Chapter 488: Kingslayer (Ten Thousand Character Chapter)

Chapter 488: Kingslayer (Ten Thousand Character Chapter)

That martial artist perhaps thought that his cultivation was good and he was considered a person, even if he could not intervene in this level of exchange, he could always talk, right?

So simply open your mouth and ask.

Emperor Jeanne d’Arc gazed at the expert who was at least a fifth rank, merely squinting his eyes, not seeing any moves, not seeing any chi, and poking his head out to ask loudly about the expert, his body suddenly planted down from the top of the city.

The genesis is annihilated and dies without a sound.

The city is silent, ordinary generals or hilarious martial artists, all brushing back, fearfully looking at the “King of Huai”, and in the next moment to move away, do not dare to attract the attention of this terrible figure, afraid to become the second silent death of the poor.

“Xu Qi’an, don’t you pride yourself on being the master of the people, aren’t you the conscience of the Dae Bong, and aren’t you the one man whose reputation trumps that of the court?”

Emperor Jeanne d’Arc’s gaze was morose, jealousy anger hatred disdain all around as he held that sixty foot giant sword and drank:

“This sword, if you dare to dodge it, do you know how many people will die in the city if one sword cuts down?”

The beginning and end of the massacre case has always been a thorn in Jeanne’s heart that can’t be pulled out, he has been planning for many years, refining blood pills and soul pills, but the result was sabotaged, and this doppelganger of the King of Huai died in Chuzhou, and he couldn’t steal a chicken without losing his rice.

For a “demonic path” that flaunts viciousness, this is enough to drive him mad.

What’s more, Xu Qi’an broke into the Noon Gate and knifed the Duke of State, ruthlessly slapping him, the Nine to Five, in the face of the people.

What does it feel like to be slapped in the face like that by a little person?

Later, the Supervisor, Zhao Shou, as well as the civil and military officials forced him to issue an edict of guilt, and his face was once again uncovered and ruthlessly trampled on.

Even the deepest of cities had to be stormy, not to mention, he never hid his evil thoughts, and like the Earth Sect Demon Road, Emperor Chastity firmly believed that human nature was inherently evil.

“You can try to stop me from gathering my sword momentum, but you won’t be able to catch me. Of course,” Jeanne D’Arc paused and laughed slightly crazily, “you can also dodge!”

As he spoke, another iron sword swept across the sky and merged into that huge sword, its aura rising a few more points.

At the top of the city, there were soldiers trembling, hands trembling as they preheated the artillery and filled it with shells.

But the centurion kicked him over and bellowed in a deep voice, “Run!”

This kind of godlike figure can’t be dealt with by artillery.

All of a sudden, the soldiers and martial artists, scattered towards the two sides of the city wall, scattering as birds and beasts, and the head of the city behind Xu Qi’an was empty.

The giant sword was monstrously powerful, sixty feet long, with sword qi blooming through the clouds, containing sword qi that was condensed by a Human Sect Second Grade pouring out his best efforts.

If Luo Yu Heng’s talismanic sword was a casual sword of a Human Sect Second Grade, then Jeanne d’Arc’s sword was the all-out sword of a Human Sect Second Grade expert who had been storing up his strength for a long time.

The reason why Emperor Jeanne d’Arc had summoned a vast number of iron swords was purely because unusual weapons were unable to withstand his monstrous sword intent and had to do so.

This sword not only contained brilliant sword qi, but also the power of the Heart Sword that specialized in cutting down the Yuan Shen.

Even though Xu Qi’an had fused the Divine Distinction and allowed his qi to boil up to the level of peak third grade, he felt a great threat and pressure in the face of a second-grade Daoist expert, a Human Sect Sword Cultivator whose attacking and killing techniques were no weaker than those of a martial artist.

If he ate this sword hard, his physical body might still survive, but his Yuan Shen might not.

Under normal circumstances, he could have dodged, but Emperor Jeanne d’Arc used the people of the city as coercion to force him to take a hard sword.

That’s what Jeanne had pushed him to come outside the city.

If you catch it, you will have to endure this pouring sword.

If he doesn’t answer, not to mention his reputation, Xu Qi’an’s own martial arts heart will definitely be tainted with dust, and it will be difficult for him to have a clear mind again.

Xu Qi’an searched his own means in his mind against the massive pressure, the Buddhist precepts were ineffective against Jeanne, unless he was also a second, or first, Buddhist.

The Sitting Zen Technique definitely couldn’t block this sword.

Confucian spells could not be used, and if the sword was dissipated by means of words, the backlash afterwards would not be much weaker than enduring the sword.

Supervisor did not make a move, it looks like it was really wrapped up by Saren Agu, although in the capital Supervisor has the advantage of the home field, but Saren Agu is a product that has lived for thousands of years, and in the Dabong can’t beat the Supervisor, and it’s always okay to wrap him up for a while.

The last of the iron swords merged in, and Jeanne finally finished condensing his sword, his sword fingers trembling slightly, as if he couldn’t even control the immense power.

The entire capital, three million living beings, were terrified under the pressure of this sword power.

This is the second product.

It’s like the power of heaven.

“Chop!”

Jeanne roared, her face flashing with quickness as her sword fingers maneuvered the giant sword and slashed down.

Xu Qi’an’s eyes widened as he watched the heaven-pouring sword chop down, took a step forward, opened his hand, and roared:

“Here’s the knife!”

In the sky, a flash of clear light whistled, it was like a meteor, wrapped in layers of churning clear clouds.

Confucian saint carving knife.

The first treasure of Confucianism, the Confucian sages once used it to carve out a heirloom classic on bamboo slips.

The carving knife hummed and vibrated with a joy it had never felt before, and it no longer appeared as if it were fulfilling an official duty, as it had on the previous two occasions.

This time, the carving knife transmitted a strong mood swing, it was cheering, happy, and feverish, as if, it had returned to its owner’s hands.

Xu Qi’an gripped the carving knife, his eyes blossoming with clear light as he once again took a step forward and stabbed out the Ru Sheng Carving Knife.

Sword Qi and Blade Intent collided head on.

Before the collision, the qi boundary between the two erupted with a piercing flame of light, like two domains with opposite attributes converging to produce a violent reaction.

Boom!

The collision of the two energies produced a terrifying explosion, and the entire space seemed to collapse as the power of destruction swept through.

The soldiers and men-at-arms at the top of the city fell in pieces and died.

The city wall behind Xu Qi’an first collapsed with the collapse of the guardian spell formation, then the wall cracked, the seams swam, and finally collapsed.

The small half of the wall collapsed.

The dust on the ground was scraped away layer after layer, and with the boiling air currents rolled up high into the air like a sandstorm.

With another rumble, the ground collapsed into a pit more than a dozen meters deep, and Xu Qi’an and Chastity Emperor loomed large, their feet stepping into the void.

Emperor Jeanne d’Arc’s face suddenly twisted, his cheek muscles bulged, his forehead veins blossomed angrily, and his right arm, which was squeezing his sword finger, trembled violently and was extremely unsteady.

The clear light in Xu Qi’an’s eyes flashed again, and he roared in a deep, low voice: “In my life, I don’t believe in kings!”

Along with this roar, above his head, a thousand-handed demonic phase with twelve pairs of arms flickered away, and an image of an old man wearing a Confucian robe and a Confucian crown flickered away.

Rusheng and Shenshu both thought it was awesome.

Glara. A toothsome sound came from the node where the carving knife clashed with the giant sword.

An iron sword crumbled, or exploded into broken pieces of iron, or melted into iron.

Mortal iron was mortal iron after all, and after the Human Sect Second Grade powerhouse’s sword qi was exhausted, they quickly disintegrated, starting from the node where the blows were exchanged and spreading to the giant sword as a whole.

Xu Qi’an advanced all the way through the flurry of falling crimson iron and shattered iron pieces, stabbing the carving knife into Emperor Jeanne d’Arc’s chest, and picking it with force as the other party roared in pain.

Pick out a body.

This body was torn apart by the carving knife’s blade.

Jeanne d’Arc in the flesh.

The Yang Shen, which was draped in golden and black light, detached from his physical body, and in his chest, a clear light was like a gangrene attached to his bones, which was difficult to get rid of.

Jeanne screamed in agony.

Xu Qi’an was about to take advantage of the opportunity to behead this Yang Shen, when a dangerous image was suddenly foretold in his mind, he turned back and slashed out the Taiping Blade, bang bang . In the sound of collision, the two figures touched and separated.

King Huai slipped back, and in the process, Jeanne’s yang spirit threw itself into it, merging with this last body.

Xu Qi’an, on the other hand, calmly wielded the Taiping Sword, chopping Jeanne d’Arc’s flesh into fine pieces of flesh, causing him to completely lose his original body and cutting off the possibility of resurrection.

“Luo Yuheng told me that Taoist powerhouses at the Transition stage are most wary of losing their physical bodies, because the axiom of the First Grade Land Immortal is actually the fusion of the Yang Spirit and the physical body once again.

“Jeanne, without this innate body, you’ve cut off your chances of advancing to the first grade, and even if you take over the body, you won’t be a good fit with the Yang Shen. Unless you are willing to spend hundreds of years slowly grinding it together.”

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

Compared to dealing with third-ranked martial artists, the Confucian Sage Carving Knife was more lethal to Yang Shen, which was what Zhao Shou had told him.

The Carving Knife was one of Xu Qi’an’s cards, part of his regicide plan.

This knife not only cut off Jeanne d’Arc’s “future”, but also severely damaged his yang god.

“Shit shit shit shit.”

Emperor Jeanne d’Arc cursed through clenched teeth, the malice in his eyes like substance.

“Xu Qi’an, the thing I regret most is letting you live until today, I should have killed you at all costs when you killed Duke Cao and Duke Protector!”

This emperor, contaminated by the head of the Earth Sect Dao, lost his ability to manage his emotions and became furious.

Xu Qi’an coldly watched his disorientation, his chest rising and falling violently as he exhaled and practiced qi to regain his strength.

King Huai’s breath was no longer at its peak, Jeanne was likewise heavily injured by the carving knife, and although his physical strength was greatly depleted and his breath had slightly slipped, the balance of victory had begun to tilt in his favor.

Emperor Jeanne growled for a moment, regained some composure, and stared at Xu Qi’an with malice:

“After stepping into the Second Grade, I sought a way to quell the karmic fire, just like Luo Yuheng. Her idea was to dual-cultivate with the Sovereign, and to take a deeper step by borrowing her qi to quell the karmic flames and successfully cross the tribulation.

“For the first ten years, my thoughts were the same as hers. But the ensuing Battle of Shanhaiguan cost the Great Feng nearly half of its qi. This surprised and regretted me. The surprise was that I saw the longing for immortality, and that neither the martial artists nor the Taoist sect could manipulate qi luck.

“Even if I cultivate into a First Grade Land Deity, I’m still going to die after all, it’s simply heaven helping me. Regrettably then, Luo Yu Heng subsequently dismissed the idea of dual cultivation with me. This caused me to lose the opportunity to seize her spiritual essence, and for twenty-one years, no matter how much I demanded, she would never relent.

“So, I changed my mind, since this path of the Human Sect doesn’t work, why don’t I find another way? I can take the path of a martial artist, using this alter ego of King Huai as my lead, practicing blood pills, picking up the reincarnation of the Flower God, advancing to the second grade, and then accommodating the Yang God, to become the unparalleled first-grade martial artist of the world.

“Martial artists have almost no shortcomings, so naturally they are not afraid of karmic fire burning their bodies. But the price is to cut off the Taoist system and the possibility of becoming a land deity. Because I transformed the Three Purities in a single breath and transformed the Yuan Shen, King Huai and Yuan Jing are my sons, but they are not myself after all.

“The physical body simply cannot be completely fused, so I have to abandon my original body. Today, you helped me make up my mind.”

He narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of the palace and slowly said:

“Counting the time, it’s almost time! The people of the capital regard you as a hero, and I, today, will behead you, the hero of the Great Bong.”

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

The elements of earth, wind, water and fire fused together, turning into a channel of “turbid” colored energy that surrounded his body surface.

His qi and blood didn’t change, but his breath began to skyrocket.

However, Xu Qi’an still didn’t pay attention to this instantly powerful enemy, but instead turned his head, looking toward the imperial palace.

In the palace, the civil and military officials, the noble clansmen, and the forbidden guards . All of them, at the same time, heard the mournful roar of a dragon, coming from Emperor Yuan Jing’s chambers.

Countless people have followed the sound and looked sideways.

At this moment, the royal family and the clansmen, their hearts suddenly twisted and surged with inexplicable trepidation.

Like the end of heaven and earth, like a great tribulation.

In the Shaoyin Palace, the framed lay on the tabletop, his brows knit, covering his heart, crying out:

“It hurts, it hurts my palace.”

In the square behind the noon gate, the crown prince covered his chest and bent over, his face pale and his lips faded to blood.

“Your Highness, what’s wrong with Your Highness?”

The guards behind him were alarmed, and the courtiers withdrew their gaze again to focus on the Crown Prince.

Outside the Jing Yang Palace, Huai Qing held onto the white jade appendage, substantial pain shining in her autumn waves, but she did not cover her chest, instead, her showy fists were clenched and she stared deathly at the Jing Yang Palace.

“Aang.”

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

“Dragons, dragons?!”

There were cries of alarm.

The Spirit of the Dragon Vein left the ground and detached itself from Da Bong.

In the mouth of this golden dragon was a bead which hid an eyeball, deep as a whirlpool.

Somewhere in the Imperial City’s lake, the Spirit Dragon’s black button-like eyes stared intently at the golden dragon swimming in the sky, its teeth bared and it looked extremely angry.

Sampo, the statue of the founding emperor, the brass sword held in his hand, emitted a piercing sword sound.

“Look, an auger?”

“Look everyone, there are scaly dragons in the sky.”

A street, a pedestrian, at this moment, all of them raised their heads and looked at the golden dragon that was constantly wandering in the sky above the capital city, emitting a gust of dragon’s roar.

The common people, who only know of the augur, the augur in the northern demon tribe, which from time to time serves as an evil villain in picture books and talk books, has a very vivid image.

“What the hell happened.”

“What was with those swords just now?”

“I don’t know, let’s see what the court says, everyone wait by the notice board.”

The various abnormalities, as well as the palpitating, disturbing pressure just now, were something that every being with life could detect.

Stargazer Building, the moment the Spirit of the Dragon Vein appeared, the Supervisor Zheng seemed to finally be unable to hold back, and his ancient well-like calm eyes exploded with a piercing clear light.

Supervisor Zheng raised his hand and grabbed it towards the golden dragon.

But he caught nothing; it was as if the golden dragon and he were not in the same world.

Saren Agu cupped the sheep-catching whip in his hand and grinned:

“In Da Bong, I am no match for you, but I can still manage to stop you.”

The supervisor was silent.

Emperor Jeanne d’Arc rose into the air and shouted, “Come!”

The golden dragon, summoned by it, twisted its body and came riding in the clouds.

Jeanne stepped on the dragon’s head and looked down on Xu Qi’an from high above.

“What’s the point of standing so tall.”

Xu Qi’an floated in the air, facing off with Emperor Jeanne d’Arc from a distance.

Emperor Jeanne d’Arc, with his feet on the spirit of the Dragon Vein, his chi, and the power of the Sorcerer God accompanying him, only felt more confident than ever before:

“As long as the Great Feng doesn’t die, I will still be the king of a country, and my qi will be added to my body, Xu Qi’an, what are you going to fight me with. You have the Confucian Sage Carving Knife, I have the Zhen Guo Sword.”

The voice rolled like thunder.

Now, the boiling sound resounded all over the capital.

The people looked out at the golden dragon in the distant sky, and although they couldn’t see the silhouette on the dragon’s head, they heard what Emperor Jeanne d’Arc had just said plainly.

“That man calls himself “I”, that man is His Majesty?”

“He’s fighting Xu Yinluo.”

There is only one person in Da Bong who dares to call himself “I”.

“Fight you with what?”

Xu Qi’an leveled his gaze and said indifferently:

“There’s something I need to tell you so you can die knowing.”

His voice was not too soft and not too heavy, so that only Emperor Jeanne d’Arc could hear him; the people of the city didn’t have the ear for that.

Emperor Jeanne d’Arc looked at him coldly.

Xu Qi’an’s smile was meaningful, “Do you know why Luo Yu Heng is unwilling to double-cultivate with you, because the man she really has her eyes on is me.”

Jeanne snorted and sneered, “Agitation? Foolishness, if you think saying such superficial things will get me riled up, you might as well continue.”

Xu Qi’an compassionately looked at this emperor who had been the dragon chair for an aeon and said:

“You’ve fought me for so long and didn’t realize that I also know the Heart Sword?”

Jeanne blushed.

“Chu Yuanjing and I are good friends, but he is a registered disciple of the Human Sect and will not privately spread his sword skills without permission. When I was in the Sword State, I had used a talisman to summon Luo Yuheng, and of course she had to come because her man was in danger. Otherwise, with her character of living deep in the Spiritual Treasure View for twenty years, never going out, never striking out, for no reason, she would strike?

“Besides, you think she would intervene in a fight between us to help the new ruler take the throne, but what if I told you that she did it because of me?”

With every word Xu Qi’an said, Jeanne’s face became more somber.

He had been drooling over Luo Yu Heng for a long time, and in the past twenty years, he had wanted to dual cultivate with her with all his heart, and every time he was rejected.

Now, Xu Qi’an told him that the woman who had coldly rejected herself, as if she were an unearthly fairy-like woman, actually had her heart set on him and wanted to double cultivate with him?

Even though Jeanne was only harboring ill intentions towards Luo Yu Heng, when she heard such words, her chest still unavoidably lit up with rage.

“By the way, there’s one more thing.”

Xu Qi’an revealed a smile, “You already know that King Huai was killed by me, and know that the seal underneath Sang Po is inside me. Then, I’m sure you have a good understanding of the whereabouts of the crown princess as well.”

Emperor Jeanne d’Arc’s face stiffened steeply.

Xu Qi’an leisurely said, “She is now my outer room.”

Qi and blood rushed to his face all of a sudden, if Luo Yu Heng was just a slap in the face, then the fact that the crown princess had been accepted by Xu Qi An as a foreigner was a naked humiliation to him, a trampling on his dignity.

The Wangfei is his woman, a woman in his harem, even if it was later given to the King of Zhenbei, but isn’t the King of Zhenbei also him.

As the king of a country, he could never endure such humiliation.

“Xu Qi’an, I will break you into pieces, into pieces!!!”

Jeanne went completely berserk, her face twisted with rage, and she snarled, “Sword come!”

When Chuzhou, that mysterious expert had picked up the Zhen Guo Sword, and Jeanne was perplexed by this for a long time until Xu Qi’an’s identity was revealed, and then he came to his senses.

Just as the demonic monks underneath Sang Po were shielded from the heavens by the Supervisor, the fact that Xu Qi’an was able to hold the Zhen Guo Sword that day was most likely due to the help given by the Supervisor.

If there was someone outside of the royal family who could take up the Zhen Guo Sword, that person would be none other than Supervisor Zheng.

But this time was different, the King Huai of that day was a Prince, now he was a true Emperor.

Moreover, it was the king of a country with his feet on the spirit of the Dragon Vein.

If you look at Da Bong, this fortune is unique.

Supervisor Zheng was entangled by Saren Agu at this time, and was no longer able to make a move to stop it.

Boom!

Sang Po, the Yongzhen Mountain and River Temple exploded, and the brass sword rose up into the sky and flew away as a stream of light.

This stream of light cut across the sky, across the pupils of everyone who raised their heads, and countless people’s gazes chased after that stream of light.

The Great Bong Supreme Sword of Zhen Guo!

During the Battle of Shanhaiguan, the Emperor took out the Zhenguo Sword from the Yongzhen Shanhe Temple and handed it over to the King of Zhenbei.

This great story is extremely popular.

The Zhen Guo Sword was the symbol of the royal family of the Great Bong, this was common knowledge that even ordinary people knew.    Outside the Jing Yang Palace, Huai Qing’s face changed abruptly, “The Zhen Guo Sword is bad!”

“Zhen, Zhen Guo Sword”

His Highness the Crown Prince’s face was as white as paper, and he looked at Head Minister Wang with extreme trepidation.

Everything that happened was completely beyond the limits of what he could imagine, the golden dragon that suddenly took off into the air, the suddenly majestic father and the symbol of the royal family, the Great Bong’s absolute divine weapon, the Zhen Guo Sword.

It was impossible to hide the small thoughts hidden behind his move to close the palace doors tightly not long ago from his father.

A great disaster is at hand.

Chief Minister Wang did not answer, but only nodded at him with a calm face, signaling him not to mess up his position.

Inner city, a certain small courtyard.

The woman in the cloth dress, carefully followed the ladder and climbed up to the roof.

She looked out into the sky, still unable to see the battle, and could only occasionally hear a few explosions that sounded like muffled thunder.

I knew that this day would come sooner or later, and after Wei Yuan’s death, I knew that you wanted to commit regicide. Her beautiful fists clenched.

Must be alive.

On the outskirts of the capital, the Black Lotus Taoist Master, whose breath had weakened to the extreme, once again regained his form and looked at the stunning woman whose ferocious might was unparalleled and laughed wildly:

“Luo Yuheng, do you hear me? The Zhenguo Sword specializes in breaking the fleshly bodies of martial artists, and in the event that the Supervisor Zheng can’t spare a hand, in the realm of the capital, no, in the realm of the Great Bong, Jeanne d’Arc is invincible.”

Invincible? Luo Yuheng let out a “heh”, “I’ll allow you to live for a few more moments.”

She whirled her head around and looked towards the capital, narrowing her beautiful eyes.

After this battle, you’re mine.

The corners of her mouth quirked up.

Supervisor is walking to the side of the eight trigrams platform, looking at the stream of light that began in Sangpo and swept across half of the capital.

Saren Agu tightened the sheep-driving whip in his hand.

The two first grades didn’t exchange blows, but each other’s domains were already clashing fiercely and silently.

Everyone’s eyes were chasing that stream of light, the Zhen Guo Sword was the key in this peak duel, the key that would affect the entire victory or defeat.

Xu Qi’an’s pupils reflected the light that flew from the Zhen Guo Sword, and his pupils were slightly dilated, appearing lifeless and showing a void of fugitive attention.

What flashed through his mind was the people who fell like grass in the Chuzhou massacre; it was the clasped fist salute from the soldiers at the city head after killing the King of Zhenbei; it was Zheng Xinghuai’s sullen back as he ran around the capital without any help; it was the eyes that could not be closed as he died in the prison.

It is the entrance to the market, a reverent gaze; it is outside the Yuhang Pass, a Dafeng soldier who thirsts to defend his homeland and repel the enemy.

Finally, he thought of the green coat.

Fame, or self, was not what the man cared about.

That man lives his whole life for only two things, one is love and the other is faith.

The former is himself, the latter is the country and the people.

My whole life, and for what?

He held out his hand and roared, “Sword come!”

The stream of light whistled and dropped itself into Xu Qi’an’s hands.

It had never changed its trajectory, and from the beginning to the end, it had chosen Xu Qi’an.

This supreme weapon that fought with Emperor Gaozu in the battlefield, it abandoned Gaozu’s bloodline and chose an outsider.

The Zhen Guo Sword, chose Xu Qi An But anyone who saw this scene stared in disbelief.

Xu Qi’an gripped his brass sword, and at Emperor Jeanne d’Arc’s stiffened face, he once again yelled, “Spirit Dragon!”

Ouch!

Countless people in the Imperial City as well as the Imperial Palace heard the roar of the Spirit Dragon.

The Spirit Dragon broke out of the waves and soared through the clouds, its nostrils spewing out bits of purple air, its scales and armor glowing with purple light.

Its skeleton in the “friction” crunching sound, a shocking change, under the scales, the muscles one by one protrudes, the dragon body elongated, become more slender and more athletic.

The horns on top of his head forked, a thick mane of hair grew from his neck, and his claws and fangs became sharper.

Those two black button-like pupils contracted, elongated, and became vertical pupils.

It became more like a dragon, in the true sense of the word.

The spiritual dragon was riding on the clouds, extremely fast, and seemed to be eager to pounce on its “master”.

Xu Qi’an landed lightly on its back, holding the Zhen Guo Sword in his right hand, the Ru Sheng Carving Knife in his left, and stepping on the Spirit Dragon.

“It can’t be! It can’t be!”

Emperor Jeanne d’Arc’s face turned extremely ugly as he opened his eyes wide, his pupils trembling slightly.

“What gives you the right to drive the Spirit Dragon, and what gives you the right to use the Zhen Guo Sword?!”

He had the anger of being betrayed by the world.

This feeling was like the sharpest weapon, stabbing hard into his heart.

The Zhen Guo Sword was left behind by Emperor Gaozu, it has a spirit and only recognizes members of the royal family. The Spirit Dragon even had to depend on the Imperial Family in order to swallow the Purple Qi to survive.

But, of the two, none of them chose him.

Emperor Zhende was shocked, and certain people in the capital were even more shocked, such as the Crown Prince, such as Huaiqing, such as a fourth-ranked martial artist, and a member of the royal family.

The Imperial Palace.

The prince led the civil and military officials, climbed the city wall of the noon gate, looking out from the city, can vaguely see the distant sky, the two sides of the fierce battle.

“For, why would the Zhen Guo Sword choose Xu Qi’an, why would the Spirit Dragon choose Xu Qi’an?”

The Crown Prince looked around, his voice shrill, “Who’s going to tell this palace, who’s going to tell this palace?”

Especially the Spirit Dragon, which the Prince loved to ride when he was a child, and reveled in the fact that the Spirit Dragon was only close to members of the royal family, a privilege exclusive to royalty.

And the clan does not have such a privilege.

Those county lords, sons of the world, and heirs of the nobles could only look on enviously from the shore.

But now, what did he see? He saw Spirit Dragon willingly becoming a “civilian” and fighting for him.

Xu Qi’an was seen riding a spirit dragon and fighting fiercely with the king of a country.

The Prince took a huge hit.

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

Yeah, why did Spirit Dragon choose Xu Qi’an?

Why did His Majesty summon the Zhen Guo Sword and it chose Xu Qi An as well?

Xu Qi’an, what exactly is his identity?

A series of question marks flashed through the minds of the courtiers.

What exactly was Xu Qi’an’s identity, his identity was by no means simple, otherwise how could the Spirit Dragon and the Zhen Guo Sword, choose him over His Majesty.

“He… Who is he, really? Is he His Majesty’s bastard?”

A civil official whispered with a complex expression.

The surrounding officials listened and instead showed contemplation.

The Prince’s heart steeped.

“No. Xu Qi’an is over double ten years old, while His Majesty has been cultivating for twenty-one years, twenty-one and a half to be exact.”

“And how does that explain the situation at hand?”

The Prince sighed in relief, he had just lost his temper like that, but in fact, he had the same speculation in his heart.

“Because of His Majesty’s lawlessness!”

The crowd followed the voice and it was Chief Wang.

Chief Minister Wang looked around the courtiers and said in a loud voice, “What Xu Qi’an said outside the Imperial City is true in every way. His Majesty colluded with the Witch God Cult, cut off the army’s food and supplies, and joined forces with the Witch God Cult to kill Wei Yuan. The emperor is immoral, and Xu Qi’an has fought against him.”

The group of ministers stirred.

One had to admit that these words of Chief Wang’s were highly credible.

His Majesty possessed an unparalleled cultivation, which they had witnessed with their own eyes. And the choice of the Zhen Guo Sword and the Spirit Dragon verified this statement.

The divine weapons and spirit beasts that only recognized the royal family had all chosen Xu Qi’an.

That works better than any evidence.

The Faint King!

The word flashed through the minds of the princes.

On the outskirts of the capital, Luo Yu Heng chopped off a large portion of the thick liquid with a single sword and said with a cold smile, “How was it?”

The Black Lotus didn’t answer, there was malice and madness in his eyes, but more than anything else, he was scornful.

He no longer gave up his life to fight, but only did entanglements and budged out.

His qi is really strong, Spirit Dragon or Zhen Guo Sword, they all chose him Luo Yu Heng pursed his lips and smiled more deeply.

Also on the outskirts of the capital, in another orientation.

Chu Yuanzhan sat on the ridge of his sword, looking at the distant battle, and that terrifying fluctuation that came from just a hint of it made the four of them tremble with fear.

“That’s his card?”

Chu Yuanjian looked at the Heavenly Clan’s Holy Maiden at his side, and the Scholar’s complexion was incomparably complicated, “He, what exactly is his identity?”

At one time he thought that number three was Xu New Year, then he realized that number three was the colorful Xu Qi’an, and now he felt that Xu Qi’an was still Xu Qi’an, but not necessarily Xu Qi’an of the Xu family.

“How would I know.” Li Miaozhen said with a blank stare.

She didn’t care about Xu Qi’an’s identity, she only cared if Xu Qi’an could beat Jeanne d’Arc. Will there be an accident.

“It’s incredible, it’s incredible .”

Chu Yuanzhan muttered.

It wasn’t hard to understand that Emperor Jeongdeok’s lawlessness had caused the crowd to turn against him, but that didn’t mean that Spirit Dragon and Zhen Guojian would choose Xu Qi’an.

Dimwitted kings abounded, and they hadn’t seen these two existences as active as this.

So the problem is still with Xu Qi’an.

In the midst of the seriousness, Lina muttered, “I’m hungry.”

“On what grounds? By virtue of the fact that you’ve already turned against your family, it wasn’t the Spirit Dragon and the Zhen Guo Sword that chose me, but they chose Da Feng.”

Xu Qi’an’s storing up of strength ended, and he calmly stabbed out the carving knife, aiming for Emperor Yuan Jing’s brow.

Confucian Sage Carving Knife, Heaven and Earth One Cut, Heart Sword, Lion’s Roar, and Nurturing Intentions melted into one.

Jade Shattered!

Stabbing eyes explode with a dazzling clear light

A desperate man can’t retreat, he’d rather be shattered than broken.

This knife is unavoidable.

Earth, wind, water, and fire melted into a four-colored flowing, slightly muddy barrier that stood in front of the carving knife.

Inside the transparent bead in the mouth of the Spirit of the Dragon Vein, an ebony light shot out from the eyeball of the Sorcerer God.

“Roar!”

The Spirit Dragon spewed out a large amount of purple qi and poured it into the carving knife, allowing the purple qi to merge with the clear qi.

The black light crashed apart on the carving knife.

The power of earth, fire, water and fire collapsed.

The foreheads of Emperor Jeanne d’Arc and Xu Qi’an were successively chapped, and blood flowed profusely.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Emperor Jeanne d’Arc screamed miserably.

The Yang Shen suffered a serious injury.

The pawn who crosses the river can’t retreat, but he can kill the king!

Ignoring the blood that flowed long from his forehead, Xu Qi’an raised the Zhen Guo Sword, and the Spirit Dragon twisted its head, spraying another mouthful of violet qi that wrapped around the sword.

The Zhen Guo Sword buzzed and trembled.

“Spirit Dragon!”

He yelled.

The spirit dragon roared as it rushed towards the golden dragon and towards Emperor Yuan Jing, and Xu Qi’an harnessed this spirit beast and stabbed into the Zhen Guo sword.

Jade Shattered!

Another jade shattering.

The dark light flashed continuously, and the Witch God’s eyeball continued to shoot out dark light, but it was unable to dissipate Xu Qi’an’s intent, much less the violet aura spewed out by the Spirit Dragon, and it helplessly crashed and dispersed on the Zhen Guo Sword.

Emperor Jeanne d’Arc’s Yang Shen was traumatized, and at this time, he was incapable of harnessing the power of the four elephants fused together by earth, wind, water, and fire, so he instinctively punched out his fist and punched out his fist.

Psst!

The Zhen Guo Sword ignored the aura of light, and Xu Qi’an fought hard against the fist, allowing the blade to pierce into the chest of Emperor Jeanne d’Arc, who was like a cavalryman with long hair in his hand, picking his enemy high into the air.

Blood flowed from Xu Qi’an’s chest, and the same penetrating wound appeared.

Without a care in the world, he pressed down on the hilt of the sword, and the Zhen Guo Sword pushed forward a few more points, the sword qi eroding the vitality of the third grade martial artist.

Xu Qi’an laughed, “Your Majesty, after twenty-one years of cultivation, have you ever heard the people’s wailing in your dreams?”

Choking Jeanne’s neck, he drew his town sword and chopped off Jeanne’s feet.

Emperor Jeanne d’Arc’s eyes were crimson, and under the heavy injuries he suffered, his Yang Shen erupted with potential, his right palm condensing earth, wind, water, and fire, melting into the sword of the four elephants, stabbing into Xu Qi’an’s chest.

“Your Majesty, on behalf of Duke Wei and 80,000 generals, I ask for your debt.” He mocked.

The Zhen Guo Sword chopped off his right arm again.

“You disruptive son of a bitch!”

Chastity emperor pain incomparable, doubly humiliated, dominated the court for a thousand years, today was a piker with ancestral Zhenguo sword picked up, face to face anger.

His only remaining left hand clenched into a fist and smashed it hard against Xu Qi’an’s temple.

When!

The loud noise spread across the heavens and earth.

Xu Qi’an instantly bled through his seven orifices, and the flame aura at the back of his head nearly went out.

The Zhen Guo Sword chopped down, cutting off the last arm of Emperor Jeanne d’Arc.

All the limbs are broken.

Xu Qi’an’s seven bleeding faces slowly raised a wry orange smile:

“I forgot to tell you that Linan and I have already made a private engagement, and when I kill you, I will take the throne as emperor in my place and marry your granddaughter, well, your nominal daughter.

“Everything you have, is mine. Today, the entire capital is watching me kill you!”

Emperor Jeanne d’Arc’s eyes rolled round in surprise, the pupils of his eyes fluttering in their sockets.

Humiliation, unwillingness, anger, resentment, all kinds of emotions come up, he has been through two dynasties, a brilliant life, control the supreme power.

At the end of the day, it ended in such a humiliating way.

Xu Qi’an put his sword across his neck, quick as a flash: “This time, I will destroy your body, making it difficult for you to be reborn again.”

One swipe and the heads rolled off.

The Yang Shen came out of his body and quickly fled as Jeanne roared, “Come!”

The Spirit of the Dragon Vein came up in the air, opened its mouth, and swallowed Jeanne’s Yang Shen into its stomach.

“Xu Qi’an, I won’t let you go, I will kill you at all costs, kill everyone around you, and let you live and die in peace.”

Inside the golden dragon, there was a resentful roar from Jeanne.

The dragon vein belongs to a kind of qi, Xu Qi’an can’t do anything with it, the carving knife and the Zhen Guo sword can’t chop it as well, and although the spiritual dragon can swallow the qi, the spirit of the dragon vein isn’t pure purple qi.

Little did he realize that the special nature of the Dragon Vein would end up becoming his last umbrella.

His physical body was destroyed, but as long as his Yang Shen was still there, he was still a Second Grade.

Right at this moment, in Xu Qi’an’s arms, the line of Earth Book fragments flew out, and a slightly curved dragon’s tooth flew out from the mirror, and inscribed on its surface, the runes that would make one’s head spinning lit up.

The dragon’s teeth whistled away, easily catching up with the spirit of the dragon vein and piercing through it!

“No!!!”

A mournful scream came from Emperor Jeanne d’Arc.

Immediately after that, with a “boom”, the spirit of the dragon vein exploded into pieces, scattering in all directions, turning into a stream of light and disappearing at the end of the horizon.

Jeanne d’Arc’s yang god was no longer supported and suffered from the attack of the dragon’s teeth, his yang god was dimmed.

Xu Qi’an rushed in on his spirit dragon, the carving knife viciously stabbing into Jeanne d’Arc’s brow and the Zhen Guo sword stabbing into his chest.

Dazzling clear light and sword qi bloomed.

The Yang Shen was like solid ice under the blazing sun, melting away at a rapid pace.

“Jeanne, it’s time to hit the road.”

“Xu Qi’an”

In a cry of unwillingness and agony, the Yang Shen dissipated into thin air.

This emperor, who had overlooked the court for a year, completely went up in smoke.

PS: I actually finished this chapter around 12:00, but after I re-reviewed the draft, I realized that the writing wasn’t working and wasn’t cool enough, so I deleted almost 4,000 words.

And then refined and deleted for a long time, really tried my best to try to write their own satisfaction of the chapter, is my last stubbornness, you have to scold a little lighter, people are afraid of pain.