Liu Qifeng died because of his always proud blood elephant skill.
It was not until his death that he understood: There is no real invincibility in the world! Just like a spear and a shield, if there is a thicker shield, there will be a sharper spear.
The Po Zi Jue of the Eight-Character Sword Technique is said to be able to tear apart the heaven and earth and cut through the void. Although it is only the first form: rushing through the clouds and fog, the word "breaking" is also fully revealed in the duel with the Blood Elephant Technique.
Liu Qinghuan now really believes that the origin of this sword technique is extraordinary, but it is too difficult to change the sword posture!
In general, the whole set of sword tactics, some are light and some are heavy, but the sword force is the same from beginning to end, it is just a change in degree. But in the eight-character sword formula, each character represents a different sword force, but it still requires
The various formulas can be changed at will, but they must be smooth and smooth.
If the difficulty of practicing the sword formula is only average, then the difficulty of the connection changes between characters can only be described as terrifying. It is already so difficult between two characters, let alone the whole set of eight characters!
It is equivalent to kneading eight sword techniques together. Can you imagine practicing "Dugu Nine Swords" and "Tai Chi Sword" together?
So it’s no wonder that people who practiced this sword technique in the past were either crazy or insane.
The small gray sword made a half-circle in the air and returned to Liu Qinghuan's hand. He looked at the sword body and found that it had been slightly damaged when it collided with Liu Qifeng's bloody fist. It probably needed some time to heal.
"Bang!" Liu Qifeng's body finally fell to the ground, making a huge noise and making everyone pause for a moment.
"Liu Xian's family..." The prince murmured, looked at Liu Qinghuan angrily, and shouted to the other monks: "Kill him, kill him!"
Qu Laogui and the charming male cultivator looked at each other, and both saw fear in each other's eyes. The prince, as a mortal, did not understand, but they knew that Liu Qifeng's strength was still higher than the two of them, but he was killed so easily.
The boy named Liu seems to be difficult to deal with!
They appeared here because Liu Qifeng had something against them, and there were some favors that he had to repay in the past, so they came to help. Now that Liu Qifeng was dead, not only were they not sad, but they felt relaxed and happy.
Liu Qinghuan has proven that he is difficult to deal with, and with Lele behind him, Qu Laogui and the male cultivator both understood each other's meaning from each other's eyes, and turned around and ran away without saying a word!
As for the mortal prince jumping around below, they didn't even bother to pay attention to him.
"Ah, you guys..." The prince was extremely shocked. Before he could finish his sentence, he saw that the other monk he had invited also fled.
This is the relationship between monks and mortals. Because of the difference in strength, mortals, even the royal family, are not worth mentioning in the eyes of monks. Therefore, although the prince invited several monks, he had no binding force on them. In the blink of an eye, only
Next is Zhou Guoshi who was originally in the imperial palace.
He was sent to the Song Dynasty palace by the Gu Yue Sect, and he should not have been involved in the struggle for the throne, but the prince took out a thousand-year-old medicinal herb to beg him. Although the medicinal herb was not a spiritual herb, it had a thousand-year age.
It's quite useful.
He was greedy for a moment and was afraid that another Gu Yue Sect monk would return to the sect to complain. It was also a common practice in the immortal world that monks were not allowed to participate in the fight for the throne in the mortal world, so he simply did not stop and killed the fellow disciple in one fell swoop with a sneak attack.
Lose.
Now Liu Qinghuan killed Liu Qifei and scared away the other three, leaving him alone. So Zhou Guoshi wanted to go down and slap the prince to death. This time, he would be in a big loss!
Come on, he shouldn't stay here and wait for death. He should think about how to go back and apologize to the sect. Thinking of this, Zhou Guoshi also turned around and left.
The prince was completely stupid now! In the blink of an eye, all the trump cards he had prepared disappeared without a trace, and he only had some imperial guards left under him. What a slap in the face!
"Hahaha!" The second prince laughed so hard that he almost lost his breath: "Boss, you have today too! You deserve to be asked to believe those unreliable monks!"
The prince languished on the ground, his face was ashen, and he had no reaction to the second prince's ridicule.
"Ah hahaha, I'm laughing so hard." The second prince couldn't stop laughing at all, and the soldiers around him also laughed with him.
"Whoosh!" Among the laughter, there was a faint sound of arrows piercing the air.
"Haha...uh!" The second prince stopped suddenly. He suddenly felt a little dazed, and slowly lowered his head amidst the fear and screams of the people around him.
The arrowhead of an iron arrow penetrated the armor on his left chest, and the blood formed a small splash and spurted out with a "puff".
The second prince opened his mouth and fell on his back.
The prince looked over and saw this scene. A smile suddenly appeared on his dejected face. First he laughed twice, then gradually grew louder and finally turned into a maniacal laugh.
The second prince is dead and the eldest prince is crazy.
Zhao Xian slowly put down the long bow in his hand.
At this moment, he had mixed feelings.
He knew that he had won, but there was no ecstasy as expected. There was some joy, but also some inexplicable emotions rising from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't distinguish them clearly, so he seemed a little dazed.
Year after year, fighting for more than ten years, fighting for more than ten years, just for that position. Everything in the past was replayed before my eyes, how many times I saw through the other party's conspiracy, and how many times I escaped death.
The three brothers were about the same age. After their father became seriously ill, no new siblings were born except for the three of them. And they were destined to compete with each other from birth, just like nine dogs and one mastiff.
Next the last one.
The royal family has no brothers, and the emperor is alone.
"嘡啷 ... wow!" First, the sound of all kinds of weapons was thrown, and then the sound of heavy armor.
The soldiers who followed him all knelt down towards him. Their faces were filled with ecstasy. They had won, and the Sixth Prince would become the emperor. Those who followed him to the death would have their own positions and promotions in the future.
The future is bright.
The people who originally belonged to the prince and the second prince stood as if they were mourning for their heirs. When they saw others kneeling down, they knelt down again in panic. Their whole bodies were trembling, not knowing when the reckoning would befall them.
Zhao Xian looked at Liu Qinghuan in the air. Liu Qinghuan was also looking down at him, his eyes were calm, and his face was neither sad nor happy.
"Congratulations to the Sixth Prince!" A neat voice resounded over the Daming Palace.
The sky in the east turned white, and it was almost dawn.
Zhao Xian walked towards the door of the Daming Palace step by step. Everyone along the way immediately separated into a path. Even the soldiers who had been guarding the Daming Palace stood up, revealing the open door.
Yue Zhishan, the Minister of Health of Zhangluan Yi, silently bent over and never raised his body.
Before walking into the palace gate, Zhao Xian looked back. The palaces of the palace looked gorgeous and solemn, and the golden glazed tiles shone brightly in the morning glow.
At this moment, Zhao Xian suddenly felt a strong sense of loneliness.