The three hundred imperial guards held the hilts of their swords at the same time. Even though the masters of the Ministry of Justice were repelled by the young King and were ready to break into the Imperial Astronomer, the three hundred Zhao Kingdom's elites still didn't immediately draw their swords to kill the enemy.
Of course, this didn't mean that the Royal Guards were all pretty but useless. It also didn't mean that the Royal Guards had a good temper. If it had been anyone else standing at the door, the three hundred Royal Guards with the secret edict would have already rushed up and killed them.
However, for some reason, the young man in front of them didn't wear the King's robe. After all, he was the son of General Xu Xiao, who had three hundred thousand Northwest Iron Cavalry. He was also a martial arts grandmaster who was as famous as Cao Changqing and Đồng Thái. In terms of Jianghu, he was probably more famous than the other two Earth Immortals.
Whoever drew their swords first would die first. The reason was that simple.
The Consecrator of the Ministry of Justice was sent flying. The Deputy Commander of the Imperial Guards could only brace himself and take his place. This tall and sturdy Peerless Master of the Imperial Guards had an imperial saber with the name "Eternal Hui Tian" hanging from his waist.
During the reign of the late Emperor, it took the palace master five years to forge eighteen swords. The first three swords were kept in the Palace Guards. Only when the late Emperor wore the Golden Dragon Armor and participated in the hunt, he would wear one of them. Until the end of the Yong Hui Dynasty, in addition to the three Palace Guards, the Yong Hui Tian 16, 17, and 18 were given three swords. According to the rules, the position of the Palace Guards' commander was not hereditary, but the golden swords were "hereditary". In other words, only those who sat in these three positions were qualified to wear the three swords. Gu Jiantang of the Great Pillar State, Chen Zhibao of Shu, Lu Baijie of the Tangxi Sword Fairy, and Wu Zhongxuan, who had just arrived at the capital to attend the imperial court. Each of the four Ministers of the Ministry of War of the Liyang Dynasty was bestowed with a sword and kept it for generations. Among the eight generals of the Four Campaigns and Four Towns, other than Wu Zhongxuan, only the General of the Northern Campaign, Ma Lulang, received this honor. However, no one knew the exact number of the five "Insignia Sabers".
After the current Emperor ascended to the throne, he ordered nearly 500 new imperial swords to be replicated according to the Eternal Hui Heaven Sword. He personally named them the Auspicious Talisman Daye Swords, or Daye Swords for short. The scabbard was made of wood with a golden peach leather sheath. The guard was an oval-shaped hollow plate made of iron and gold. There were three moving jade dragons inside, which were vivid and lifelike.
The Deputy Commander of the Royal Guards took a deep breath. His tone was no longer as stiff as the unlucky guy from the Ministry of Justice. He said in a low voice, "King of Beiliang, please don't make things difficult for us."
Hsu Fengnian, who was standing with his hand on the blade, did not make a sound. He did not take out the old cold blade that had been forged very early on. Instead, he gently tapped the hilt of the blade with his finger.
It was like the sound of Beiliang's drum.
Being able to become the Deputy Commander of the Royal Guards in Liyang, he naturally would not be a coward. The burly man smiled. He had a bit of the spirit of a man who was willing to die for the Emperor. He probably knew that he was going to die. He did not have the old-fashioned attitude of a servant beside the Emperor in the palace. He looked at the northwest vassal in front of him and laughed heartily, "Yang Dongping, a wild warrior from the old Dongyue countryside. Twelve years ago, I entered the capital as a Royal Guards guard. I have been away from Jianghu for twelve years. This is the last battle of my life. To be able to fight with the King of Beiliang, my life is not in vain!"
After saying his last words, Yang Dongping took out the Eternal Hui Heaven No.17 Imperial Sword, which he did not know who would be given to after his death. He shouted, "Meet the enemy!"
Three hundred Auspicious Talisman Daye Swords were neatly unsheathed.
Yang Dongping took the lead and rushed forward with the sword. He roared, "Follow me to retreat from the enemy!"
In an instant, twenty Royal Guards, including Yang Dongping, rushed forward one after another.
In addition to maintaining the thickness of the formation outside the front gate of the Imperial Observatory, one hundred Royal Guards did not move. The rest of the Royal Guards rushed to the left and right sides of the battlefield where the King of Beiliang and Yang Dongping were fighting. Obviously, they not only wanted to block the path of the young vassal, but also to block the path of retreat.
More than two hundred Royal Guards were extremely fast. For a moment, outside the gate of the Imperial Observatory, they were like a group of gorgeous butterflies fluttering in the air. The soldiers of the Li family who were inside the gate were dazzled and felt a chill down their spines. They asked themselves, "How can an ordinary master survive such a fierce encirclement?"
Every step that Yang Dongping took caused the street to tremble. He didn't dare to jump up and slash down. When facing a martial grandmaster like the King of Northern Liang, who was much weaker than him, there were too many openings. He was destined to be killed in one move. Even though Yang Dongping was a first-stage Vajra Realm martial artist, he only chose the most conservative move. He used his saber as a sword and stabbed the tip of his saber towards the King of Northern Liang's chest. Furthermore, he didn't use his full strength in this attack. He left 30% to 40% of his qi in case he couldn't defeat the King of Northern Liang. Although Yang Dongping had been away from the Jianghu of the Central Plains for more than ten years and was not well-known, he did not dare to slack off for a single day in the palace where countless martial arts manuals were stored. The path of martial arts was like sailing against the current. If you did not advance, you would fall behind. Yang Dongping, who had outstanding talent and constitution, had endured loneliness for more than ten years. He did not care about the false reputation of being a Xuan Finger expert. Instead, he trained his Vajra Realm cultivation to be extremely solid. The move before him was a combination of several supreme arts that had not been passed down. He had also received guidance from the former Head of the Ceremony Directorate, Han Shengxuan. This move of his had almost reached the realm of returning to simplicity.
Yang Dongping did not dare to underestimate the new grandmasters in the world. However, he soon realized that he had not faced a top grandmaster for many years. Once he encountered a figure like the King of Beiliang, a slight mistake could be fatal.
Yang Dongping's original intention was to avoid the King of Beiliang when he saw that the situation was not good. Otherwise, he would retreat on the spot. With the palace guards behind him filling in the positions and helping to delay the battle, he would still have a chance to survive. At that time, he could continue to fight.
Unfortunately, Yang Dongping did not expect that he would die because he did not overestimate himself but seriously underestimated his opponent.
The young man in white did not try to stop him. He allowed the Eternal Radiance No.17 Imperial Sword, which could cut through iron like mud, to stab his chest.
At that moment of choice, life and death were on the line. Yang Dongping, who thought that he had an opportunity, suddenly increased the Qi between his five fingers. He stopped accumulating power and the three jade dragons in the Imperial Sword's guard immediately let out sonorous dragon cries.
When the tip of the Imperial Sword was about to touch the linen cloth on the young man's chest, it would be able to penetrate his body. Suddenly, a huge force was transmitted from the body of the Imperial Sword. The Imperial Sword in his hand was like hitting a mountain, like an egg hitting a stone.
Yang Dongping had decisively given up this precious Eternal Radiance Imperial Sword. However, just as he let go, the King of Beiliang had already stretched out his palm. Yang Dongping's whole body seemed to have been hit violently by a battering ram. His body was still slightly moving forward, but his whole chest instantly caved in and a large part of his back protruded at the same time.
Yang Dongping, who was in the First Grade Vajra Realm and the Deputy Commander of the palace guards, died on the spot.
Yang Dongping's body flew out and hit a guard who was waiting for an opportunity to pounce on the young lord. The unparalleled momentum caused the guard to have no time to dodge, and a large amount of blood splattered wantonly in his chest.
There was a guard behind him who tried to reach out and stop his "seriously injured" colleague. With a crack, his arm exploded. There was no chance for him to regret. The two people who were retreating without any signs of weakening slammed into him.
Then, the three corpses flew out together and slid out on the ground. The corpses slowly stopped in front of a hundred palace guards who were as motionless as mountains. On the ground, a scarlet blood flowed.
The dead were already dead, and the living were a ghastly sight.
After Yang Dongping was killed by a palm, the Eternal Radiance Heaven Blade, which was supposed to be passed to the next Deputy Commander of the palace guards after the war, flew out of his hand. Hsu Fengnian casually waved it.
The Imperial Sword that was thrown high out of its sheath paused for a moment, and then began to fly like a flying sword controlled by a sword immortal.
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