In the winter of the fifteenth year of Xingping, the cold wind was as cold as a knife, merciless, and the snowflakes in the sky were swaying like catkins in spring. The entire Jade Capital City turned into a beautiful and quiet world.
The people on the street were wrapped in thick cotton clothes, and the shouts of hawking were still going on, making it very lively. A few children even walked out of the alley laughing and ran towards the Star Observation Tower, one of the four scenic spots in Yujing City in the distance. go.
No matter what era, the entertainment methods of poor people are single and boring.
The Pingyang Guards guarding the outside of Yujing City were still practicing as usual in the wind and snow, and their majestic and majestic voices were deafening and soared into the sky.
The three major military commanders of Yan State each had three independent armies. Among them, Wuhou Wang Shiyi was on Beihuang Road to resist Hou Jin, Pingdinghou was in the south against Zhao State, and Pingyanghou's Pingyang Guards defended Yujing City at all times. Guarding the safety of Jade City.
On the school grounds, the Pingyang Guardsmen took off their armor and were shirtless in the snow, revealing their strong muscles. They were all red-faced. Qiu Heng was wearing loose clothes and riding a tall horse as he shuttled among the square formations, with a smile on his brows. A bit solemn.
Ever since the prince began to try to take care of some government affairs, Qiu Heng has directly and clearly moved towards the prince's side. At Qiu Lun's wedding banquet, he even arranged for the prince to kill Yan Gang, the genius of the late Jin Dynasty.
After all, Qiu Heng's current identity and status are already considered to be the pillars of the country and the pillars of the court. Only by following the dragon's merit can he go further.
This move is indeed very effective. In recent years, Qiu Heng's position in the court has become more and more stable, and the Qiu family has begun to rise in Yujing City, and their status has been continuously improved. Qiu Lun's career has also been smooth and smooth.
Now that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has gone to Zhongshan to perform the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony on behalf of the Human Emperor, it seems that the matter of succession has been finalized. It is only a question of the length of time.
As long as the prince succeeds to the throne, there is no need to talk about Qiu Heng's status.
But at this moment, he still felt a little uneasy in his heart. Qiu Lun went north with 100,000 Pingyang to support Wang Shiyi. Now the war in Houjin is not optimistic. Once the war in the north is defeated, it will inevitably cause a chain reaction. Zhao Guo will definitely attack.
In this precarious time, it is most worrying.
When the time comes when the north and south are attacked, Pingyang Guard will be dispatched at any time and enter the battlefield, so he must always be prepared for the next battle.
"General, I have something to discuss with you."
At this time, a tall man wearing black armor came over.
He is Qiu Heng's lieutenant and confidant Wang Dingshan for decades.
Qiu Heng glanced at the soldiers who were training and said, "What's going on?"
Wang Dingshan said in a deep voice: "It's not convenient to talk about it here, so I would like to invite the general to come into the camp and talk about it."
"good."
Qiu Heng nodded, without thinking much, and then followed Wang Dingshan into the camp.
There is a stove burning in the tent, which is very warm, but because the tent is small and cramped, it gives people a feeling of depression.
Qiu Heng asked: "Dingshan, what exactly is going on?"
Wang Dingshan took a deep breath and said: "I wonder what the general thinks of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince performing a ceremony to worship the heaven on behalf of the human emperor?"
Qiu Heng raised his brows slightly and said, "This matter was decided by the Emperor. As ministers, we only need to fulfill our duties loyally and serve the country."
When Wang Dingshan heard this, he shook his head and said: "My subordinates think that your Majesty's move is undoubtedly confusing."
"presumptuous!"
When Qiu Heng heard this, he immediately shouted: "Wang Dingshan, for the sake of friendship between you and me, I should have never heard what you just said, and you should stop talking nonsense."
Wang Dingshan said with a serious face: "General, I am not talking nonsense. I think there is someone more suitable to be crowned Dabao than Zhao Chongyin."
"who?"
"His Royal Highness the Second Prince."
No matter how stupid Qiu Heng was at this moment, he understood immediately and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Do you know what you are talking about?"
Wang Dingshan nodded and said: "My subordinates understand very well."
As he said that, countless soldiers poured in and immediately surrounded Qiu Heng and the two bodyguards. In addition, there were two men from the world in strange clothes. You can tell by looking at the Qi that their cultivation level is not low.
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Qiu Heng said angrily: "Wang Dingshan, do you dare to rebel?"
Wang Dingshan sneered: "Rebellion? Whose rebellion?"
Qiu Heng's eyes were filled with cold light, and his palms subconsciously touched his waist.
"Ugh!" "Ugh!"
"do not move!"
At the same time, dozens of sharp weapons suddenly appeared around him, all aimed at Qiu Heng.
Qiu Heng paid no attention to the shining weapon and said casually: "It's going to rain, my mother is getting married, and Wang Dingshan you are seeking death, so don't blame me for being ungrateful."
Wang Dingshan said: "General, if you abandon the darkness and turn to the light now, I can guarantee that you will enjoy endless glory and wealth in the next few decades."
"Canglang--!"
Qiu Heng said no more, but drew the weapon in his hand.
........
Baiting Manor.
The manor's exquisite pavilions and pavilions, the quiet and beautiful pools and water corridors, are endlessly luxurious and elegant.
In the study, Zhao Mengtai sat on a chair, frowning, holding a green-ink ruler in his hand.
His youngest son, Zhao Yunfan, was clasping his hands behind his back and looking at his father with a troubled expression. He was murmuring in his heart. Could it be that his father asked him to come here today and he would have to take the exam to write poetry again?
Zhao Mengtai asked: "Tell me, how did my thrush die?"
As the second prince of the Yan Kingdom, although Zhao Mengtai has a somewhat domineering and powerful personality, and likes to take risks, he also has many advantages, such as being polite, decisive, and emphasizing love and justice. Moreover, he has no bad habits, and his only hobby is raising birds.
So overall, he is also a wise master.
Zhao Yunfan's face suddenly turned pale, "Dead...dead? Why are you dead?"
Zhao Mengtai stood up and said, "Yes, how could a good bird die?"
Zhao Yunfan kept retreating, and his lips couldn't help but tremble.
Zhao Mengtai said calmly: "Kneel down in the study for me. When will I come back? When will you get up?"
After saying that, Zhao Mengtai threw the ruler on the table and picked up the Seven Star Sword on the wall. This sword was the eighth famous sword on the list of famous swords.
When Zhao Yunfan heard this, he couldn't help but feel relieved. If he was beaten early or late, he would rather choose to play. At least he wouldn't have to be beaten now.
Maybe Zhao Mengtai would have forgotten it by then.
"Today is such a good day."
Zhao Mengtai walked out of the study, raised his head and glanced at the sky, and the expression on his face became gloomy.
This is an unusual day.
For Zhao Mengtai, it was the second most important day in his life. The first important day was the day he was born.
A hundred years is too long, just seize the day.
Zhao Mengtai's thoughts flashed past, and he immediately came to the living room.
At this moment, many people had gathered in the hall. Everyone stood up when they saw Zhao Mengtai coming in. They seemed to have been waiting for a long, long time.
Among them, in addition to celebrities from aristocratic families, there are also some officials in the court, who were important weapons of the country in the past.
A man dressed as a scholar clasped his fists and said: "Your Highness, the City Gate Division has taken control, the beacon fire has been set off in the East Camp, and Wang Dingshan has also taken action. As for the Imperial Forbidden Army..."
The entire Yujing City has four garrison forces, the City Gate Division, the East Camp, the Imperial Forbidden Army and the Xuanyi Guards. With Xu Qianyue leaving, most of the masters of the Xuanyi Guards only have two or three kittens left. Now It can no longer be regarded as a defensive force, and both Chengmen Division and Dong Daying are now under the control of Zhao Mengtai.
As long as the City Gate Secretary opens the city gate, one hundred thousand Pingyang Guards from Dongdaying can rush into Yujing City in an instant and surround the entire palace.
If this was done, even if it succeeded, Zhao Mengtai would definitely be infamy for eternity.
But at this moment, he couldn't care about that much anymore.
Zhao Mengtai smiled faintly, "Gao Sheng, the commander of the imperial army, has also secretly surrendered to me. Now only those eunuchs and eunuchs in the palace are loyal to my father. I want to see what kind of waves these eunuchs and eunuchs can create."
"Now, all of you, follow me to the east of the city and open the city gate."
This plan has been planned for a long time, and Zhao Mengtai has naturally made all preparations to launch this coup while everyone's attention is focused on Zhongshan during the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony.
Everyone present looked at each other with a glint of light.
As long as Zhao Mengtai ascends to Dabao, they will all have the merit of following the dragon and enjoy endless glory and wealth in the rest of their lives.
Zhao Mengtai walked out of the lobby, and everyone around him got up and followed behind.
At this moment, two figures hurriedly walked over.
One of them is the housekeeper of Zhao Mengtai, and the other is Mo Yan of Tianji Pavilion.
In the past, in order to avoid suspicion, Zhao Mengtai would let Mo Yan hide his body to avoid being discovered by interested parties. After all, Tianji Pavilion once colluded with the Demon Cult to assassinate the prince, but now it is completely unnecessary.
The steward leaned over and said: "Your Highness, Eunuch Zhong is here and has brought your Majesty's oral instructions, saying that your Majesty wants to summon you."
"Father wants to see me!?"
Zhao Mengtai's heart trembled, but there was a sneer on his face.
He and the Human Emperor have not seen each other for a long time, and it is a bit strange to suddenly want to see him now.
The steward said: "Yes."
Zhao Mengtai thought for a moment and said: "Then I will go to the palace first. Mo Yan, you go to the east of the city. As soon as the army enters Yujing City, I will immediately surround the imperial city."
A counselor's expression changed and he quickly advised: "Your Highness, be careful!"
Zhao Mengtai smiled faintly and said confidently: "Don't worry, Gao Sheng has surrendered to me, and I have controlled most of the Forbidden Palace. Don't scare them now. I will drag them with them first, and then I will enter the palace when the army completely enters Yujing City. "
The world only knows that the Taiping Emperor was a martial arts emperor, but many people have forgotten that Zhao Mengtai is the person most like Zhao Zhiwu, not only in his acting style, but also in his martial arts talents.
As long as Gao Sheng and the imperial army are in his hands, he can retreat unscathed from his father.
Zhao Mengtai is used to being bold, but when facing this matter, he has to be cautious. After all, if he fails, he will die without a burial place.
Mo Yan had followed Zhao Mengtai for a long time and naturally knew his character. He immediately clasped his fists and said: "I will go to the east of the city now and I will definitely complete His Highness's instructions."
"good."
Zhao Mengtai nodded, then took a deep breath, and followed the sword-wielding father-in-law Zhong Binru towards the imperial city.
Zhong Binru was the same as before, his expression was very cold, and he did not look good because of Zhao Mengtai. Maybe he was not aware of the changes in Yujing City, or maybe he was indifferent to it in his heart.
Not long after, the two arrived at the entrance of the palace.
Zhao Chongyin felt slightly relieved when he saw Gao Sheng standing at the door.
If he hadn't seen Gao Sheng, he might have waited for the army to enter the city, but now that he saw Gao Sheng, he was completely convinced.
"Your Highness."
Gao Sheng came to Zhao Mengtai, hugged his fists and said.
Zhao Mengtai held Gao Sheng's arm, and the two of them looked at each other, but neither said a word.
"please!"
Zhong Binru said coldly.
Zhao Mengtai chuckled lightly and said, "Wait a little longer."
Zhong Binru frowned, but said nothing. He just waited quietly with Zhao Mengtai.
Suddenly, a noisy sound came from far away, and then the sound became louder and louder.
coming!
Zhao Mengtai's heart moved and he let out a long breath.
A hundred thousand troops besieging the palace and a large imperial army were one of the capitals for his coup today.
Zhong Binru always had a cold expression and did not even ask a word. If he were an ordinary person, Zhao Mengtai would definitely feel a little uneasy, but Zhong Binru is such a person.
chaos!
The entire Yujing City is in chaos!
When a hundred thousand troops entered Yujing City, it immediately caused a huge shock. All the people looked at the dark army coming in in astonishment and did not even dare to whisper.
Wherever the army passed, there was a sound like thunder, and all the official families and the mansions of the ancient wealthy were locked up, although many people did not know what was going on.
In Lu Menzhong, Lu Guoyong also heard the noise outside.
Lu Jingchun, who was 'immersed in studying', was shocked and said: "Grandpa, something big happened outside."
Lu Guoyong knew in his heart that this was Zhao Mengtai's action.
The second prince had made an innuendo on him before taking action, and Lu Guoyong has not mentioned this matter to anyone so far.
This scene also happened forty-two years ago.
The difference is that the protagonist at that time was Zhao Zhiwu, Zhao Mengtai's father.
Tan Yun also asked curiously: "Grandpa, what's wrong?"
Lu Guoyong touched Tan Yun's head: "It's okay, it's just some wind and snow."
Tan Yun looked at the dancing snowflakes outside the window and whispered: "The snow is heavier this year than before. I wonder what my uncle is doing now?"
.........
The entrance to the palace.
Zhao Mengtai smiled and said: "Eunuch Zhong, let's go."
Zhong Binru did not speak, but walked towards the imperial study room in the palace.
The palace compound is resplendent with carved beams and painted pillars, and the strange beasts on the eaves, with golden scales and golden armor, are vividly alive, as if they want to fly into the sky.
Not long after, the two of them arrived at the Jinluan Palace.
It was already past the morning time, and the Jinluan Hall seemed empty and lonely. At this time, there was a figure sitting on the main hall. The man was wearing a dragon robe, and his eyes were plain but with an aura of intimidation. It was the Great Hall. Zhao Zhiwu, the emperor of Yan.
Zhao Mengtai frowned slightly and stood at the door of Jinluan Palace.
A powerful voice resounded and spread outside the hall, "Mengtai, why don't you come in?"
Zhao Mengtai cupped his fists and said, "I don't dare, kid."
No one knows his son better than his father, and he knows his father better than his son. Zhao Zhiwu is a master of the five qi. Even though he broke through the shackles and suffered trauma, he is still a master of the five qi.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Seeing Zhao Mengtai say this, Zhao Zhiwu burst into laughter.
Zhao Mengtai's brows furrowed even more tightly.
Zhao Zhiwu asked: "Do you know what you are doing?"
Zhao Mengtai said: "I know."
It seems that his father already knows. After all, Yujing City is in chaos now, so there is no reason for him not to know.
Zhao Zhiwu continued to ask: "Where did you get the courage?"
Zhao Mengtai said: "Since ancient times, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. This is the unchanging truth. My father told me personally."
Zhao Zhiwu's pupils shrank slightly, "Achievement is a king, failure is a bandit."
Zhao Mengtai said: "That's right."
Zhao Zhiwu was silent for a long time and said: "If you want to become a king and step onto this throne full of thorns, do you know what you will have to pay?"
Zhao Mengtai smiled and said: "Father, why don't you ask me what I can get?"
Zhao Zhiwu stood up and looked directly at Zhao Mengtai, "What you get is endless loneliness."
At this time, a father and a son, a monarch and a minister, one stood high up and looked down, and the other stood below and looked up.
Zhao Mengtai narrowed his eyes, "I don't understand, but I just want to sit on that high throne like my father, and be above tens of thousands of people, and no longer be below anyone."
Power makes people sink, and the power of an emperor is the pinnacle of power. Even family ties of flesh and blood are sometimes vulnerable here.
Those who rely on power will be miserable forever.
Zhao Zhiwu looked at his favorite heir, the heir who was most like him. Although he had expected this day, his heart was still a little more complicated at this moment.
Zhao Mengtai took a deep breath and said: "Father, please surrender to me and be the supreme emperor with peace of mind."
Zhao Zhiwu looked at Zhao Mengtai and slowly said: "In the 21st year of Li Ping, you and Qi Yuan founded Tianji Pavilion, and then recruited the top swordsman in the world, Patriarch Tianpeng, the following year."
Zhao Mengtai's eyes suddenly opened.
Zhao Zhiwu continued: "In the twenty-fifth year of Li Ping, you met the Sword Demon on Nanping Road. In fact, you didn't know that he was a master of the Daxue Mountain in Houjin. The moment he appeared, a conspiracy started."
"In the second year of Xingping, Yue Tingchen, who served as the minister of the Ministry of Industry, submitted a letter of nomination to you."
"In the seventh year of Xingping, you secretly promoted Yue Tingchen to be the minister of the Ministry of Industry, and he was responsible for the construction of Suolongjing."
"In the tenth year of Xingping, the master of Fengyulou Ri Pavilion will contact you."
"In the fourteenth year of Xingping, you colluded with the demon sect at Sixiangmen and wanted to kill Zhongyin, and then sent the sword demon to kill Zong Zhengyuan and King Mujin."
"The fifteenth year of Xingping..."
Zhao Mengtai looked at the emperor above with a shocked expression, his mind went blank, and he subconsciously retreated backwards without even hearing the words behind him.
His father knew everything, and he knew it very clearly, word for word, and he even remembered the time better than he did.
"Gao Sheng! Gao Sheng!"
Zhao Mengtai shouted loudly.
"Boom!"
At this moment, two bloody heads were thrown over from a distance.
I saw a man walking into the Jinluan Hall, and knelt down directly to the Taiping Emperor above, "Your Majesty, Gao Sheng and his son attempted to rebel, and they have been executed!"
Zhao Mengtai looked at the two familiar and ferocious heads and was slightly startled.
One of them was Gao Sheng, who had greeted him just now.
Zhao Mengtai tried hard to keep calm in his heart and said: "In other words, there is Zhongshan in Dongdaying..."
Zhao Zhiwu knew everything about him, so today's plan was naturally under his control. Now it seems that it has become a joke.
Zhao Zhiwu said quietly: "Actually, I just want to see if you will really step into the palace. I will regret it at the last moment."
"Regret, I, Zhao Mengtai, never regret."
Zhao Mengtai's pupils widened, and a trace of blood appeared in his eyes, "Even if it happens again a thousand or ten thousand times, I will still do this."
Zhao Zhiwu placed his palm on the dragon chair, caressed it gently, looked at the unrepentant Zhao Mengtai, and said: "A thousand times, ten thousand times, your ending will always be the same, because you are Zhao Mengtai and I am Zhao Zhiwu .”
Zhao Mengtai raised his head and looked directly at Zhao Zhiwudao: "I was forced to do this."
Zhao Zhiwu said: "You shouldn't have such big ambitions."
Zhao Mengtai roared: "Why? Zhao Chongyin can become the prince, but I can't, let alone the one he is..."
Before he could finish his words, a huge pressure came over him, like a mountain, causing him to swallow his next words completely.
The ground beneath Zhao Mengtai's feet was cracking. If he hadn't reached the master level in cultivation, he might have fallen to the ground at this moment.
There was silence in Jinluan Hall, except for the sound of Zhao Mengtai breathing.
After a long time, Zhao Mengtai said: "I am very curious about why my father knows so clearly? I want to know where I lost?"
Zhao Zhiwu said calmly: "You have my hidden child beside you."
Dark child!?
Zhao Mengtai couldn't help but sneered, "My father actually arranged a secret for his own son."
Zhao Zhiwu said coldly: "You only have the country of Yan in your eyes, but the world is in my heart. A small secret is nothing. I will tell you now. There are four secrets in this world. It can play a vital role at a critical moment, and your secret is just a secret that I planted by your side to uncover the restless factors in the Yan Kingdom. Do you really think it was arranged for you?"
Zhao Mengtai looked at his father, the Emperor of the Yan Dynasty. Although he had long known in his heart that his father had deep thoughts and unfathomable thoughts, but at this moment when he heard him say these words himself, he still felt a chill in his heart.
At this moment, footsteps were heard, and then a head was thrown over and rolled in front of Zhao Mengtai.
It was Mo Yan's head.
Seeing this, Zhao Mengtai's heart was completely cold.
All the calculations seem to be nothing more than a joke today.
"Hahahahaha!"
Suddenly, Zhao Mengtai burst into laughter.
Laughter echoed in the Jinluan Hall.
Zhao Zhiwu just looked at it without saying a word.
...........
Above Zhongshan Mountain, the wind was fierce.
The Sword God holds the Phoenix Sword, and an indescribable force of coercion emanates from his body, making it difficult to breathe.
Under such pressure, even with the strength of Jia Shiwu and Zuo Biwen, it was almost as if they were carrying a mountain, extremely uncomfortable.
This is the pressure of the Holy Sword plus the Four Qi Masters.
An Jing frowned and thought to himself: If this sword god reaches the level of Five Qi Grandmaster, he will probably not be inferior even against Jun Qinglin.
The next moment, the sword god raised the phoenix sword in his hand.
Whoa whoosh whoosh!
Countless sword lights suddenly appeared from the sword blade, and the sword lights of each sword were extremely domineering and powerful.
Then these sword lights rushed toward An Jing crazily. If he was hit, the situation would be riddled with holes.
An Jing swept away with his sword, and a sword beam like a full moon met the countless sword lights.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
When the sword lights collided, a sharp explosion sounded. After each collision, there were ripples of true energy, which made many people present tremble in their hearts.
The sword god put his two fingers together, and the countless sword lights suddenly merged and turned into a more powerful sword light.
laugh!
The powerful sword light penetrated and directly hit the Suppressing Evil Sword.
clang!
The two collided together, and their true energy vibrated.
An Jing's arm shook, and a powerful force continued to come from the sword body, and then passed into his internal organs. However, An Jing's body was also extremely strong and directly resisted the aftershocks.
The sword god stepped forward, and then struck down with his sword like a mountain.
The true energy in Anjing's body was also like a river, surging through the meridians and finally flowing into the Suppressing Evil Sword.
Boom, boom, boom!
The two figures kept intertwining, and when the swords collided, a terrifying shock wave erupted, and destructive ripples spread out.
All the masters retreated again and again, and had already retreated to the edge. They looked at the two figures entangled and fighting fiercely, with a look of horror on their faces.
Only then did everyone understand how powerful the sword god was when he exerted all his strength.
At this time, An Jing was looking at the Sword God in the distance with slightly focused eyes. The faint sense of oppression was enough to show that the Sword God was the strongest master he had ever encountered.
At the beginning, Qi Xuandao's main opponent was not An Jing but Jun Qinglin, so there was not much sense of oppression.
Now he alone bears all the pressure of the Sword God.
The sword god set off several feet of waves behind him, and then his eyes sharpened suddenly, and the phoenix sword in his hand released golden light, illuminating it like a god on earth.
As the sword god struck out with his sword, a bright golden light suddenly appeared, unmatched in dominance.
An Jing used all his methods at once. When Fan Xin saw me, his energy and blood reached its peak, and the Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand was pushed to its limit.
The sound of sword chanting resounded throughout the world.
The surrounding Qi was rioting, and the terrifying momentum was threatening for miles around.
An Jing stretched out his palm, and the Suppressing Evil Sword spit out a sword light that tore the sky.
Boom! Boom!
Zhongshan trembled! It shook violently
Boom!
It was as if the whole world was shaken, and the terrible impact dispersed all the surrounding Qi.
The Sword God stretched out his hands, and the surrounding Qi seemed to be attracted by some inexplicable attraction, and it rushed towards the Sword God crazily.
An Jing observed the sword god's starting position and felt a chill in his heart.
The sword god slashed towards An Jing in front of him, and the sword energy immediately set off a huge wave, and the sword light, which was as sharp as a horse, came down with a devastating sound.
The sword light carried a golden light, and its power shocked people's hearts.
When ordinary masters saw the power of the punch coming, they were so intimidated that they couldn't even resist at all.
The evil-suppressing sword in An Jing's hand was flowing with shining light. In an instant, the evil-suppressing sword in his hand seemed to turn into a huge sword.
Guiyi Sword Technique! Sword Flying Immortal!
An Jing slashed away with his sword, and the overwhelming energy seemed to turn into a sea of fire, roaring towards him.
Under the gazes of all the masters in the world, the giant sword and the shining golden sword light collided fiercely, forming a fierce confrontation.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The surrounding zhenqi was boiling continuously, as if it was going to melt the golden sword light.
Everyone looked at the two people confronting each other, holding their breath and concentrating, not daring to breathe out, and not daring to blink, for fear of accidentally missing something.
When the sword god saw the confrontation ahead, he used his left hand's zhenqi to vigorously pour it into the Phoenix Sword.
The golden sword light that received the blessing of true energy suddenly became brighter, directly shaking the giant sword in front of it. Then the golden sword light also dispersed, but the remaining force rushed towards An Jing fiercely.
Boom! Boom!
An Jing was continuously hit by the remaining force and stepped back.
"Try this trick again!"
Chonglou Sword Technique! The sixteenth floor!
The Phoenix Sword in the hand of the Sword God burst out with extreme light, and a destructive force spread out.
An Jing patted the Evil Suppressing Sword again, and then the Evil Suppressing Sword transformed into six domineering and lonely giant swords, falling from the sky downwards.
Evil Suppressing Sword Formation!
The six giant swords fall down from six directions in a regular manner, and they contain many mysterious sword techniques such as sword control, hundred-step flying sword and so on.
At the same time, a mysterious sky full of stars seemed to emerge behind An Jing.
Immortal sword!
The Immortal Path is vast and immeasurable.
Bang bang bang bang!
The six sword lights met the sword god's sword light. With its extremely sharp aura, they directly penetrated the sword god's sword light and stabbed towards the latter's throat.
Zhao Chongyin and others in the distance couldn't help but change their expressions at this moment. This scene was obviously beyond their expectation. The sword light of the Sword God was actually torn apart by An Jing's sword array?!
call out!
As they changed color, sharp golden light penetrated the air at an incredibly fast speed.
clang!
However, just when the sword light was about to reach the sword god's throat, the phoenix sword blocked the sword god.
The sword god's face was expressionless, and the sharp sword light in front of him shattered.
hiss!
Many experts who were watching from a distance took a breath of cold air at this moment, and their eyes were full of solemnity when they looked at An Jing.
In the previous fights between the two, they used all their strength and their attacks were extremely fierce, enough to make all the masters feel a fatal threat.
However, no one expected that in the face of the Sword God's domineering offensive, An Jing's counterattack was extremely fierce, and he even almost killed the Sword God directly.
Everyone lamented that today's battle between dragons and tigers has really become more and more intense.
While everyone was sighing, the Sword God's expression turned cold, and a golden ring exuding ancient aura slowly appeared behind him.
And when everyone saw the mysterious and ancient rings appearing, they all took a sharp breath of air in their hearts.
Because they knew that the appearance of the rings gave people a deeper pressure.
This circle is the holy way.
The sword god's eyes were cold, and a golden ring slowly appeared. The golden ring exuded an ancient and mysterious wave.
At this time, the sword god, set off by the golden ring behind him, looked like a real sword god, majestic and inviolable.
An indescribable sense of oppression spread.
In the distance, Jia Shiwu, Zuo Biwen and others looked at this scene, but their expressions changed, and there was a deep look of fear in their eyes.
"This is the Sword God's holy sword!?" When the sword demon saw this, there was indescribable fear on his old face.
If he had really fought against this sword god, he might really have been defeated by this holy sword.
The moment the Sword Shen Dao Sword was exerted with all its strength, even the stars in the sky behind An Jing gave way.
But if you look carefully, the Immortal Path still has some advantages over the Holy Path.
Although An Jingshu did not lag behind, and even had a slight advantage, his Tao was completely at a disadvantage.
The gap is difficult to make up.
Among the many fearful eyes, the sword god looked at An Jing with majestic eyes.
"Holy Sword! Master Sanction!"
Chonglou Sword Technique! The seventeenth floor!
The sword god's voice was like ten thousand years of black ice, and the biting cold color made one's heart palpitate. The phoenix sword in his hand was slashing forward, and he looked indifferently and pressed forward.
The sword light directly crushed him, appeared in front of An Jing, and then came down with a destructive force, as if it was going to crush everything in front of him into powder.
Its mighty sword light carries extremely shocking power.
An Jing controlled the six sword lights of the evil-suppressing sword and went forward.
Anjing was surrounded by swords that were constantly flashing with light, which was terrifying and shocking.
Bang bang bang bang!
The sword light collided, and a wave of true energy suddenly erupted from its center.
But this time, An Jing's sword array did not penetrate the golden sword light, but was severely shattered by the golden sword light. The golden sword light did not slow down due to the obstruction of the sword light, and continued to crush An Jing.
Come under pressure.
A cold light flashed in An Jing's eyes, and a sword pointed towards the oncoming energy.
Boom! Boom!
Like the sound of a morning bell, the moment the finger light and sword light collided, An Jing's body fell heavily to the ground like a kite with its string broken.
boom!
I saw a huge hole being smashed into the ground, and then countless amounts of smoke and dust drifted out from it.
Wow!
Seeing An Jing fall to the ground, there was an uproar.
"The Sword God defeated the Ghost Swordsman?"
"Is the title of the best swordsman in the world going to fall into the hands of the Sword God?"
........
All the masters present were shocked by the strength of the Sword God.
Zhao Chongyin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.
Everything today seems to be without any surprises. Not only will the Ghost Swordsman be defeated today, but he will also die. When the time comes, it will not be him that the Demon Sect will be jealous of, but the Yuheng Sword Sect.
Zuo Biwen shook his head and sighed: "The Sword God wants to leave his name in history today."
Today's swordsmen's battles are already rare in this world. They were rare in the past three hundred years and will be rare in the next three hundred years.
Jia Shiwu also said quietly: "It seems that the winner has been decided."
Everyone thought that the Ghost Swordsman had been defeated.
After all, his sword formation has been broken and all his trump cards have been revealed. How can there be any other means to deal with the Sword God?
And just when An Jing's body fell heavily to the ground, his internal organs were all aching, and at this moment of severe pain, it stimulated his nerves, making him extremely calm, but in his mind was a blissful soul.
In an instant, he connected all the insights from this visit together.
"Every principle that cultivates one's mind and one's nature, has no way of being understood by gods and transformed into it, a mechanism for heaven and man to respond, and a way to deal with sudden situations of survival and death, it is imperative that they be written down."
Whether it is the essence of the volcano, the wind of the past, or the heavy snow in the sky, every plant and tree...everything in the world has a new connection.
Boom! Boom!
Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, and strong winds were seen sweeping across the earth. The wind, snow and dead trees on the ground were swaying wildly. The strong wind seemed to tear apart the entire land.
At the same time, a momentum suddenly surged up, like a mountain covering it.
"This is!?"
Sword God Liu Moyuan was horrified when he saw this.
Not only Liu Moyuan, but everyone's face was filled with shock and their eyes were staring straight ahead.
"Heavenly Sensation!"
Mr. Su was also shocked and couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.
Zhao Chongyin's expression also changed drastically. He had personally seen Li Fuzhou use the Celestial Sensation, so he knew even more how terrifying this Celestial Sensation was.
Since ancient times, masters have been loyal to the Tao and are proficient in the Tao. They have spent their entire lives cultivating one Tao, so how can they practice both Tao?
At this moment, An Jing was standing on the ground. There was a strong wind, and the hem of his clothes was flying in the wind. There was lightning and thunder above, and the heaven and earth merged. He stood in the middle of this world and got a subtle feeling.
Although it was just a subtle feeling, it also greatly increased his strength.
Boom!
A muffled thunder resounded, illuminating the sky and the earth, and also illuminated An Jing's face.
Whoa whoosh whoosh!
An Jing slapped the evil-suppressing sword in his hand, and the six sword lights began to circulate again.
"Today, those who have entered heaven will ask the Sword God to test their swords!"
After saying that, An Jing's true energy surged away, and the six huge sword lights stood up again. At this moment, the Immortal Sword was blessed by the power of heaven and earth, and fell with panic and unstoppable power.
The pressure of the Holy Sword was like a mountain coming over, and the pressure of the Immortal Sword at this moment was like stars filling the sky.
unstoppable!
Can't be stopped!
The moment that powerful pressure fell, the air seemed to freeze.
Everyone felt as if earth-shaking changes had taken place before their eyes, as if the whole world was captivated by it.
Everyone was in a daze, as if they had lost their will, and raised their heads numbly.
"I will fulfill your wish today."
The Sword God bit his teeth, and the essence and blood in his body began to burn. The violent infuriating energy around him surged toward him crazily, and then the infuriating energy seemed to be rendered into broken gold by some kind of momentum.
Chonglou Sword Technique! The 18th floor!
boom!
With a strike of the sword, what he saw turned into a vast ocean in front of him. The broken golden waves rolled and rushed towards Anjing. Wherever they passed, the ground was shattered.
Rao is a master, but when he sees this scene, he feels a chill in his heart and his scalp is numb.
The terrifying zhenqi surged crazily around, and then everything boiled.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Centered on the battle, a sound that destroyed the heaven and earth erupted.
The plain voice is like muffled thunder, exploding in everyone's heart.
It was the first time for the masters and masters present to see such a shocking scene, and they all had expressions of astonishment on their faces.
The terrifying sound of explosions continued to spread, and the sword light of the Sword God was also blown away.
The Sword God and An Jing were also drowned in the wave of sword energy.
Everyone was watching, their hearts almost jumping out of their throats. I don't know how long it had passed, but the smoke gradually dissipated, and a figure slowly emerged.
who is it!?
Who is that person standing!?
Everyone is curious.
Who won this battle?
Who is the best swordsman in the world?
Zhao Chongyin, Mr. Su, Jia Shiwu, and Zuo Biwen were all holding their breath and concentrating without even blinking, as if they were afraid of missing something.
call.......
As the strong wind blew away the smoke and dust, everyone stared with wide eyes. Then everyone saw a scene that they would never forget.
An Jing was seen standing in the center of the altar, his body like a sharp sword thrust into Zhongshan. Gujing Bubo's eyes looked at the sword god lying on the ground in front of him.
The world, at this moment, became completely quiet.