and loading the shells with trembling hands.
But the centurion kicked him over with one foot and shouted in a deep voice: "Run!"
Such a god-like figure? How can artillery deal with it.
In an instant, the soldiers and warriors scattered to both sides of the city wall? Like birds and beasts? The top of the city behind Xu Qian'an? Empty.
The mighty giant sword was sixty feet long, and the sword energy burst through the sky. The sword energy contained in it was condensed by a second-grade Renzong sword cultivator with all his strength.
If Luo Yuheng's talisman sword was a casual sword of a second-grade Renzong, then Zhende's sword was a full-strength sword of a second-grade Renzong master who had accumulated power for a long time.
The reason why Emperor Zhende summoned a large number of iron swords was purely because ordinary weapons could not withstand his overwhelming sword intent, so he had no choice.
This sword not only contained brilliant sword energy, but also the power of the heart sword that was specifically designed to cut off the Yuanshen.
Even though Xu Qian'an had integrated the divine special and made the Qi boil to the peak level of the third grade, he felt a huge threat and pressure when facing a second-grade Taoist master whose attack and killing skills were not weaker than those of a martial artist.
If he took this sword head-on, his physical body might survive, but his Yuanshen might not.
Under normal circumstances, he could dodge, but Emperor Jeanne used the people in the city as a threat to force him to take the sword.
This was the purpose of Jeanne pushing him out of the city.
If he took it, he would have to bear this world-shattering sword.
If he didn't take it, not to mention his reputation, Xu Qi'an's martial arts heart would definitely be tainted by dust, and it would be difficult for him to think clearly.
Under tremendous pressure, Xu Qi'an
"I don't know. Let's see what the court says. Everyone, wait by the notice board."
All kinds of abnormalities, as well as the palpitating and uneasy pressure just now, can be felt by every living being.
In the Star Observatory, when the dragon vein spirit appeared, the supervisor seemed to finally be unable to hold back. His eyes, as calm as an ancient well, burst out with dazzling light.
The supervisor raised his hand and grabbed the golden dragon.
But he didn't catch anything. The golden dragon seemed to be in a different world from him.
Saren Agu held the sheep whip in his hand and said with a smile:
"In Dafeng, I am not your opponent, but I can still stop you."
The supervisor was silent.
......
Emperor Joan of Arc soared into the air and shouted, "Come!"
The golden dragon was summoned by him, twisted its body, and flew over on the clouds.
Joan of Arc stepped on the dragon head and looked down at Xu Qian'an from a high altitude.
"Why are you standing so high?"
Xu Qi'an floated in the air, confronting Emperor Zhen'de from a distance.
Emperor Zhen'de stepped on the spirit of the dragon vein, with good luck and the power of the witch god, and felt unprecedented confidence:
"As long as Dafeng survives, I will still be the king of a country. With good luck, Xu Qi'an, what can you use to fight me? You have the Confucian sage's carving knife, and I have the sword to protect the country."
The voice rolled like thunder.
This time, the boiling sound rang out in all parts of the capital.
People looked at the golden dragon in the sky in the distance. Although they couldn't see the figure on the dragon head, they heard the words of Emperor Zhen'de clearly.
"That man called himself "I", is that man Your Majesty?"
"He is fighting with Xu Yinluo..."
In Dafeng, there is only one person who dares to call himself "I".
"What can I fight you with?"
Xu Qi'an looked straight ahead and said calmly:
"There are some things I have to tell you, so that you can die knowingly."
His voice was neither loud nor soft, so that only Emperor Zhende could hear it, and the people in the city could not hear it.
Emperor Zhende looked at him coldly.
Xu Qi'an smiled meaningfully: "Do you know why Luo Yuheng is unwilling to practice dual cultivation with you? Because the man she really likes is me."
Zhende sneered and said: "Provocation? Stupid, if you think that saying these superficial words can make me angry, you might as well continue."
Xu Qi'an looked at the emperor who had been on the throne for a century with pity, and said:
"You have been fighting with me for so long, didn't you find that I also have the Heart Sword?"
Zhende's face sank.
"Chu Yuanzhen and I are good friends, but he is a registered disciple of the Renzong, and he is not allowed to teach swordsmanship to others privately. When I was in Jianzhou, I summoned Luo Yuheng with a talisman. Of course she had to come because her man was in danger. Otherwise, considering her character of living in Lingbao Temple for 20 years, never going out, and never taking action, why would she take action for no reason?
"In addition, you think she would intervene in the battle between us to help the new king ascend the throne, but what if I tell you that she took action because of me? "
With every word Xu Qian'an said, Joan's face darkened.
He had coveted Luo Yuheng for a long time. For twenty years, he had been thinking about practicing with her, but was rejected every time.
Now, Xu Qian'an told him that the fairy-like woman who rejected him with a cold face, who seemed to be out of touch with the world, actually liked him and wanted to practice with him?
Even if Joan had bad intentions towards Luo Yuheng, she could not help but feel a raging anger when she heard such words.
"By the way, there is one more thing."
Xu Qian'an smiled: "You already know that I killed the Prince of Huai, and that the seal under Mulberry Lake is in my body. Then, I believe you also know the whereabouts of the princess."
Emperor Joan's face suddenly stiffened.
Xu Qian'an said leisurely: "She is my concubine now. "
The blood rushed to his face. If Luo Yuheng was just slapping him in the face, then the princess being taken in by Xu Qiyan as a concubine was a naked humiliation to him and a trampling on his dignity.
The princess was his woman, a woman in his harem. Even if she was later given to the King of Zhenbei, wasn't the King of Zhenbei also him?
As the king of a country, he absolutely could not tolerate such humiliation.
"Xu Qiyan, I will cut you into pieces, into pieces! ! "
Joan of Arc was completely out of control, her face was distorted, her hair was standing on end with anger, and she roared: "Sword! "
When in Chuzhou, the mysterious master had picked up the Sword of the Nation. Joan of Arc was confused for a long time until Xu Qi'an's identity was exposed.
Just like the demon monk under Sangpo was shielded from the secrets by the Supervisor, Xu Qi'an was able to hold the Sword of the Nation that day, most likely with the help of the Supervisor.
If someone outside the royal family can pick up the Sword of the Nation, then this person must be the Supervisor.
But this time is different. The Prince of Huai was a prince that day, and now he is a 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.
The Supervisor was now being Entangled, unable to stop it.
Boom!
In Sangpo, the Yongzhen Mountain and River Temple exploded, and the brass sword soared into the sky and turned into a stream of light and flew away.
This stream of light passed through the sky and the pupils of everyone who raised their heads. Countless people's eyes followed that stream of light.
The Great Treasure of Dafeng, the Sword of the State!
During the Battle of Shanhaiguan, the emperor took out the Sword of the State from the Yongzhen Mountain and River Temple and handed it to the King of Zhenbei.
This story has spread widely.
The Sword of the State is the symbol of the Dafeng royal family, which is common knowledge known to ordinary people.
Outside the Jingyang Palace, Huaiqing's face suddenly changed: "The Sword of the State... Damn it! "
"Zhen, the Sword of the Nation..."
His Royal Highness's face was as pale as paper, and he looked at Prime Minister Wang in extreme panic.
All that happened was beyond his imagination, the golden dragon that suddenly soared into the sky, his father's awe-inspiring power... and the symbol of the royal family, the Sword of the Nation.
The action of closing the palace door not long ago, the hidden thoughts behind it, could not be hidden from his father.
Disaster is coming.
Prince Wang did not respond, but nodded to him calmly, indicating that he should not panic.
In the inner city, someone A small courtyard.
The woman in a cloth skirt climbed up the ladder carefully to 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 you wanted to kill the king...... She clenched her fists.
You must stay alive.
In the suburbs of Beijing, the Black Lotus Taoist priest, whose breath was extremely weak, recovered his body again, looked at the fierce and beautiful woman, and laughed wildly:
"Luo Yuheng, did you hear that? The Zhenguo Sword is specially used to break the physical body of a warrior. When the Supervisor is unable to spare his hands, in the territory of Beijing, no, in the territory of Dafeng, Jeanne is invincible."
Invincible? Luo Yuheng said, "I will let you live for a while. "
She immediately turned her head and looked towards the capital, narrowing her beautiful eyes.
After this battle, you are mine.
The corners of her mouth curled up.
The supervisor walked to the side of the Bagua platform and looked at the stream of light that started from Sangpo and swept across half of the capital.
Saren Agu tightened the sheep whip in his hand.
The two first-rank warriors did not fight, but their fields were already colliding fiercely, silently.
Everyone's eyes were chasing the stream of light. In this peak duel, the Sword of the Nation was the key, the key to the entire victory or defeat.
Xu Qian'an's pupils reflected the light from the Sword of the Nation. His pupils dilated slightly, and he looked dull, showing a void of distracted attention.
What flashed through his mind was the massacre in Chuzhou In the case, the fallen civilians were like grass; the soldiers on the city wall saluted him after killing the Queen of Zhenbei; the desolate back of Zheng Xinghuai running around the capital, seeking help from nowhere; he died in prison, unable to close his eyes.
It was the respectful eyes at Caishikou; it was the Dafeng soldiers outside Yuyang Pass who were eager to defend their homes and repel the enemy.
Finally, he thought of the blue dress.
Whether it was reputation or himself, it was not what that person cared about.
That person lived his whole life for only two things, one was love, the other was belief.
The former was himself, the latter was the country and the people.
What am I doing in this life?
He stretched out his hand and roared, "Sword! "
The stream of light came whistling and fell into Xu Qiyan's hands.
It has never changed its trajectory. From the beginning to the end, it chose Xu Qiyan.
This peerless magic weapon that accompanied Emperor Gaozu in the battlefield abandoned Gaozu's bloodline and chose an outsider.
The sword of the state chose Xu Qiyan... Anyone who saw this scene widened their eyes.
Xu Qiyan held the brass sword and shouted again in front of Emperor Zhen's stiff face: "Spirit Dragon! "
Ahhh!
In the imperial city and the palace, countless people heard the roar of the spirit dragon.
The spirit dragon broke through the waves and flew into the clouds. A little purple air gushed out of its nostrils, and its scales were surrounded by purple light.
Its bones underwent amazing changes with a crisp "crackling" sound. Under the scales, muscles bulged one by one, and the dragon's body stretched out, becoming more slender and more agile.
The horns on the top of the head were forked, and layers of thick mane grew on the neck. The claws and fangs became sharper.
The two black button-like pupils shrank and stretched, turning into vertical pupils.
It became more like a dragon, a real dragon.
The spirit dragon flew through the clouds at an extremely fast speed, as if it couldn't wait to pounce on its "master".
Xu Qian'an landed lightly on its back, holding the Zhenguo Sword in his right hand, the Confucian Sage Carving Knife in his left hand, and stepping on the spirit dragon.
"Impossible! This is impossible! "
Emperor Zhende's face turned extremely ugly. He opened his eyes wide and his pupils trembled slightly.
"Why do you drive the spirit dragon? Why do you use the sword of state? !"
He felt a kind of anger of being betrayed by the whole world.
This feeling, like the sharpest weapon, pierced his heart fiercely.
The sword of state was left by Emperor Gaozu. It has spirit and only recognizes members of the royal family. The spirit dragon must rely on the royal family to swallow the purple air to survive.
However, neither of these two things chose him.
........
Emperor Zhende was shocked, and some people in the capital were even more shocked, such as the prince, Huaiqing, and the fourth-rank warriors and the royal relatives.
........
The palace.
The prince led the civil and military officials to the wall of the Meridian Gate. Looking from the top of the city, they could vaguely see the two sides fighting in the distant sky.
"Why, why did the sword of state choose Xu Qian'an, why did the spirit dragon choose Xu Qian'an? "
The prince looked around and said sharply, "Who will tell me, who will tell me? "
Especially Linglong. When the prince was a child, he liked to ride Linglong the most. He was proud of the fact that Linglong only approached the royal family members. This was a privilege unique to the royal family members.
The royal family did not have such privileges.
The princesses, princes, and the descendants of the nobles could only watch enviously on the shore.
But now, what did he see? He saw Linglong willing to become a "commoner" and fight bloody battles for him.
Seeing Xu Qiyan riding Linglong and fighting fiercely with the king of a country.
The prince was greatly shocked.
The civil and military officials around him had complicated expressions, but no one could give him an answer.
Yes, why did Linglong choose Xu Qiyan?
Why did your majesty summon the sword of the state, and it also chose Xu Qiyan?
Xu Qiyan, what is his identity?
A series of question marks flashed through the minds of the ministers.
What is Xu Qiyan's identity? His identity is definitely not simple, otherwise why would Linglong and the sword of the state choose him instead of your majesty.
"Who is he? Is it... Your Majesty's illegitimate child?"
A civil servant whispered with a complicated look.
After hearing this, the officials around him were in deep thought.
The prince's heart suddenly trembled.
"No, Xu Qi'an is over 20 years old, and Your Majesty has been practicing Taoism for 21 years, to be precise, 21 and a half years."
"Then how to explain the current situation?"
The prince breathed a sigh of relief. He was so out of control just now, but in fact he had the same guess in his heart.
"Because Your Majesty is unrighteous!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, it was Wang Shoufu.
Wang Shoufu looked around at all the officials and said loudly: "Every word Xu Qi'an said outside the imperial city is true. Your Majesty colluded with the Wushen Cult, cut off the army's food and grass, and worked together with the Wushen Cult to kill Wei Yuan. The emperor was unrighteous, and Xu Qi'an attacked him. "
The ministers were in an uproar.
They had to admit that Prime Minister Wang's words were highly credible.
Your Majesty had peerless cultivation, which they had witnessed with their own eyes. And the choice of the Sword of the Nation and the Spirit Dragon also verified this statement.
They only recognized the divine weapons and spirit beasts of the royal family, and they all chose Xu Qian'an.
This is more useful than any evidence.
Stupid monarch!
This word flashed through the minds of the officials.
......
In the suburbs of Beijing, Luo Yuheng destroyed a large area of thick liquid with a sword and sneered: "How?"
Hei Lian did not answer, with malice and madness in his eyes, but more fear.
He no longer fought desperately, just entangled, and had the idea of retreating.
His luck was indeed strong, whether it was Linglong or the sword of the state, they all chose him......Luo Yuheng pursed his lips and smiled more deeply.
.......
Also in the suburbs of Beijing, in another direction.
Chu Yuanzhen sat cross-legged on the sword ridge, looking at the battle in the distance. The terrible fluctuations were only a little bit, which made the four people tremble with fear.
"Is this his trump card?"
Chu Yuanzhen looked at the saint of Tianzong beside him, and the top scholar had an extremely complicated expression: "He, what is his identity?"
He once thought that number three was Xu Xinnian, but later found out that number three was the pervert Xu Qiyan. Now he thinks that Xu Qiyan is still Xu Qiyan, but not necessarily Xu Qiyan from the Xu family.
"How should I know?" Li Miaozhen rolled her eyes.
She didn't care about Xu Qi'an's identity, she only cared whether Xu Qi'an could beat Zhen'a. Would there be any accidents?
"Too incredible, too incredible..."
Chu Yuanzhen muttered to himself.
It's not difficult to understand that Zhen'a was unjust and deserted by everyone, but this doesn't mean that Linglong and Zhenguojian would choose Xu Qi'an.
There are many incompetent and unjust kings, and I haven't seen these two being so active.
So the problem still lies with Xu Qi'an.
In the serious atmosphere, Lina muttered, "I'm so hungry."
........
"Why? Because you have been deserted by everyone. It's not Linglong and Zhenguojian who chose me, but they chose Dafeng."
Xu Qi'an finished charging, and calmly stabbed the carving knife, aiming at the center of Emperor Yuan Jing's eyebrows.
The carving knife of the Confucian saint, the slash of heaven and earth, the heart sword, the lion's roar, and the nourishment of the mind are melted into one furnace.
Jade shattered!
A dazzling and clear light burst out
People in desperate situations have no way to retreat, and would rather die than live in disgrace.
This knife cannot be avoided.
The earth, wind, water and fire merged into four colors, and a slightly turbid barrier blocked the carving knife.
In the mouth of the dragon vein spirit, in the transparent bead, the eyeball of the witch god shot out a black light.
"Roar!"
The spirit dragon spewed out a large amount of purple air, poured it into the carving knife, and let the purple air merge with the clear air.
The black light collided with the carving knife.
The power of earth, fire, water and fire collapsed.
The foreheads of Emperor Zhende and Xu Qian'an were cracked one after another, and blood flowed.
"Ah!!!"
Emperor Zhende screamed.
Yangshen suffered a heavy blow.
The soldiers who crossed the river had no way to retreat, but they could kill the king!
Xu Qi'an ignored the blood flowing from his forehead and raised the Sword of the Nation. The spirit dragon turned its head and sprayed another breath of purple air, which wrapped around the sword.
The Sword of the Nation vibrated.
"Spirit dragon!"
He roared.
The spirit dragon roared and rushed towards the golden dragon and Emperor Yuan Jing. Xu Qi'an controlled the spirit beast and stabbed the Sword of the Nation.
Shattered with honor!
Another jade-shattered.
Black light flashed continuously, and the witch god's eyes kept shooting black light, but it could not dissipate Xu Qi'an's will, let alone the purple air sprayed by the spirit dragon, and it had no choice but to crash into the Sword of the Nation.
The Yang God of Emperor Zhen's was injured, and at this time he was unable to control the power of the four symbols of earth, wind, water and fire. He instinctively punched and punched with fist intention.
Puff!
The Sword of the Nation ignored the black light. Xu Qi'an resisted the punch and let the sword pierce into the chest of Emperor Jeanne d'Arc. He was like a cavalryman holding long hair, lifting the enemy high.
He didn't care. He pressed the hilt of the sword, and the Sword of the Nation advanced a few more points. The sword energy eroded the vitality of the third-grade warrior.
Blood flowed from Xu Qi'an's chest, and he also had a penetrating wound.
He didn't care. He pressed the hilt of the sword, and the Sword of the Nation advanced a few more points. The sword energy eroded the vitality of the third-grade warrior.
Xu Qi'an smiled and said, "Your Majesty, you have been practicing Taoism for twenty-one years. Have you ever heard the weeping of the people in your dreams?"
He pinched Jeanne d'Arc's neck, pulled out the Sword of the Nation, and cut off Jeanne d'Arc's feet.
Emperor Jeanne d'Arc's eyes were red. Under the heavy blow, the Yang Shen burst out the potential. The right palm condensed the earth, wind, water and fire, melted into the Four Symbols Sword, and stabbed into Xu Qi'an's chest.
"Your Majesty, I am asking for your debt on behalf of Duke Wei and 80,000 soldiers." He taunted.
The Sword of the Nation cut off the right arm again.
"You traitor and traitor!"
Emperor Zhen'a was in great pain and humiliated. He had dominated the court for sixty years, but today he was provoked by a common man with his ancestral sword and scolded him in person.
His only remaining left hand clenched into a fist and smashed it hard on Xu Qiyan's temple.
Bang!
The loud noise spread throughout the world.
Xu Qiyan's seven orifices bled instantly, and the flame halo on the back of his head almost went out.
The sword slashed down and cut off the last arm of Emperor Zhen'a.
All his limbs were broken.
Xu Qiyan's face, which was bleeding from all seven orifices, slowly raised a strange smile:
"I forgot to tell you that Lin'an and I have already decided to spend our lives together. When I kill you, I will ascend the throne and replace you, 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 were wide open, and the pupils in her eye sockets were trembling.
Humiliation, unwillingness, anger, resentment...all kinds of emotions surged up. He had experienced two dynasties, a glorious life, and controlled supreme power.
In the end, it ended in such a humiliating way.
Xu Qiyan 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 flick, the head rolled down.
The Yang Shen left the body and fled quickly. Joan of Arc shouted, "Come!"
The spirit of the dragon vein flew into the air, opened its mouth wide, and swallowed Joan of Arc's Yang Shen into its stomach.
"Xu Qiyan, I will not let you go. I will kill you at all costs, kill everyone around you, and let you have no peace for the rest of your life. "
From the golden dragon's body, a vicious roar of Joan of Arc was heard.
Dragon veins are a kind of luck. Xu Qi'an can't do anything to it. The carving knife and the sword of the state can't cut it either. Although the spirit dragon can swallow the qi, the spirit of the dragon vein is not pure purple qi.
Unexpectedly, the special nature of the dragon veins became his last umbrella of protection.
The body was destroyed, but as long as the Yang Shen was still there, he was still a second-grade.
At this moment, the fragments of the earth book flew out of Xu Qi'an's arms, and a slightly curved dragon tooth flew out of the mirror. The talisman engraved on its surface that would make people dizzy lit up.
The dragon tooth whistled away, easily caught up with the spirit of the dragon vein, and pierced it!
"No! ! "
Emperor Joan of Arc screamed miserably.
Then, with a "boom", the dragon vein spirit exploded into pieces, scattered and flew in all directions, turning into streams of light and disappearing at the end of the horizon.
Joan of Arc's Yang Shen had no support anymore, and suffered the attack of Long Ya, and his Yang Shen was dim.
Xu Qiyan rushed over riding a spirit dragon, stabbing the carving knife into Joan of Arc's eyebrows fiercely, and the Zhenguo Sword stabbed into his chest.
Dazzling light and sword energy bloomed.
The Yang Shen was like ice under the scorching sun, melting rapidly.
"Your Majesty, I will send you on your way."
"Xu Qiyan..."
In the cry of unwillingness and pain, the Yang Shen dissipated completely.
The emperor who had overlooked the court for sixty years completely disappeared.