Every word brought Li Pingping back to the past.
Sun Yanlu sighed with emotion: "Brother Huang has been sitting in that position for too long, and he probably knows how painful it is to sit in that position. But I didn't expect that Brother Huang still wanted to keep that position in the end, so that Let your descendants sit on it.”
As he said that, he looked at Sun Gusheng meaningfully.
"You are much better than the young emperor brother, and you are very lucky. The emperor brother's other two sons died young, so there is no need to compete for the throne."
"It's just that you are too similar to the young imperial brother. If you were not like him, I would probably allow you to give it a try, but you are too similar. Such a person cannot become the king of the world."
Sun Gusheng remained silent.
Originally, he had never thought about sitting on the throne.
But from the moment he made up his mind to take over the banner, his mentality changed day by day.
He also began to learn how to become a real emperor.
Sun Gusheng said: "The emperor's uncle has said so much, he just wants to become the king himself."
Sun Yanlu slowly raised his sword and said helplessly: "I had no intention of fighting for that chair, but I can't just watch the world go like this."
For a moment, Sun Yanlu's expression changed.
That expression seemed to be back to that time.
Back then, he was still holding a sword and walking on the road of Jianghu.
He looked at Sun Gusheng and sighed: "I'm sorry, nephew, you must die for the sake of this world."
As he spoke, he took action.
Wisps of sword intent floated out from the tip of his sword, and then he held it out towards Sun Gusheng.
Li Pingping also drew her sword at the same time, cutting off the sword energy in an instant.
Sun Yanlu was slightly startled, looked at Li Pingping, and asked with a smile: "Li Pingping, do you really plan to protect him?"
Li Pingping slowly exhaled a breath and said calmly: "I identified him at the beginning, and I will not change it until I die."
Sun Yanlu nodded, but his face was filled with regret.
"To be honest, Li Pingping, if you don't join the imperial court as an official, you will definitely have a chance to become the Great Sword Immortal."
Li Pingping smiled slightly.
Great Sword Fairy?
He once thought about becoming a Great Sword Immortal, but that was in the past. What he is pursuing now is not a Great Sword Immortal at all. After meeting Sun Yanshou, he understood that there are more interesting things in this world than becoming a Great Sword Immortal.
Li Pingping slowly exhaled a breath of sword energy. Following this sword energy, Li Pingping held the sword upright between her eyebrows and closed her eyes slightly.
The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a terrifying sword intent swept out of his body. The flying sword trembled violently at the same time, and flew away in the blink of an eye.
Seeing Li Pingping's flying sword, Sun Yanlu finally became cautious.
They were both sword cultivators. Sun Yanlu knew exactly how high the opponent's sword intent was at this moment.
Li Pingping's sword is extremely fast and can kill with one blow within ten steps!
At this moment, he was only a few steps away from Sun Yanshou, so when the sword light suddenly bloomed, the sword had already arrived in front of Sun Yanlu.
Sun Yanlu took a deep breath and drew his sword at the same time.
boom!
The two swords collided, and a sword light shattered.
In an instant, the roof of the main house was blown off.
Sun Yanlu flew out of the house, came to the sky, and continued to draw his sword downwards.
One after another sword light bloomed from the sky.
I saw Sun Yanlu's figure shaking in the air. In an instant, many afterimages appeared. Then those afterimages gradually turned into reality, forming several clones. Each clone stood within the sword light, and their movements were uniform. He extended a sword downwards.
"boom!"
Accompanied by loud noises, the main building of the Prince's Mansion instantly turned into ruins.
Sun Yanlu did not stop drawing his sword because of this. He never underestimated his opponent. He would continue to draw his sword before seeing his opponent completely dead.
Continuous explosions spread like thunder.
After firing out more than ten swords, Sun Yanlu gradually stopped what he was doing, spread his energy and flew towards the ruins, wanting to investigate, but suddenly frowned.
He quickly turned around, but Sun Gusheng had already appeared beside him and punched him in the head.
Sun Yanlu raised his sword to block, and used his sword energy to knock Sun Gusheng away. Just when he was about to draw his sword, he found that the light above his head suddenly dimmed.
A pair of huge shoes came down from above his head.
With a heavy kick, Sun Yanlu was stepped into the ruins.
Sun Yanlu fell into the ruins, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Before he could get up, Sun Gusheng had already stepped in front of him and punched his head again.
Sun Yanlu had no power to fight back, and he received the punch firmly, causing a big bruise on his head immediately.
And his figure also sunk a little deeper into the ruins.
Fists like a violent storm continued to fall on Sun Yanlu's face and body. Sun Yanlu was beaten until he vomited a large mouthful of blood. Finally, he gradually adjusted and found a chance to stand up, letting Sun Yanlu's punch fall to pieces. On top of the tiles, he stretched out his figure and stood opposite Sun Gusheng.
He rubbed his head and said with emotion: "He is really carved in the same mold as the imperial brother, every move has his shadow."
Sun Gusheng said softly: "My father and I are still far apart."
After saying that, Sun Gusheng punched again.
Sun Yanlu responded with a sword, and a bright snow-white sword light suddenly struck Sun Gusheng.
Sun Gusheng's pupils suddenly sank, and he was even a little surprised.
He had clearly punched like this just now. Even if it were Li Pingping, if she faced such an attack, she would have been seriously injured. It was absolutely impossible for her to be in such a state.
But Sun Yanlu's sword intent at this time was even higher than before.
Has he been keeping his hand?
Sun Gusheng couldn't believe it.
Sun Yanlu had already arrived in front of Sun Gusheng and said with a smile, "Did you see it?"
Then, a sword pierced Sun Gusheng's chest, taking him backward and nailing him to the wall.
All the advantages created by Sun Gusheng just now were reversed in an instant.
Sun Yanlu was not in a hurry to take Sun Gusheng's life. He raised his head and looked at the sky. There was another opponent over there.
From the beginning, Li Pingping has been concentrating her sword intent.
He knew that just using the most common means would have no impact on Sun Yanlu.
At this moment, the sword intention has been condensed.
Li Pingping closed her eyes and raised one hand up.
The clouds in the sky suddenly began to change, gradually forming a cloud sword.
Several sword lights suddenly rose around Yun Jian.
Li Pingping looked at Sun Yanlu below, waved one hand, and the Yunjian fell down.
Sun Yanlu below looked at the cloud sword and couldn't help but applaud.
On the path of sword cultivation, Li Pingping has gone very far, and it is a field that many sword cultivators have not been able to reach in their entire lives.
Such a battle made Sun Yanlu's blood boil even more.
It seems like I have returned to the world back then.
Yun Jian flew down quickly, causing a burst of noise and roar.
And among the noise and roar, there was a strong murderous intent.
Sun Yanlu raised his sword upwards, and a stream of sword energy was pulled up and blocked in front of him. Then he shouted loudly, and endless sword energy rose up.
The sword energy is gathering more and more.
Suddenly, countless swords flew across the sky.
Li Pingping's pupils suddenly widened as she looked at the sword that was constantly flying through the sky.
Those flying swords were quickly blocked in front of Sun Yanlu, and they were all buzzing at the moment.
Those were the flying swords of all the sword cultivators in the city.
Li Pingping opened her mouth slightly, somewhat disbelieving.
Being able to unsheath these flying swords at the same time is probably something only the great swordsman can do.
What Li Pingping couldn't believe even more was that from the beginning to the end, Sun Yanlu didn't show any demonic aura.
He had always used his energy and sword intent to compete with Li Pingping.
Although he joined the Ten Thousand Demons Association, he did not become a demon.
This is something more terrifying than becoming a monster.
He has the strength he has now without becoming a demon. If he became a demon, how strong would he be?
Yun Jian bumped into those flying swords.
The two meet.
Li Pingping, who was standing in the clouds, suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and felt her eyes black out before she fell from the clouds.
He used his last bit of strength to look at Sun Yanlu, but found that Sun Yanlu was still standing where he was.
Li Pingping was exhausted and fell heavily to the ground. She could only look at this scene in despair.
This prince is the one who hides the deepest.
Sun Yanlu slowly walked up to Li Pingping and did not rush to take action. Instead, he asked: "Li Pingping, do you still think that I withdrew from the fight for the throne really just because Sun Yanshou was stronger than me?"
Li Pingping didn't answer.
The answer lies in what is left unsaid.
When Sun Yanlu withdrew from the fight for the throne, it was not because he couldn't fight, but because he didn't want to fight.
If he really wanted to, killing Sun Yanshou would be just a thought on his part.
But he gave up the throne just like that, and here we are today.
"I have always wanted to see the world get better, but it is getting worse day by day."
"It turns out that I chose the wrong path back then, but fortunately it's not too late to look back now. The court really needs to change its appearance, and all the so-called rules before will be abandoned."
Sun Yanlu said calmly: "The Ten Thousand Demons Association is not what you think. If you just want to sit on that chair, you can only do this."
"Li Pingping, I won't kill you. You can go further on this road. It's a pity that you die now. I will let the Ten Thousand Demons Association keep your life. If you can go further in the future, Some, I’ll be waiting for you on that chair, waiting for you to come and get him back.”
"But Sun Gusheng must die. If he doesn't die, no one can be replaced on that chair."
Sun Yanlu has always loved warriors, especially people like Li Pingping.
This naturally includes Sun Gusheng.
If Sun Gusheng was not Sun Yanshou's son, Sun Yanlu would definitely let Sun Gusheng go.
But that's life.
Some people, even if they don't want him to die, he has to die.
Li Pingping no longer had the strength to speak at this moment. Dealing with Zhu Qing before had actually consumed most of his energy, but even in his heyday, it was still unclear whether he could defeat Sun Yanlu.
Sun Yanlu stood up slowly, walked towards Sun Gusheng who was nailed to the wall, reached out and pulled out the flying sword nailed to Sun Gusheng's chest, and said with a hint of apology: "I'm sorry, nephew, for the sake of this world, I still have to wrong you. ”
Some people died, but not completely...
