The Sword Dynasty

Jianguang pierced the young man’s chest, and the terrifying power on the sword immediately began to destroy the young man’s flesh and meridians, even because the sword’s body speed was too fast. When he penetrated the young man’s chest, he was already in the young man’s chest The body penetrated a front and back wound.

However, the teenager did not die.

His movements did not even change.

In the perception of Zhongshuhou, the teenager's flesh and blood were also filled with countless tombstones.

Then the boy's hand fell.

A large black tombstone appeared in the boy's hand.

The tombstone hit the head of Zhongshuhou with a head, and even hit the dwarf with the sword approaching the extreme behind him.

There was a loud bang.

Zhongshuhou and the gnome seemed to be photographed head-on by a Montenegro.

The ground beneath the two completely burst, sag down into several feet, and then exploded like a wave of waves in the next moment.

Blood from the mouth of Zhongshuhou and Dwarf spouted wildly, and his body was half buried in the ground, plowing back like a plow.

The gnome was after the skill, but his practice was much worse than that of the skill, so when his body plowed back, he was already dead.His body could not bear more power, and in the next moment, it exploded from the inside out and turned into a broken blood mist.

All the practitioners who could see the scene in this imperial garden were shocked to the extreme. Even Emperor Yan could not hide the shock in his eyes.

No one knows the origin of this dwarf. At this moment, even everyone didn't even see his face. However, everyone knew that he was a terrible swordsman and a grand master of seven realms.

This grand master who didn't even realize how he arrived was even killed by the young man with a blow.

The most frightening thing is that the young man’s chest wound at the time is still...the sword of this grand master is enough to kill any powerful practitioner, even Yuan Wu can’t bear such a sword. And survive.

However, this young man was still standing well at this time.

Zhongshuhou's body retreated several feet, passed through the blood mist melted by this dwarf's body, and then stopped.

There was a continuous explosion in his body, a stream of air pierced his body like a sword,

"What kind of exercise is this?"

He knew that he was about to die, and strongly refused to let him raise his head hard, looked at the wound on the teenager’s chest, and said, "How could you not die?"

The black-haired boy looked at the dying owl, shook his head, and said, "No one can die, but there are some exercises that are made to die."

"Life to death?"

Zhongshuhou looked at the young man. His body shook and seemed to figure out the meaning of this sentence, but in the next moment, he dropped his head and died.

Emperor Yan also understood the meaning of this sentence.

He looked at the young man from Montenegro with a stern expression, thinking about everything the other party had abandoned, and unconsciously gave birth to great awe.

Then he raised his head and looked at a palace in the palace.

That palace is where the rebel army is located.

The martial arts prince is dead and the rebels have no leaders, but this does not mean that there are no new principals in the rebels.

In front of the palace, stood three black iron towers almost the same height as the palace.

The three tower-shaped runes are engraved with simple runes on the surface, and each of them has dozens of lotus-like seats.

Above these seats, there are practitioners from six realms sitting at the moment.

The real elements in their bodies continued to flow into this instrument.

The continuous roar in the huge tower was like a magma impact, the spire gradually shining, there seems to be something terrible, about to gush out from the spire.

In front of these three towers, stood several practitioners, the first to wear bronze armor, and his extremely cold face now contains countless complex emotions.

He was the marshal of the Great Yan Dynasty.

Many powerful practitioners at the border pass can quietly appear here to carry out such a rebellion, because he has assisted in the surgery.

At this moment, the warlord died, and he naturally became the new leader of the rebels.

Yu Qi is one of Yan Di’s most important generals. He commanded three of Dayan’s seven frontiers, and no one knew why he betrayed Yan Di.

However, at this time, with the inspiration of these three towers, everyone knew he could not stop.

Everyone knows that he would rather die in the final battle, but also try to kill Emperor Yan before the peripheral troops rush to support.

At this moment, he looked up hooran.

The sky turned black.

This is a terrible rune, not only distorting the sunlight above the Yan Palace at this time, but also the heaven and earth vitality gathered by the three powerful runes.

A severe chill came out of the heart of the period.

He felt the murderous intention came after himself.

At the moment he turned around, he only heard a few screams from his men.

A few black shirt men appeared among the Yanjun border generals after the three charms.

The man walked gently among the few practitioners with an indescribable extravagance.

Behind him, the practitioners curled up like crumpled paper balls, making a horrible crackling of bones and falling to death.

Yu Qi, like Zhongshuhou, is not an ordinary practitioner, so at this moment, he understood that this man in black shirt came from Changling.

Perceiving that that came from heaven, but covered everything again, it seemed like the darkest of the darkest night, he also understood why the Montenegro could quietly come to this palace.

Changling's old powerful, Qi Dynasty, Montenegro...

A lot of messy clips flashed in Yu Qi's mind, but one of his thoughts became very clear. He looked at the man in black shirt and smiled bitterly, "It turns out that Yan Qi has stood side by side long ago."

The man in black shirt is not as tall as him, but looking at him at the moment, it is naturally with a sense of dominance. He responded lightly to the expectation, "If it were not for Yuan Wu to reach the Eight Realms, Yuan Lu would have been in the Lushan Association. Dead, Zheng Xiu...maybe also dead."

Yu Qi was silent for a moment, then looked at the man in black shirt and said, "I don't think you are as big as you."

"For personal grievances, that's also good, but I didn't think big enough, and I didn't look far enough, so you won't succeed." The man in black shirt looked at him and said seriously.

Yu Qi was silent for a moment, and said, "What you said makes sense."

"I don't want to kill you."

The man in black shirt looked at him and said slowly: "Since you are no longer able to succeed, you don't need unnecessary sacrifices. Even if you want to die, you don't need to bring many people, including the entire Dayan Dynasty, to die with you."

After thinking about it for a while, he hadn’t said anything yet. The man in black shirt continued: "No matter what kind of grievances you have with Emperor Yan, but your grievances are only a part of Zheng Xiu’s entire plan. Since it must have failed, You don't need to drag a lot of people who are loyal to you, including many of their family members, brothers, and die with you. I can let you live, you don't live for yourself, but for these people, for the Dayan Dynasty. "

Yu Qi smiled bitterly, and then said seriously, "What you said makes sense, I can't refuse."

After saying this, he issued several military orders.

The man in the black shirt bowed and thanked him, and then gave way to the commander of the frontier to leave with some of his loyal men.

The darkness of the sky is still there.

The dark meaning in the Royal Garden is still there.

One day at a time, the reflections were chilling.

A man in a yellow shirt was standing in the streets of Yandu with an umbrella. He looked at the dark meaning in the palace and his hands trembling slightly.

A yellow leaf fell from the locust tree behind him, and was shaken into powder by the trembling qi on his body.

...

In the palace of Changling, yellow leaves fall like rain.

A man in a yellow robe walked across the stone path, and extremely politely handed over a document to the empress of the empress Zheng Xiu's study.

In Changling, Huangpao does not mean the royal family, but means the family of the queen, which means Jiaodong County.

The queen had read the document handed in by the court lady, and she had a different emotion on her perfect and cold face.

This emotion seems to be emotion, it seems to be angry.

Or just a moment of distraction, memories.

Only she herself knows what it is.

Since Yuanwu ascended the throne and Bashan Jianchang was destroyed in her hands, she gradually felt that everything was under her control. Even if there was no one, everything would be as her wish.

She seems to be like a god who has truly gotten her destiny, omnipotent.

However, since the beginning of Minshan Jianhui, she seems to have been defeated.

The more she lost, the shadow that the person left in her heart became thicker and thicker, and it spread more and more, seeming to occupy her entire body.

She threw the paper into the brazier in front of her, then slowly stood up, walked out of the study, toward the back of the study, and deeper into the palace.

Deeper inside the palace, there is a special torture chamber.