Aosha Kingdom Palace, Zhao Weiyuan stands in the garden at night.
The fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose. Beside him, someone came over with a hurried look and whispered a few words.
Zhao Weiyuan's expression suddenly changed, "What did you say? Who dares to touch the imperial guards?"
There was a lot of anger in his eyes, and he had already thought of who did it.
"I dare!" A voice came from above the garden and reached Zhao Weiyuan's ears.
I saw an old man, wearing a python suit, looking at Zhao Weiyuan.
"Old King Wu, I have met the Holy One!" The old man spoke respectful words, but did not salute.
Zhao Weiyuan's eyes suddenly turned gloomy, "Uncle King Wu!"
"Wei Yuan, you are so ignorant that you would sacrifice your life for the love of a son and a daughter. It is really outrageous. If my imperial brother were still here, how could you allow you to do this to yourself?" The old man's voice was cold, "Back then,
I fully support you to become the Holy Emperor of this Aosha Kingdom, and I don’t want you to sacrifice your life just for being a mere woman."
"You have to know that now, you are the Holy Lord of Aosha Kingdom, you are the king of all people, and what you are carrying on your body is the throne of Aosha Kingdom."
The old man's eyes showed majesty, as if scolding.
Zhao Weiyuan's face became even more ugly. He looked at King Wu and said, "So, Uncle Wu King, you want to use the imperial guards to surround and kill Xu Yan?"
Facing this Uncle Wu Wang, Zhao Weiyuan's face became extremely cold for the first time. This coldness made King Wu couldn't help but feel moved.
However, he didn't care and said calmly: "Wei Yuan, you are too young. Xu Yan should have disappeared with the Xu family long ago. You have given her a hundred years of life, which is your limit."
"Don't miss the national highway for your own selfish interests."
He had no doubt that the Dao Lord's power shrouded the garden, and he even had a seal in his hand, making it impossible for Zhao Weiyuan to send a message.
Zhao Weiyuan's eyes were almost full of anger, "Zhao Xu! When you made me emperor, did you just let me be treated as this puppet? The Imperial Guards of the Imperial City cannot be moved except by me, the Emperor of Aosha Kingdom, but you
Forge my order and ban the use of the guard."
"What a good King Wu, what a support, what a blessing that my father is still here."
"You want to violate the national law for your own selfishness? Zhao Xu, I miss you for a hundred years, and you are my uncle. In the past hundred years, I have turned a blind eye to the military and political power."
"Now, Uncle Wang is doing well, great!"
Zhao Weiyuan laughed angrily and looked at King Wu who had an unnatural look on his face.
"Otherwise, how about leaving the throne of the Aosha Kingdom to Uncle Wang? Now, I will write the next imperial decree of abdication and announce it to the world!"
"Get a pen and paper!"
As soon as Zhao Weiyuan drank, the expression of the man beside him suddenly changed.
"No, Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty, think twice!"
Until this moment, King Wu's expression completely changed.
He never thought that Zhao Weiyuan would act so decisively just for a small matter, but to save Zhao Weiyuan's life.
Become the emperor of Aosha Kingdom?
What a joke, if he could succeed, how could Aosha Kingdom fall into the hands of Zhao Weiyuan now?
Once the edict of surrender is issued, the entire Aolai Kingdom, including the original princes, generals and ministers, will have millions of soldiers and horses, and their swords will be directed at King Zhao Xu.
That was a dead end, how could Zhao Xu do it?
Now in the Aolai Kingdom, he is considered to be inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people. Those princes, generals and ministers who did not respect him at all, including the emperor Zhao Weiyuan, must be more courteous to him.
There are two paths of life and death, disaster and blessing, and Zhao Xu naturally understands the pros and cons.
"Get out of the way and recall the imperial guards, otherwise, I will issue an imperial edict!"
"Even if you kill Xu Yan, I will let you bury her with her!"
Zhao Weiyuan slowly closed his eyes, "As for my life, I should have repaid the Xu family long ago. If the emperor wants to take it, he can take it. I will take care of my funeral in a hundred years."
We have made arrangements before now that the three emperor brothers are as resourceful as me and can take over the throne of Aosha Kingdom."
"You..." King Wu's expression finally changed, and he looked at Zhao Weiyuan in disbelief.
The moment he saw Zhao Weiyuan close his eyes, he knew he had to retreat.
The Tao Lord's pressure disappeared.
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In front of the house, Chang Yan also noticed it. She opened her eyes and looked at the tens of thousands of guards in the distance, with a trace of ridicule on her lips.
"Zhao Weiyuan, you are still the extremely hypocritical person. My broken sword should have been chopped off!"
Chang Yan murmured, and she turned into a rainbow rising into the sky.
"Senior sister, what are you doing?" Qin Xuan stood with his sword in hand, facing Wan Jia directly, and said calmly.
"Junior Brother, Senior Sister has hurt you, leave. With Junior Brother's strength, you should be able to escape!" Chang Yan couldn't bear it and said with a wry smile.
Qin Xuan couldn't help but smile leisurely when he heard the words, and shook his head gently, "How can you stop me, just a mere Wanjia? Senior sister, leave it to me!"
As soon as the sound fell, in Chang Yan's eyes, he took a step forward.
The eternal sword in his hand vibrates, transforming ten thousand with one.
Ni Xuan Sword Technique, Shi Fang!
Tens of thousands of swords were flying in the sky, and the tens of thousands of imperial guards were stunned for a moment, looking at the ten thousand eternal swords in the sky.
Qin Xuan pinched it in his hands and moved forward slowly.
"A small country with only ten thousand soldiers is extremely ridiculous!"
His voice was calm. Suddenly, the tens of thousands of swords that day suddenly changed. Instead of falling, they formed a large formation.
Thousands of swords, in the shape of eight trigrams, stand proudly in the night. Under the twin moons, the cold light almost envelopes the imperial capital.
Qian, Zhen, Kan, Gen, Kun, Xun, Li, Dui!
It's like a great formation, with thousands of swords flying across the sky, and all directions united.
"Is that the trend of gossip!?"
The commander of the Imperial Guard's pupils trembled slightly. He is a cultivator at the peak of Nascent Soul, so he is naturally aware of the general trend of this gossip.
Ten thousand swords form the Eight Diagrams, covering the twin moons and shining brightly into the night.
"Destroy!"
Qin Xuan spat out one word leisurely, and in an instant, the entire imperial city was shaking, and the night seemed to be torn into countless pieces.
The Eight Trigrams Ten Thousand Swords suddenly fell into the earth.
Tens of thousands of imperial guards roared like thunder, soared into the sky, turned into a dark demonic dragon with almost all their strength, and charged towards the sky with the Eight Trigrams Ten Thousand Swords.
It was like a sword array slaying a dragon. In an instant, the Bagua sword light was intertwined with the demonic dragon.
The demonic dragon was tumbling, with endless rays of light, which alarmed all living beings in the imperial capital. Countless dignitaries woke up at night or while practicing, and raised their heads to look at the sky and the Eight Trigrams Ten Thousand Swords.
The demonic dragon writhed, roared and hissed, gathering the power of thousands of people, including transformed gods and Nascent Soul monks, almost exhausting all their strength.
But Qin Xuan, with just one person, can condense the secrets, use ten thousand swords to form the Eight Diagrams, and strangle the demon dragon.
In almost a few breaths, the demonic dragon suddenly let out a wail in the sky.
The spirit sword in Qin Xuan's hand dispersed, and he looked calmly at the severed head of the demon dragon, which was completely pierced by the Eight Trigrams Ten Thousand Swords.
"Junior brother, what kind of sword technique is this?" Chang Yan, who was on the side, had already been stunned, looking at the Bagua Wanjian, and said in shock.
It's so terrifying. One person with ten thousand swords, facing tens of thousands of imperial guards, actually defeated them?
On the ground, there were countless guards spitting blood from their mouths and severely injured on the spot.
"The third form of Ni Xuan Sword Technique, Bagua!"
Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "Someone once used this sword technique to kill millions of demons with one sword. I am only in the realm of divine transformation and can only defeat tens of thousands of ants!"
After the voice fell, Chang Yan looked at Qin Xuan almost strangely.
"Junior brother, do we have a stronger sword technique?"
"have!"
"how many?"
"If you calculate carefully, there should be more than 100,000."
All the armor was wailing, but there were only two people, a man and a woman...