Perhaps the Warrior thought that his cultivation was not bad. Even if he could not participate in a fight of this level, he could at least speak, right?
So he simply asked.
Empress Zhen De looked at the expert who was at least of the fifth rank. She narrowed her eyes and did not make a move. The expert who stuck his head out and asked loudly suddenly fell from the top of the city wall.
His soul was annihilated, and he died without a sound.
The top of the city walls was silent. Whether it was the ordinary soldiers or the martial artists who were there to join in the fun, they all retreated in unison and looked at "Duke Huai" in fear. In the next moment, they shifted their gazes away, not daring to attract the attention of this terrifying figure. They were afraid of becoming the second pitiful worm to die without a sound.
"Xu Qi 'an, don't you claim to be the leader of the people? Aren't you the conscience of Daibun? Aren't you the one who has more prestige than the imperial court?"
Empress Zhen De's eyes were cold, filled with jealousy, anger, hatred, and disdain. She held the giant sword and shouted:
"If you dare to dodge this sword, do you know how many people in the city will die?"
The beginning and end of the massacre case had always been a thorn in Jeanne's heart that could not be removed. He had planned for many years to refine the Blood Elixir and Soul Elixir, but in the end, it was destroyed. Duke Huai's clone died in Chu Zhou. He went for wool and came home shorn.
For a demon cultivator who was known for his evil, this was enough to make him mad.
What's more, Xu Qi 'an broke into the Meridian Gate and killed the Duke. It was a slap in the face in front of the people.
How did it feel to be slapped in the face by a nobody?
Later, the Supervisor, Zhao Shou, and the civil and military officials forced him to write an edict. His face was once again ripped off and trampled on.
No matter how shrewd a person was, he would still be furious. Moreover, he never hid his evil thoughts. Like the demon cultivator of the Earth Sect, Empress Zhen De firmly believed that human nature was evil.
"You can try to stop me from condensing my sword, but you can't catch me. Of course, "Empress Zhen De paused and laughed slightly crazily:" You can also dodge! "
As he spoke, another iron sword swept across the sky and merged with the huge sword, causing its aura to rise a bit more.
On top of the city wall, the soldiers were trembling with fear, their hands trembling as they preheated the cannons and loaded the cannons.
However, the centurion kicked him over and shouted in a deep voice, "Run!"
How could cannons deal with such an immortal-like figure?
In an instant, the soldiers and the Warrior scattered to the sides of the city wall like birds and beasts. The top of the city wall behind Xu Qi 'an was empty.
The power of the giant sword was monstrous. It was six hundred feet long, and its Sword Qi pierced through the clouds. The Sword Qi contained within it was condensed by a Second Rank Renzong with all his might.
If Luo Yuheng's Talisman Sword was a casual strike from a Grade Two Master of Renzong, then Jeanne's strike was a Grade Two Master of Renzong who had accumulated his strength for a long time.
The reason why Empress Zhen De summoned such a large number of iron swords was because ordinary weapons could not withstand his monstrous sword intent.
In this sword, not only did it contain brilliant Sword Qi, but it also contained the power of the Heart Sword.
Even though Xu Qi 'an had fused with the Shen Shu and had reached the peak of Grade Three, he still felt a great threat and pressure when facing a Grade Two Master of Renzong who was no weaker than the Warrior.
If he took this sword, his body might survive, but his Primordial Spirit might not.
Under normal circumstances, he could dodge, but Empress Zhen De used the people of the city as a threat to force him to take the sword.
This was the purpose of Jeanne De pushing him out of the city.
If he took the sword, he would have to take the sword.
If he did not take it, not to mention his reputation, Xu Qi 'an's own heart of martial arts would be tainted, and it would be difficult for him to be clear.
Xu Qi 'an withstood the huge pressure and searched his mind for his own means. The Buddhist commandments were ineffective against Jeanne De, unless he was also a Grade Two or Grade One Buddhist.
The Meditation Art would definitely not be able to block this sword.
Confucian spells could not be used. If he used the means of the Words to Obey the Law to eliminate this sword, the backlash afterwards would not be much weaker than taking the sword.
The Supervisor did not make a move. It seemed that he was indeed entangled by Salen Agu. Although the Supervisor had the home advantage in the capital, Salen Agu was a Grade One who had lived for thousands of years. Even if he could not defeat the Supervisor in Daibun, it would not be a problem for him to entangle him for a while.
The last iron sword converged, and Jeanne De finally finished condensing the sword power. His sword fingers trembled slightly, as if even he could not control this huge power.
The entire capital and the three million creatures were under the pressure of this sword power, and they were terrified.
This was the Grade Two.
It was like the power of heaven.
"Slash!"
Jeanne De roared, and his face flashed with joy. His sword fingers controlled the giant sword and slashed down with all his might.
Xu Qi 'an's eyes widened as he watched the sword slash down. He took a step forward, opened his hand, and roared:
"Blade, come!"
A wisp of clear light whistled over from the horizon. It was like a shooting star that carried layer upon layer of surging clear clouds.
Confucian Sages Carving Knife.
The number one treasure of the Confucian Sages. It had been used by Confucian Sages to carve the classics on bamboo slips.
The carving knife buzzed and trembled with unprecedented joy. It was no longer like the previous two times, when it appeared as if it was performing official duties.
This time, strong emotional fluctuations came from the carving knife. It was cheering, happy, and hot-blooded, as if it had returned to the hands of its master.
Xu Qi 'an held the carving knife, and his eyes bloomed with Light. He took another step forward and stabbed forward with the Confucian Sages Carving Knife.
Sword Qi and Blade Intent collided head-on.
Before the collision, the Qi Boundary between the two burst into a dazzling flame. It was like the intersection of two domains of opposite attributes, producing a violent reaction.
Boom!
The collision of the two energies produced a terrible explosion. The entire space seemed to collapse, and the power of destruction swept across.
The soldiers and martial artists on top of the city walls fell in droves, dying a violent death.
The defensive formation on the city wall behind Xu Qi 'an collapsed first, and then the wall cracked open. The cracks spread out, and finally, it collapsed.
A small portion of the city wall collapsed.
The dust on the ground was scraped away layer by layer, and was swept up into the sky by the boiling air currents. It was like a sandstorm.
With another loud bang, the ground collapsed, forming a deep pit that was more than ten meters deep. Xu Qi 'an and Empress Jeanne Virtue stood motionless in the air.
Empress Jeanne Virtue's face suddenly contorted, and the muscles on his cheeks bulged. The veins on his forehead bulged, and his right arm trembled violently.
Light flashed in Xu Qi 'an's eyes again, and he growled, "I will never believe in a king in my life!"
As he roared, the image of a Thousand Hands Demon with twelve pairs of arms appeared above his head. It was followed by the image of an old man wearing a Confucian robe and a Confucian crown.
Both Confucian Sages and Shen Shu were impressed.
Crack … At the point where the carving knife and the giant sword collided, a teeth-numbing sound could be heard.
One by one, the iron swords shattered, exploded into pieces of iron, or melted into molten iron.
Ordinary iron was, after all, ordinary iron. After the sword energy of Renzong's Second Grade powerhouse was exhausted, they quickly disintegrated, starting from the point where they collided and spreading to the entire sword.
Xu Qi 'an advanced in the midst of the falling molten iron and broken pieces of iron. He stabbed the carving knife into Empress Jeanne Virtue's chest, and as the other party roared in pain, he forcefully lifted it.
He picked out a body.
This body was torn apart by the carving knife's blade intent.
Empress Jeanne Virtue's body.
The Yang Spirit, surrounded by golden and black Light, left the body. In his chest, there was a light that was hard to get rid of.
Jeanne Virtue screamed in pain.
Xu Qi 'an was about to take the opportunity to kill this Yang Spirit, but he suddenly had a premonition of danger. He turned around and slashed with his saber. Bang bang … In the sound of collision, the two figures separated.
Duke Huai slid back. In the process, Jeanne Virtue's Yang Spirit entered it and merged with the last body.
Xu Qi 'an calmly waved his saber and cut Jeanne Virtue's body into pieces, making him completely lose his original body and cut off the possibility of resurrection.
"Luo Yuheng told me that the most taboo for a Dao Sect powerhouse in the Tribulation Stage is to lose his body, because the profound meaning of the First Grade Earth Immortal is to merge the Yang Spirit and the body again.
"Jeanne Virtue, without this body, you will lose the chance to advance to the First Grade. Even if you take over the body, it will not be compatible with the Yang Spirit. Unless you are willing to spend hundreds of years slowly getting used to it. "
Xu Qi 'an held the carving knife in his left hand and the saber in his right. His face was calm.
Compared to dealing with the Third Grade Warrior, the Confucian Sages's carving knife was more lethal to the Yang Spirit. This was what Zhao Shou had told him.
The carving knife was one of Xu Qi 'an's trump cards, and it was part of his regicide plan.
This knife not only cut off Jeanne Virtue's "future", but also severely injured his Yang Spirit.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it …"
Jeanne Virtue gritted her teeth and cursed. The malice in her eyes was almost tangible.
"Xu Qi 'an, the thing I regret the most is letting you live to this day. I should have killed you at all costs when you killed Duke Cao and the Lord Protector!"
This emperor, who had been contaminated by the Earth Sect's Dao Chief, lost his ability to control his emotions and was furious.
Xu Qi 'an watched him lose his composure coldly. His chest rose and fell violently as he breathed in and out to recover his strength.
Duke Huai's aura was not at its peak, and Jeanne Virtue was also severely injured by the carving knife. Although he had consumed a lot of energy and his aura was slightly declining, the scales of victory had begun to tilt in his favor.
Jeanne Virtue roared for a while and regained some calmness. She stared at Xu Qi 'an with malice.
"After stepping into the Second Grade, I was like Luo Yuheng, looking for a way to calm the Karmic Fire. Her idea was to dual cultivate with the monarch and further use the luck to calm the Karmic Fire and successfully pass the tribulation.
"Ten years ago, my idea was the same as hers. However, the subsequent Battle of Shanhai Pass caused Daibun to lose nearly half of its luck. This made me happy and regretful at the same time. I was surprised to see the desire to live forever. Whether it was the Warrior or the Dao Sect, they could not control luck.
"Even if I became a First Grade Earth Immortal, I would still die in the end. It was a blessing from the heavens. Unfortunately, Luo Yuheng gave up on the idea of dual cultivating with me. This made me lose the opportunity to seize her spiritual essence. For the past 21 years, no matter how I asked, she would never give in.
"So, I changed my mind. Since Renzong was not going to work, why not find another way? I could walk the path of the Warrior. With Duke Huai as the main body, I could refine the Blood Pill and reincarnate with the Flower God. I could then advance to the Second Grade and absorb the Sun God to become the one and only First Grade Warrior.
"The Warrior had almost no shortcomings, so naturally, he was not afraid of the Karmic Fire. However, the price was to cut off the Dao Sect system and the possibility of becoming an Earth Immortal. Duke Huai and Yuan Jing are my sons, but they are not me in person, because my One Breath Turning into Three Pure Ones is a primordial spirit.
"My physical body could not merge completely, so I had to abandon my original body. Today, you helped me make up my mind. "
He squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the palace.
"It's about time! The people of the capital see you as a hero. Today, I will kill you, the hero of Daibun. "
He stopped talking and began to merge the two Primordial Spirits in his body.
The elements of earth, wind, and fire merged and turned into a turbid energy that surrounded his body.
His Qi and blood did not change, but his aura began to surge.
However, Xu Qi 'an did not pay attention to this powerful enemy. Instead, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the palace.
…
In the palace, all the civil and military officials, noble clansmen, imperial guards … Everyone heard the shrill dragon roar coming from Emperor Yuan Jing's bedchamber.
Many people looked in the direction of the roar.
At this moment, the royal family and relatives suddenly felt a sharp pain in their hearts, and an inexplicable fear welled up in them.
It was like the end of the world, like a catastrophe was coming.
In the Shaoyin Palace, Bian Fan was lying on the table, frowning. She covered her chest and cried.
"It hurts, it hurts so much …"
In the square behind the Meridian Gate, the Crown Prince covered his chest and bent over. His face was pale and his lips were pale.
"Your Highness, what's wrong?"
The guards behind him were shocked. The officials looked away and focused on the Crown Prince.
Outside the Jingyang Palace, Huaiqing supported Bai Yulan. Her eyes shone with pain, but she did not cover her chest. Instead, she clenched her fists and stared at the Jingyang Palace.
"Roar …"
In the deafening dragon roar, a golden dragon broke through the roof of the Jingyang Palace. The people in the palace could see it clearly.
"Dragon, dragon?!"
Exclamations were heard everywhere.
The Dragon Vein Spirit had left the underground and left Daibun.
In the mouth of this golden dragon, there was a bead, and there was an eyeball hidden in the bead. It was as deep as a whirlpool.
In a lake in the palace, the Spirit Dragon's black button-like eyes stared at the golden dragon in the sky. It bared its teeth and looked extremely angry.
Sampo, the statue of the Founding Emperor, held a brass sword in his hand and let out an ear-piercing sword sound.
…
"Look, there's a Flood Dragon?"
"Everyone, look, there's a Flood Dragon in the sky."
At this moment, the pedestrians on the streets all raised their heads to look at the golden dragon that was swimming in the sky above the capital city and letting out waves of dragon roars.
Ordinary people only knew about the Flood Dragon. The Flood Dragon of the Northern Demon Clan often played the role of evil villains in picture books and stories.
"What the hell happened?"
"What's with those swords?"
"I don't know. Let's see what the imperial court says. Everyone, wait by the notice board."
All kinds of abnormalities, as well as the pressure that made people's hearts palpitate, could be felt by every living creature.
In the stargazing tower, the moment the Dragon Vein Spirit appeared, the Supervisor finally couldn't hold back anymore. His eyes that were as calm as an ancient well shot out a blinding Light.
The Supervisor raised his hand and tried to grab the golden dragon.
But he didn't catch anything. The golden dragon seemed to be in a different world from him.
Salen Agu held the whip in his hand and said with a smile:
"In Daibun, although I'm not your opponent, I can still stop you."
The Supervisor was silent.
…
Empress Zhen De soared into the sky and shouted: "Come!"
The Golden Dragon was summoned. It twisted its body and rode a cloud over.
Empress Zhen De stood on the dragon's head and looked down at Xu Qi 'an from the sky.
"Why are you standing so high?"
Xu Qi 'an floated in the sky, facing Empress Zhen De.
Empress Zhen De stood on the Dragon Vein Spirit, with luck and the power of the Sorcerer God, she felt unprecedented confidence:
"As long as Daibun is alive, I will still be the ruler of the country. Xu Qi 'an, what do you have to fight me? You have the Confucian Sages Carving Knife, I have the Sword of the Nation. "
Her voice was like thunder.
At this time, the whole capital was boiling with excitement.
People looked at the golden dragon in the sky. Although they couldn't see the figure on the dragon's head, they clearly heard Empress Zhen De's words.
"That person called himself 'I', is that person Your Majesty?"
"He's fighting with Xu Yinluo …"
In Daibun, there was only one person who dared to call himself 'I'.
"What do I have to fight you?"
Xu Qi 'an's eyes were flat and said:
"There are some things I have to tell you so that you can die with understanding."
His voice was not loud or soft, only Empress Zhen De could hear him. The people in the city didn't have the hearing power to do so.
Empress Zhen De looked at him coldly.
Xu Qi 'an smiled meaningfully: "Do you know why Luo Yuheng doesn't want to dual cultivate with you? It's because the man she really likes is me."
Empress Zhen De snorted and sneered: "Goading? Stupid, if you think these superficial words can make me angry, you can continue. "
Xu Qi 'an looked at the emperor who had been sitting on the Dragon Throne for sixty years with pity and said:
"You've been fighting with me for so long, haven't you noticed that I also know the Heart Sword?"
Empress Zhen De's face darkened.
"Chu Yuanzhen and I are good friends, but he is a registered disciple of Renzong. Without permission, he will not teach swordsmanship to outsiders. In the Sword State, I used a talisman to summon Luo Yuheng. Of course, she had to come because her man was in danger. Otherwise, with her character of living in the Spirit Treasure Temple for twenty years, never going out and never fighting, why would she fight for no reason?
"In addition, you think that she interfered in the battle between us to help the new emperor ascend the throne, but what if I tell you that she did it because of me?"
With every sentence that Xu Qi 'an said, Empress Zhen De's face became gloomier.
He had coveted Luo Yuheng for a long time. For twenty years, he wanted to dual cultivate with her, but he was rejected every time.
Now, Xu Qi 'an told him that the woman who rejected him with a cold face, like an otherworldly fairy, actually liked him and wanted to dual cultivate with him?
Even if Empress Zhen De De only had bad intentions towards Luo Yuheng, hearing such words, her chest still ignited with anger.
"Oh right, there's one more thing."
Xu Qi 'an smiled: "You already know that I killed Duke Huai and that the sealed artifact under Sampo is in my body. Then, you must be very clear about the whereabouts of the princess. "
Empress Zhen De's face suddenly stiffened.
Xu Qi'an leisurely said, "She is now my mistress."
His blood rushed to his face. If Luo Yuheng had only slapped him in the face, then the fact that the princess had been taken by Xu Qi 'an as a concubine was a blatant humiliation to him. It was a trampling on his dignity.
The Princess Consort 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 still him?
As the monarch of a country, he could not tolerate such humiliation.
"Xu Qi 'an, I will tear you into a million pieces, a million pieces!"
Jeanne went completely berserk. Her face was distorted, and she was furious. She roared, "Sword!"
When they were in Chu Zhou City, the mysterious master had picked up the Nation Suppressing Sword. Joan of Arc had been puzzled for a long time. It wasn't until Xu Qi 'an's identity was exposed that she finally understood.
Just like how the Demon Monk under Sampo was hidden by the Supervisor, Xu Qi'an was able to hold the Nation Suppressing Sword that day, most likely because of the Supervisor's help.
If there was someone outside the royal family who could hold the Nation Suppressing Sword, that person would be the Supervisor.
But this time was different. Back then, Duke Huai was a prince, and now he was a real emperor.
Moreover, he was the monarch of a country who stepped on the spirit of the dragon vein.
In Daibun, this luck was unique.
At this time, the Supervisor was entangled by Salen Agu and could no longer do anything to stop it.
Boom!
The Yongzhen Temple of Sampo exploded. The Brass Sword soared into the sky, turning into a stream of light and flying away.
This stream of light streaked across the sky, passing through the pupils of everyone who raised their heads. Countless people's eyes followed the stream of light.
Daibun's treasure, the Nation Suppressing Sword!
During the Battle of Shanhai Pass, the emperor took out the Nation Suppressing Sword from the Yongzhen Temple of Mountains and Rivers and gave it to the King of Zhenbei.
This story spread far and wide.
The Nation Suppressing Sword was the symbol of Daibun's royal family. This was common knowledge even the commoners knew.
Outside the Jingyang Palace, Huaiqing's expression suddenly changed. "The Nation Suppressing Sword … Oh no!"
"Suppressing, Nation Suppressing Sword …"
The Crown Prince's face was as white as a sheet. He looked at Wang Shoufu with extreme fear.
Everything that had happened was completely beyond his imagination. The golden dragon that suddenly soared into the sky, his majestic father suddenly appeared … And the symbol of the royal family, the Nation Suppressing Sword, the peerless godly weapon of Daibun.
His action of shutting the palace gates tightly not long ago and his hidden intentions couldn't be hidden from his father.
A disaster was imminent.
Wang Shoufu didn't reply. He only nodded at him calmly, indicating for him to not panic.
In a small courtyard in the inner city.
A woman in a cloth dress carefully climbed up the ladder to the roof.
She looked at the horizon, but still couldn't see the scene of the battle. She could only occasionally hear a few thunderous explosions.
I knew that this day would come sooner or later. After Wei Yuan died, I knew that you wanted to kill the Emperor … She clenched her fists tightly.
You have to live.
…
In the suburbs of the capital, Taoist Black Lotus, whose breath was extremely weak, regained his body again. He looked at the insufferably fierce and beautiful woman and laughed wildly.
"Luo Yuheng, did you hear that? The Nation Suppressing Sword specializes in breaking the physical body of a Warrior. When the Supervisor is busy, Joan of Arc is invincible in the territory of the capital, no, in the territory of Daibun. "
Invincible? Luo Yuheng snorted. "I'll let you live for a while longer."
She then turned her head and looked at the capital with her beautiful eyes narrowed.
After this battle, you're mine.
The corner of her mouth curled up.
The Supervisor walked to the Eight Trigrams Stage and looked at the ray of light that started from the Sampo and swept across half of the capital.
Salen Agu tightened the whip in his hand.
The two level one cultivators didn't fight, but their domains were already colliding silently.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the ray of light. In this battle, the Nation Suppressing Sword was the key, the key to the outcome of the battle.
Xu Qi 'an's pupils reflected the light shot by the Nation Suppressing Sword. His pupils were slightly dilated and looked lifeless, showing a void of attention.
What flashed through his mind was the massacre in Chu Zhou City. The soldiers saluted him after he killed the King of Zhenbei. He saw Zheng Xinghuai running around the capital without any help. He saw Zheng Xinghuai dying in the prison and couldn't close his eyes.
He saw people looking at him with respect at the entrance of the market, and the soldiers of Daibun outside the Yuyang Pass who wanted to protect their homeland and defeat the enemy.
In the end, he thought of the azure-robed man.
Whether it was his reputation or his own life, that person didn't care about either.
That person only lived for two things in his life. One was love, and the other was faith.
The former was himself, and the latter was the country and the people.
Why did I live my life?
He reached out his hand and shouted, "Sword!"
The ray of light whizzed over and fell into Xu Qi 'an's hands.
It had never changed its course. From the beginning to the end, it had chosen Xu Qi 'an.
This peerless divine weapon that followed Emperor Gaozu to the battlefield had abandoned the bloodline of Emperor Gaozu and chosen an outsider.
The Nation Suppressing Sword had chosen Xu Qi 'an … Everyone who saw this scene widened their eyes.
Xu Qi 'an held the brass sword, and as Queen Zhen De's face stiffened, he roared again, "Spirit Dragon!"
Roar!
Countless people in the imperial city and the royal palace heard the roar of the Spirit Dragon.
The Spirit Dragon broke through the waves and rode on the clouds. Its nostrils spewed out purple gas and its scales glowed with purple light.
Amidst crisp cracking sounds, its bones underwent astonishing changes. Muscles bulged under its scales, and its body elongated, becoming even more slender and robust.
The horns on its head branched and a thick mane grew on its neck. Its claws and fangs became sharper.
Its two black button-like pupils contracted and elongated into vertical slits.
It became more like a dragon, a true dragon.
The Spirit Dragon rode on the clouds at an extremely fast speed, as if it couldn't wait to pounce on its "master".
Xu Qi 'an landed lightly on its back, holding the Nation Suppressing Sword in his right hand and the Confucian Sages carving knife in his left. He stepped on the Spirit Dragon.
"Impossible! This is impossible! "
Emperor Zhen De's expression became extremely ugly. His eyes widened and his pupils trembled slightly.
"What right do you have to control the Spirit Dragon? What right do you have to use the Nation Suppressing Sword?!"
He felt the anger of being betrayed by the whole world.
This feeling was like the sharpest weapon, stabbing into his heart.
The Nation Suppressing Sword was left behind by Emperor Gaozu. It had a spirit and only recognized members of the royal family. The Spirit Dragon had to rely on the royal family to survive by devouring purple gas.
However, neither of these two things chose him.
Emperor Zhen De was shocked. Some people in the capital were even more shocked, such as the Crown Prince, Huaiqing, the Fourth Rank Warrior, and the members of the royal family.
…
In the imperial palace.
The Crown Prince led the civil and military officials to climb the city wall. From the top of the city wall, he could vaguely see the two sides fighting in the distant horizon.
"Why, why did the Nation Suppressing Sword choose Xu Qi 'an? Why did the Spirit Dragon choose Xu Qi' an?"
The Crown Prince looked around and said in a sharp voice, "Who can tell me? Who can tell me?"
Especially the Spirit Dragon. When the Crown Prince was young, he loved to ride the Spirit Dragon. He was proud of the fact that the Spirit Dragon was only close to members of the royal family. This was a privilege unique to members of the royal family.
But members of the royal family did not have such a privilege.
The princesses, princes, and nobles could only watch enviously from the shore.
But now, what did he see? He saw the Spirit Dragon willingly become a 'commoner' and fight for him.
He saw Xu Qi 'an riding the Spirit Dragon and fighting fiercely with the emperor of a country.
The Crown 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 the Spirit Dragon choose Xu Qi 'an?
Why did the Nation Suppressing Sword also choose Xu Qi 'an when His Majesty summoned it?
What was Xu Qi 'an's identity?
A series of question marks flashed in the minds of the officials.
What was Xu Qi 'an's identity? His identity was not simple. Otherwise, why would the Spirit Dragon and the Nation Suppressing Sword choose him and not His Majesty?
"Who, who is he? Is he … His Majesty's illegitimate son? "
A civil official whispered with a complicated expression.
The officials around him fell into deep thought.
The Crown Prince's heart skipped a beat.
"No, Xu Qi 'an is in his twenties, but His Majesty has been cultivating for twenty-one years. To be precise, twenty-one and a half years."
"Then how do you explain the current situation?"
The Crown Prince heaved a sigh of relief. He had lost his composure just now because he had the same guess.
"Because His Majesty is immoral!"
Everyone looked toward the source of the voice. It was Wang Shoufu.
Wang Shoufu looked around at the officials and said loudly, "What Xu Qi 'an said outside the Imperial City is true. His Majesty colluded with the Witchcraft Cult to cut off the army's rations and worked together with them to kill Wei Yuan. Di Wudao was killed by Xu Qi 'an. "
The officials were in an uproar.
They had to admit that Wang Shoufu's words were very credible.
They had seen His Majesty's unparalleled cultivation base with their own eyes. The choice of the Nation Suppressing Sword and the Spirit Dragon also proved this theory.
The Divine Weapons and Spirit Beasts that only recognized the royal family chose Xu Qi 'an.
This was more useful than any evidence.
A fatuous ruler!
This word flashed through the officials' minds.
…
In the suburbs of the capital, Luo Yuheng cut off a large amount of viscous liquid with her sword and sneered, "What do you think?"
The Black Lotus did not answer. There was malice and madness in his eyes, but more than that, there was fear.
He no longer fought with his life on the line. He only wanted to tangle with the enemy and retreat.
His luck was indeed strong. Be it the Spirit Dragon or the Nation Suppressing Sword, they both chose him … Luo Yuheng pursed her lips, and her smile deepened.
…
Also in the suburbs of the capital, in another location.
Chu Yuanzhen sat cross-legged on the ridge of the sword, looking at the battle from afar. Just a trace of the terrifying ripple was enough to make the four of them tremble in fear.
"This is his trump card?"
Chu Yuanzhen looked at Tenzō Shōnin beside him, and his expression was extremely complicated. "Who, who is he?"
He used to think that Number Three was Xu Xinnian, but later found out that Number Three was the perverted Xu Qi 'an. Now, he felt that Xu Qi' an was still Xu Qi 'an, but he might not be the Xu Qi' an of the Xu family.
"How would I know?" Li Miaozhen rolled her eyes.
She did not care about Xu Qi 'an's identity. She only cared about whether Xu Qi' an could defeat Joan of Arc. Would there be an accident?
"This is unbelievable, unbelievable …"
Chu Yuanzhen muttered to himself.
It was not difficult to understand why Joan of Arc was so tyrannical. However, this did not mean that the Spirit Dragon and the Nation Suppressing Sword Society would choose Xu Qi 'an.
Muddleheaded and tyrannical kings were everywhere, but these two existences had never been this proactive.
Therefore, the problem still lay with Xu Qi 'an.
In the solemn atmosphere, Lina muttered, "I'm so hungry."
…
"Why? Because you have been betrayed. It's not that the Spirit Dragon and the Nation Suppressing Sword chose me, but they chose Daibun. "
Xu Qi 'an finished charging, and calmly stabbed the carving knife. His target was the Yuanjing Emperor's brow.
Confucian Sages Carving Knife, Heaven and Earth Slash, Heart Sword, Lion's Roar, and Nurturing Will all merged into one.
Jade Shatters!
Light burst out from the blinding light.
A person in a desperate situation could not retreat, and would rather die than live in dishonor.
This knife could not be avoided.
Earth, wind, water, and fire fused into four colors, and a slightly turbid barrier blocked in front of the carving knife.
In the Dragon Vein Spirit's mouth, the Sorcerer God's eyeball in the transparent bead shot out a ray of black light.
"Roar!"
The Spirit Dragon spat out a large amount of purple gas and poured it into the carving knife, allowing the purple gas to fuse with the clear gas.
The black light scattered on the carving knife.
The power of earth, wind, water, and fire dissipated.
Empress Zhen De's and Xu Qi 'an's foreheads cracked, and blood flowed.
"Ah!!!"
Empress Zhen De screamed.
Her Yang Spirit was heavily injured.
A soldier who crossed the river could not retreat, but he could kill the Emperor!
Xu Qi 'an ignored the blood flowing from his forehead and raised the Nation Suppressing Sword. The Spirit Dragon turned its head and spat out another mouthful of purple gas, which wrapped around the sword.
The Nation Suppressing Sword buzzed.
"Spirit Dragon!"
He roared.
The Spirit Dragon roared and rushed towards the Golden Dragon and the Yuanjing Emperor. Xu Qi 'an controlled the Spirit Beast and stabbed out with the Nation Suppressing Sword.
Jade Shatters!
Another Jade Shatters.
Black light flashed, and the Sorcerer God's eyeball continued to shoot out black light, but it could not wear out Xu Qi 'an's will, nor could it wear out the purple gas spat out by the Spirit Dragon.
Empress Zhen De's Yang Spirit was injured, and she could no longer control the power of earth, wind, water, and fire. She instinctively punched out with fist intent.
Poof!
The Nation Suppressing Sword ignored the black light, and Xu Qi 'an took the punch head-on, letting the blade pierce into Empress Zhen De's chest. He was like a cavalry with a spear in his hand, lifting the enemy high up.
Xu Qi 'an's chest was bleeding, and there was also a penetrating wound.
He did not care, and pressed on the hilt of the sword. The Nation Suppressing Sword advanced a little more, and the sword qi eroded the life of the Third Grade Warrior.
Xu Qi 'an smiled and said, "Your Majesty, you have been cultivating for 21 years, have you ever heard the people crying in your dreams?"
He grabbed Empress Zhen De's neck, pulled out the Nation Suppressing Sword, and cut off her legs.
Empress Zhen De's eyes were red, and under the serious injury, her Yang Spirit burst out of its potential. Her right palm condensed the earth, wind, water, and fire, and fused them into a sword of the four elements, and stabbed into Xu Qi 'an's chest.
"Your Majesty, I demand payment from you on behalf of Duke Wei and the 80,000 soldiers." He mocked.
The Nation Suppressing Sword cut off her right arm.
"You traitor!"
Empress Zhen De was in extreme pain, and she felt humiliated. She had dominated the court for 60 years, but today she was provoked by an ignorant man with the ancestral Nation Suppressing Sword.
Her remaining left hand clenched into a fist, and she slammed it into Xu Qi 'an's temple.
Clang!
A loud noise spread throughout the world.
Xu Qi 'an instantly bled from his seven orifices, and the flame halo on the back of his head was almost extinguished.
The Nation Suppressing Sword slashed down, and the last arm of Empress Zhen De was cut off.
All four limbs were broken.
Xu Qi 'an's face, which was bleeding from his seven orifices, slowly raised a sly smile.
"I forgot to tell you, Lin 'an and I have pledged to marry each other. When I kill you, I will take the opportunity to ascend the throne and take your place. I will marry your granddaughter, your daughter in name.
"Everything you have will be mine. Today, everyone in the capital is watching me kill you! "
Empress Zhen De's eyes were wide open, and the pupils in her eye sockets were trembling.
Humiliation, unwillingness, anger, resentment … all kinds of emotions surged. He had experienced two dynasties, lived a glorious life, and held supreme power.
At the end of the day, it actually ended in such a humiliating way.
Xu Qi 'an placed the sword across his neck and was extremely happy. "This time, I will destroy your body and make it difficult for you to be reborn."
With a swipe, his head rolled down.
The Yang Spirit left his body and quickly fled. Jeanne De shouted, "Come!"
The spirit of the dragon vein soared into the air, opened its mouth, and swallowed Jeanne De's Yang Spirit into its belly.
"Xu Qi 'an, I will not let you go. I will kill you at all costs, kill all the people around you, and make you unable to live in peace for the rest of your life."
From inside the golden dragon, Jeanne De's resentful roar came.
The dragon vein was a kind of luck, and Xu Qi 'an couldn't do anything to it. The carving knife and the Nation Suppressing Sword couldn't cut it either. Although the spirit dragon could swallow purple gas, the spirit of the dragon vein was not pure purple gas.
He didn't expect that the special nature of the dragon vein would eventually become his last protection.
His physical body was destroyed, but as long as the Yang Spirit was still there, he would still be at the second grade.
At this moment, the fragment of the Book of the Earth 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 and easily caught up with the spirit of the dragon vein, piercing through it!
"No!!"
Jeanne De's shrill scream was heard.
Then, with a "boom", the spirit of the dragon vein exploded into pieces and scattered in all directions, turning into streams of light and disappearing at the end of the horizon.
Jeanne De's Yang Spirit no longer had anything to rely on. After being attacked by the dragon tooth, his Yang Spirit became dim.
Xu Qi 'an rode the spirit dragon and rushed over. The carving knife stabbed into the center of Jeanne De's eyebrows, and the Nation Suppressing Sword stabbed into his chest.
Dazzling Light and Sword Qi bloomed.
The Yang Spirit was like ice under the scorching sun, melting rapidly.
"Jeanne De, it's time to go."
"Xu Qi 'an …"
In the cries of unwillingness and pain, the Yang Spirit dissipated.
The emperor who had overlooked the imperial court for sixty years had completely vanished into thin air.
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