Chapter 280 The Emperor's Way and the Emperor's Wind Monthly Pass)
With a thought, he summoned the Yuan Yijian and suspended it steadily in front of him.
Zong Shou once again began to recall the secret books that recorded the emperor's martial arts that he had read in his previous life.
The four-movement fist style that was suspected to be created by Zong Weiran was actually not complete, and its power was not too strong. The last time it was just because it was multiplied with the Wudingling Emperor Jue lineage, it could be used immediately. So this was used.
The boxing technique was temporarily changed to sword technique.
In fact, there were many flaws. Xue Moyan and Wuye were killed by him because they were not at their peak level. Even if they saw the flaws, they could not take advantage of them.
As for Zong Zheng, it was because he was caught off guard. If there were to be a fight again, this person would see through his lies and at least be able to escape unscathed.
Even if he uses royal martial arts and can completely defeat Zong Zheng in terms of strength, the same is true.
"This is it, Di Feng——"
Paragraphs of text flowed in Yue Yu's mind. The selected book of Imperial Dao Kung Fu contained only two short words - Imperial Style!
There are not many royal secret martial arts in the Cloud Realm. There are more than a dozen dynasties in the Central Continent, plus the five continents and twelve islands. There are only a hundred kingdoms that are qualified to use royal martial arts. The number that has been completely preserved is even smaller.
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But coupled with the ones that spread from other realms, the amount is huge.
The book Zong Shou chose is not very powerful, and the speed of practice is also average. The only advantage is that it is neutral and peaceful, and has the least impact on the true energy and soul.
After making the decision, Zong Shou did not hesitate and used the power of the piano sound to enter that mysterious and mysterious state again.
The thoughts in his mind were running at nearly ten times the usual speed. And the Yuan Yijian in front of him was also changing little by little.
Using a sword to replace one's body and practice the imperial martial arts. This skill needs to be re-considered in many aspects.
However, at this moment, Zong Shou does not seek perfection and no hidden dangers or defects. As long as it is within a certain number, it can be effective.
This entire set of "Imperial Style" is divided into thirteen levels. It should be the royal martial arts of a large empire in other worlds. Only the first to ninth levels can correspond to the ninth level below the immortal way.
Zong Shou himself has a foundation for the Kou Yuan Yi Sword, which is equivalent to the Yeyou realm. The first level and the second level are completed almost instantly.
It was not until the fourth and fifth levels that some obstacles appeared. An hour later, it was still completed.
At this moment, there seemed to be a word condensed on the sword body. Looking closely, it was clear that there was a vague word "王".
As soon as this word came together, there was a huge pressure that enveloped the martial arts training room and spread hundreds of feet in radius.
It was out of control at first, like a tyrannosaurus running fast, crushing everywhere. The stone ground was crushed into pieces piece by piece. Even the roof beams were smashed into pieces, and countless dust fell from the roof.
When they reached the sixth floor, Zong Shou decisively stopped.
This imperial martial arts is different from ordinary martial arts. The practice does not depend on aptitude, but depends on the national situation.
If the practitioner can master the martial arts, and the country is strong and powerful, then it is possible to reach the peak of the thirteenth level within two to three months.
A teenage boy who succeeds to the throne can instantly become an emperor who is qualified to kill peak martial arts cultivators. In some big countries, children as young as three or five years old can also master astonishing power under the influence of their bloodline after inheriting the throne.
There is no need to practice at all.
And with the kingly energy gathered in Qiantian Mountain City, Zong Shou is confident that he can directly step into the seventh level within one month. Even if he has a few months, it is not an extravagant hope to break into the eighth level! In other words, if he needs to
In one month, he will be able to compete with the seventh-level Sun-Wandering Spirit Master and Heavenly Martial Sect.
Of course, you can only make power in the three -pointer of Qiantian Mountain City. The potential of a country. The king of the king is only in the capital, or some dense places in the territory. thin.
Therefore, in this city, the capital of a country is the place where the "dragon veins" cluster. Whenever the emperor never leaves the country, and never goes abroad. Once you leave, no matter how big the ability is, it must be restricted, or even the dragon or even the dragon. Dilematic.
The seventh floor of this "Emperor's Wind", Zong Shou is confident, and can avoid this disaster. But now it is not urgent. You only need to do it in that heavenly Wu Zong, or even the strong man Wu Zun. Then, then
At this moment, the priority is to build a consolidated dam to block the erosion of this king.
The eyebrows were locked, Zong Shouning thought for a moment, and in the sword body of the Yuan Yijian, began to build a rune again.
The first is Ting, and I will rely on the power of the Thunder to block. The second is the incomplete 'net'. When a few real souls are banned, they have just been printed on it.
Zong Shou felt a strong and horizontal force, and he crushed it instantly. It was the state of the country and the king! Orientation, it was unqualified at all to restrain it!
"It seems that a few decree yesterday made the king of the sword boil. No growth was seen, but it was even more condensed. Is this a cocoon self -binding? It is annoying, this Mingjun can't be a good man-"
He opened his eyes with frowning, and Zong looked at it for four weeks, and saw that it was late at night. Then he had a "咦", looking at the mouth in front of him, the image has changed the sword with a fierce change.
It's just that the inside of the inside, in a sudden, began to shrink and dormant, and it was silent. The pressure that was gathered in this hall was suddenly dissipated, making Zong Shou an unexpected.
Another name of Wang Dao's qi is Longqi. Longwei strict and arrogant, representing the emperor. It can converge its claws and respect it, either the state of the country decline, or the strong person who has been recognized by heaven and earth is coming, at least far from far away. Lingwu Zun even above Xiandao. And it seems to have no heart, not to hide it, let alone the Tianshan City.
The strong man of that level can only crush the dragon gas in the mountain city of Gantian Mountain as long as you have one thought.
After thinking about it for a moment, Zong Shou's complexion became weird.
"Could it be that my future backing has finally arrived? That Cangsheng Road and Jianzong finally divided the victory and losses, so I couldn't come early?
For a while, I couldn't wait to bare the chest. The five floors of "Emperor Feng" were immersed in Yuan Yijian. If you want to remove it in the future, you need to pay the price, but it was ten times before!
The sound of the piano continued, but Zong Shou had no intention to take advantage of it. He pushed the door away and saw that the Xuan Yunlan was still forgotten. I just had two jade hands, but it was covered with blood.
The jade man was extremely beautiful, with eye -catching scenery. Then at this moment Xuan Yunlan's fingertips are all scars. It can be seen that the inner and middle -aged bones are seen in the pan.
Zong Shou took the skimming lips, and gathered Lingneng with the spirit method, got a group of cold water, and poured it to Xuan Yunlan's head.
The latter really soberly came over, glaring at Zong Shou. I saw that the latter was next to the latter: "It's enough! It can stop, it's too late!"
Xuan Yunlan was unwilling to give up. After one day of playing the piano, the soul power in her body nearly doubled. Maybe tomorrow, her cultivation would be able to break through to the peak of Huanyang. At this moment, she was slightly surprised. After thinking deeply, she felt the breath in her body.
He was a little confused. He couldn't help but have admiration in his eyes. He stood up and bowed deeply to Zong Shou.
"Yunlan, thank you for your help! I am deeply grateful for your guidance today. If you had not awakened me in time, Yunlan would have almost gone astray——"
Zong Shou blinked. It was difficult to say that he splashed water on Xuan Yunlan to wake her up out of jealousy.
At that moment, he waved his hands in a pretentious manner, smiled dumbly, and was about to step out of the door. A warning sign in his heart suddenly rose at this moment.
Then the next moment, a "boom" sound was heard.
The martial arts training room suddenly collapsed. Zong Shou could not escape at all. First, he was hit hard by the bricks and tiles, and then the sky was filled with smoke and dust.
After the dust everywhere cleared away, Zong Shou's body was all gray and yellow. Only two eyes were left on his face, looking at the sky speechlessly.
God, I wonder if it could make him more unlucky?
Xuan Yunlan, who was in the distance, was dumbfounded when she saw it, thinking that with Zong Shou's strength, she should have been able to easily avoid it.
Chuxue, on the other hand, woke up sleepily, took a drowsy look, and yawned indifferently: "This time, the whole house collapsed? Young Master, you used that lucky character again.
Already?"
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At midnight, a young man dressed in a blue Confucian shirt walked into the Qiantian Mountain City.
Although the city gate was closed, it was unable to block the figure of the young man in scholar's shirt. He simply regarded it as an object and stepped onto the fifty-foot-high city in one step.
As soon as they arrived at the city wall, they saw Zhao Yanran waiting aside with a solemn expression.
Seeing this young man coming, he immediately bowed and said, "Yanran pays homage to you!"
If it were Zong Shou or Lei Dong at this moment, he would have been shocked. Zhao Yanran, who had always shown off her frivolous and wanton attitude to others, was actually like a lady from a wealthy family. Her speech and behavior were all gentle and polite.
The young man in Confucian robes smiled slightly, waved his hand, and lifted him up: "Are you Zhao Yanran? I know the personality of you Seven Spirit Sect disciples. Be more casual and don't need to be restrained!"
Although there were teams of soldiers patrolling here, they were completely unable to notice the two people talking.
Then the young man looked at the entire Qiantian Mountain City, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's so quiet! Is there a curfew in this Qiantian Mountain City?"
Zhao Yanran immediately nodded: "Two days after Zong Shou took the throne, the curfew began. There were also several other decrees, such as dispersing and sealing all the brothels in the city. However, Zhao Yanran did not understand state affairs, nor did he know what was good or bad.
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After hearing this, the young man in Confucian shirt shook his head slightly, and he didn't care about it. In his impression, curfews do more harm than good. Zong Shoucai came to the throne not long ago, so there may be other reasons.
"But the dragon energy here seems to be a sign of high spirits. Haha, I guess it scared it!"
I took another step down and reached the street. I saw these two sides, which were neat and tidy. The style of the buildings was not like a wild land, but similar to that of Middle Earth.
Just as he was about to go directly to the top of the mountain, the eyes of the young man in scholar's shirt were suddenly attracted by a line of words that he could see from the corner of his eye.
Looking closely, there is a notice board with several animal skins with written words nailed on it. (To be continued)