In the palace.
Dozens of virtual image masters formed by condensing luck, all attacked Murong Tonghuang one after another.
The Qi of Yulian City was completely released, and it was so majestic that even the imperial guards who were hundreds of feet away and many masters who sneaked into the palace to watch felt that the air seemed to be solidified and constantly squeezed, even with the slightest movement of the body. , all require a lot of effort.
They had seen so many incredible things today.
I also met peerless masters that I had never dared to imagine before.
But as Murong Tonghuang's anger exploded, he still felt panicked and uneasy.
At the same time, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dismay in my heart.
In the world of martial arts, the third grade can be called a master, be worshiped by others, or form a gang.
The second grade is the little grandmaster. Whether he is placed in the army or in the world, he is one of the best masters.
As for the first-grade ones, they are even rarer.
The legendary land gods only exist as legends for most people.
But in today's battles, it can be said that there are as many first-class masters as dogs, and land gods are everywhere.
King Kong and Zhixuan were already insignificant little characters, and the peak of the sky could be defeated and die at any time. Even the land gods invited by Qin Tianjian were suppressed and killed.
Is heaven and earth so far away?
Many experts looked at that black figure, their eyes flashing with strong fear and desire.
One person fights a city alone.
This is Murong Wudi.
And Emperor Murong Tong naturally didn't bother to pay attention to these people.
He was fighting against dozens of masters of virtual images of luck.
Although these virtual images are not at the peak level of extreme masters, they are all difficult figures.
At this moment, under the control of the old eunuch, unlike the Huishan Snow Club, they were fighting independently, and they could not conquer them all at once.
Suddenly, Yu Liancheng's expression condensed slightly, showing a sense of regret, and he sighed for some reason,
His palm movements changed, and one palm transformed into the air. One palm transformed into ten, ten transformed into hundreds, hundreds transformed into thousands... He used Shaolin's secret "Thousand-Hand Tathagata Palm" to strike shadows in the void from a distance, easily defeating them.
The moment the palm's power was about to end, another sharp roar suddenly came out, and the sound waves were like thunder, exploding with a bang, tearing the floor and several virtual images of luck in front of him into pieces.
For some reason, everyone felt that Murong Tonghuang's two attempts to defeat the virtual image were much easier than before.
boom! !
Yuliancheng stomped the ground with his toes, and his whole body flew up through the air, as if he was going straight into the sky.
The next moment, he turned upside down, opened his palms, and reached far downwards.
In the ethereal Sanskrit sound, this palm seemed to grow infinitely, filling the heaven and earth, sealing off all space, covering the sky and the sun, and pressed downwards.
Boom! !
The entire palace shook violently.
Amidst the loud noise, huge and clear palm prints were printed on the ground. Long cracks opened up and spread to the distant palace wall, which quickly collapsed and collapsed.
With just this one blow, thirty or forty virtual images of luck were shot into a pool of airflow and disappeared.
Yu Liancheng slowly retracted his palm and blew gently, like a swift hurricane sweeping across the ground, completely blowing away the remaining nearly transparent virtual images of luck.
Suddenly, Emperor Murong Tong turned around, stretched out a claw, and blocked the punch that was about to hit his back.
"Is the last virtual image really me?"
Yu Liancheng looked at the beautiful face in front of him, looked at it carefully, and shook his head: "Fake things are always fake. In terms of appearance, they are still inferior to the real ones. Piracy is not advisable."
With the violent breath of Qi, the last virtual image of Qi finally collapsed and disappeared.
Emperor Murong Tong walked slowly and came to the old eunuch.
He looked down at the eunuch who had attained immortality in the human world, and saw that the latter was sitting cross-legged, with his waist hunched, eyes closed, and a relieved smile on his face, giving people the feeling of a Buddhist monk sitting in a state of incarnation.
Yu Liancheng let out a sigh again.
A gust of wind blew.
The old eunuch turned into a puff of powder and disappeared.
Immortal people are not immortal.
In fact, the old eunuch exhaled his last breath a dozen breaths ago.
It is precisely because of this that Yulian City can easily solve the illusion of luck.
In order to seek immortality, the unknown eunuch absorbed two hundred years of Zhao family's luck.
But in the end, he gave up his immortality and risked his life for the Zhao family. Is it worth it or not?
Maybe, only he knows.
Yu Liancheng raised his eyes and looked at a certain palace in the distance. He seemed to have heard something very interesting. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "One million stone canal transport is really scary. It seems that you kid is not ready yet." You understand the current situation, do you really think that I don’t dare to kill someone?”
He threw the Willow Leaf Broken Sword into the air.
"Emperor Murong Tong returned the sword to the Emperor of the Zhao family."
…
The emperor of the Zhao family saw the flying sword.
This flying sword was cast by the Emperor Zhao of the Dongyue Sword Pool, and he knew a lot about this sword.
Originally, this sword was about one foot long, with slender willow leaves.
It can kill people, and it can also cut off luck.
Now that it has been broken, the tip of the sword is missing, but it is no shorter than an ordinary sword and still exudes an impressive edge.
Although the sword no longer has a tip, the emperor of the Zhao family understands that it can stab someone to death without a sword tip.
After all, the young emperor was still afraid of death, so he couldn't help but feel fear.
This emotion had been accumulating in his chest ever since he learned that Emperor Murong Tong had entered the city, and now it finally erupted like a volcano. He was frightened and turned pale. Everything in the past is like a fleeting glance.
The reason why the young emperor was able to have so many ideas was not only because he had many and complex ideas. Also because this sword is not fast, it even gives people a leisurely feeling.
But the young emperor was locked by the energy on the sword and couldn't move.
It's as if that sword is the emperor and the master.
Not only does he control the young emperor's life, but he also dominates everything about him.
It seemed as if every breath and every blink of the young emperor were a reward from that sword.
This made the young emperor feel even more humiliated.
The sword is getting closer and closer.
Fortunately, there is no need for Chen Wang, a scholar, to swing the sword.
There were already three figures standing side by side in front of the young emperor silently.
These three people are old, middle-aged and young, and they can be regarded as the last bit of information about the Zhao family in Liyang.
Among the three, the elderly Pojiao, like Master Liu Hao, is the gatekeeper of Tai'an City and one of the leaders of Zhao Gou who hides in secret.
Looking at the young and strong guy, he is also one of the leaders of Zhao Gou. In addition, he is also a Qi refiner of Qin Tianjian.
Finally, there is a "young man" with a short sword hanging horizontally. This person is similar to Zhao Xuansu, the land god of Longhu Mountain who was killed by Emperor Murong Tong. With the help of secret skills, he has taken a path of rejuvenation, becoming younger as he gets older.
These three people are all first-level masters, especially the "young man" with the short sword hanging horizontally. They are only one chance away from entering the sky.
But when the three of them looked at the slowly broken sword, they couldn't help but look solemn.
The three of them looked at each other, shouted loudly, and attacked the flying sword coming from a distance.
The seemingly frail old man Po Jiao acted the most domineering. He stood up from the ground, raised his fist, and his energy surged, setting off a hurricane in the palace, and then he punched the sword heavily.
It's a pity, it's useless,
The Qi Refiner raised his fingers, and a flying sword appeared in his cuff, with the tip of the sword resting on the broken sword.
However, as the dagger continued to advance, the flying sword was bent, deformed, and finally blasted into pieces.
Still useless.
Finally, there is the "young man" with a short sword hanging on his waist. He has the highest level, but his moves are the most unpretentious. He looks no different from ordinary swordsmen in the world.
It's just that the hand holding the handle of the knife suddenly moves, swings the knife, and cuts,
when!
In an instant, swords clashed.
However, the boy with the short sword had the highest level of cultivation, but suffered the heaviest backlash.
A stream of sword energy spurted out from the broken sword, and the "young man" flew backwards, knocking down a palace wall. His body was covered in blood and flesh, as if he had been cut to pieces by a thousand knives in an instant. The situation was very horrific.
"Your Majesty, we cannot stop this sword. Please leave first." The old man Pojiao walked up to the young emperor.
The young emperor's mouth was bitter. He wanted to say, "This is the palace, and I am the emperor. Why should I retreat?" 'But looking at the broken sword getting closer and closer, the fear became more and more intense. How could I open my mouth?
What's more, he is now captured by the sword energy, and it is difficult for him to speak.
Just when the old man Pojiao and the middle-aged Qi Master were about to take the young emperor away, suddenly a sword flashed in front of their eyes, signaling a warning sign.
But the broken sword suddenly accelerated, and in the blink of an eye it was inserted into the young emperor's chest, and even flew back several feet away and hit the wall hard.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."
The old man Pojiao and the middle-aged Qi practitioner were shocked.
Chen Wang also quickly stopped the eunuchs and eunuchs who were coming, looking panicked, and told them to quickly call the imperial doctor.
"It turns out...this is what it feels like to be stabbed by a sword..."
The young emperor was half leaning against the wall, panting heavily. His dragon robe was completely wet with blood. He felt the cold stinging pain in his chest, and suddenly understood the feeling of Xu Weixiong receiving the sword.
It's really uncomfortable.
The middle-aged Qi practitioner knew a little about medical skills. He did not dare to take off the sword from the young emperor's chest easily. He just sealed the acupuncture points around the wound, took his pulse again, relaxed his brows a little, and exhaled a long breath: "It's still... Well, that sword didn’t hurt the heart or lungs.”
At the beginning, the young emperor's main intention was to cut off Beiliang's luck and seriously injure Xu Weixiong, rather than kill the latter. Because Xie Guanying tampered with things, the situation became even more out of control.
Therefore, Emperor Murong Tong's sword also seriously injured the young emperor.
He was just a martial artist, but he didn't have the guts to commit regicide.
There is someone else who wants to take the life of the young emperor, and he will never let go of this great opportunity.
"That's good, that's how we make friends." Old Man Pojiao noticed that his back was wet with cold sweat unknowingly.
The atmosphere in the hall became slightly more relaxed.
In the palace, there was no longer any sound of fierce fighting going forward.
Apparently, Emperor Murong Tong left after collecting the debt he owed.
As long as the imperial doctor arrives, His Majesty will be safe.
"Leader Murong still doesn't want to do things too far, so let's let Cao Changqing finish the game." A clear voice sounded, and Qingyi floated.
"Cao Changqing, is it you!? Escort! Escort!!" The old man Pojiao's eyes widened, showing a look of panic.
Armored weapons clashed incessantly, and dull footsteps could be heard. Teams of elite imperial guards finally rushed over.
"Cao Changqing, how dare you!!" Old Man Pojiao looked at Cao Changqing who was walking into the hall step by step, and shouted: "Now that the overall situation of Guangling Road has been decided, if you insist on going your own way, it will not only drag you down, but also the entire West. Chu."
"In the spring and autumn, when the wind and rain are swaying, someone borrows an umbrella and puts on a raincoat. But I, the great Chu, will never take shelter from the rain. I would rather die singing in the rain than live under someone else's roof."
Cao Changqing stood with his hands behind his back. In his fingers at the scene, there was more than one chess piece, a black piece infused with the luck of Western Chu and the luck of Confucian saints.
"kill!"
"Escort, escort!"
Under the leadership of a general, the Yulin Army launched an offensive against Cao Changqing.
Cao Changqing just waved his sleeves, and all the forest guards flew out upside down as if they were hit by cannonballs, vomiting blood.
The middle-aged qigong master and the old man Pojiao shot at the same time, but how could they be the opponents of Cao Guanzi, the Confucian sage? They pushed forward with their palms, and the two of them were knocked out immediately.
"You live and die in this great state, and I am also here, always."
Cao Changqing picked up a piece, raised his arm high, and then dropped a piece under the chessboard in the void.
"Cao Changqing can't leave the palace in his whole life, so he won't leave. Today, let me, Mr. Cao, give birth to another son for you and another son for Xi Chu."
The clouds rolled and they all fell.
High in the sky in the Central Plains, hundreds of feet low.
Boom! !
A qi machine fell from the sky and hit the palace.
…
This day in the late winter of the first year of Xiangfu is destined to be recorded in history, and it will also give rise to countless myths and legends.
A man broke into Tai'an City with a sword and defeated tens of thousands of elite soldiers and martial arts masters who were defending the capital.
Another immortal from the Qintian Prison came to stop this person. The immortal voice curled up, and Changhong failed several times, but he was violently suppressed. From then on, the immortal disappeared.
Then the Qintian Prison was destroyed, and eight hundred Qi Refiners suffered heavy casualties.
Another Moyun Heavenly Sword fell from the sky, cutting a hundred-foot-long sword mark in the south of the city, which was magnificent and terrifying.
After that.
One man and one sword entered the palace, and met another land god-like figure.
These two enemies of ten thousand people were as fast as a dragon entering the sea. In the process of fighting, they plowed through most of the entire palace. Everywhere was torn to pieces, and everything they passed was like a broken bamboo. The guards responsible for guarding the Royal Forest Army suffered heavy casualties. They clearly did not participate in the battle, but the distance was too close, which would harm Chi Yu.
It is said that the immortal who guarded the palace later used special immortal techniques and invited countless masters to help him.
The result in exchange could be heard throughout the capital: "Emperor Murong Tong returned the sword to the Emperor of the Zhao family."
Afterwards, the young emperor was seriously injured and bedridden.
There are also rumors among the people that the emperor of the Zhao family was killed by Emperor Murong Tong during the "return of the sword" that day, and he died.
Others say that the emperor of the Zhao family was only injured at the time, but Cao Guanzi in green entered the palace five times and killed the young emperor.
Regardless of whether the young emperor lives or dies, the Central Plains will be in turmoil again.
And once spring comes, Beimang will go south to invade Beiliang.
Troubled times are coming.
Who can guarantee peace?
(End of chapter)
