At this point, Master Jiu knew that if he didn't take action, Li Jiuye would really be in danger. He didn't care about the emperor's promise or a fair duel. He loudly called for everyone to protect him, and then he flashed and went straight to Xiao Qing.
And go.
If Li Jiuye dies in a one-on-one duel with Xiao Qing when the victory is already decided, then he and Xuanyuan Wudi, the two guardians of the imperial city, will probably become two laughing stocks in the future and will be infamy for thousands of years.
However, before the two of them could take action, Lin Zhiyun on the side suddenly raised her hand slightly and shot out a fierce golden spirit sword from behind her. The sword light hit Xiao Qing's back with unparalleled sharpness.
This sword was as fast as thunder, as fast as lightning, and it came from behind. Xiao Qing was determined to take the emperor's life, but he was unable to dodge it.
He felt a sharp pain coming from his back, and then, the sharp sword intent spread along the back of his heart, traveling everywhere on his body, destroying the meridians in his body wantonly.
Injured by Lin Zhiyun's sword energy, the long sword in Xiao Qing's hand stagnated. The tip of the sword was clearly only one step away from Li Jiuye's heart. This pause caused him to lose the opportunity to slay the dragon forever.
Master Jiu seized the opportunity and stabbed Xiao Qing's right shoulder with the long sword in his hand, making it difficult for him to hold the sword. Xuanyuan Wudi's broadsword slashed hard on Xiao Qing's left back without mercy.
"puff!"
Despite Xiao Qing's advanced cultivation, he couldn't help but vomit blood when he took on the attack of the three great spirit masters. He wanted to pursue Li Jiuye again, but he was already too weak to do it.
At the same time, several dragon-shaped sword energy created by Li Jiuye using the "Nine-Five Supreme Sword" also shone with dazzling light and pierced Xiao Qing's chest fiercely.
"puff!"
Spouting out another mouthful of blood, Xiao Qing's breath became extremely weak, and his face that was originally full of blood became colorless.
With the continuous attacks from four spiritual masters, anyone would have fallen down. However, Xiao Qing seemed to be swaying, his face was as pale as a dead man, but his body was still standing firmly, and he was stunned and did not fall. There was a look in his eyes.
A stubbornness, a kind of contempt, and a deep unwillingness.
Meeting his eyes, the anger in the emperor's heart burned uncontrollably again.
Obviously I am the emperor!
I am the one who laughs in the end!
What right do losers have to despise me!
Li Jiuye's complicated emotions towards Xiao Qing made Li Jiuye grit his teeth. Hot blood continued to pour into his brain, and bloodshot eyes appeared. He no longer cared about any moves. He raised the long sword in his hand high and used it as an axe.
He slashed at Xiao Qing.
"Chi!" "Chi!" "Chi!"
The sound of the long sword slashing at the flesh and bone continued to echo in the Jinluan Palace. Xiao Qing no longer had the strength to dodge, and could only use his body to continuously receive Li Jiuye's crazy slashes. However, no matter how hard the emperor tried, his body
The posture is like a sculpture, standing erect, but the contempt in his eyes is even stronger.
Why!
Why!
Why do you look down on me!
Li Jiuye's expression became increasingly ferocious, and he swung the sword in his hand faster and more unorganized, like a five-year-old child swinging a sledgehammer, completely unable to control the weapon in his hand, as if he could hurt himself at any time if he was not careful.
One sword, one sword, another sword!
Xiao Qing's eyes gradually lost their sparkle, and he couldn't even hold the long sword in his hand. It fell to the ground with a clang. However, his body was still upright. No matter how Li Jiuye struck ten or twenty swords, he still couldn't hold it.
It maintains a standing posture, like a tall pine tree.
What a man!
At this moment, this idea suddenly appeared in the minds of all the spiritual masters present. Although they were in a hostile position, they could not help but respect the head of the Xiao family.
Fall down! Fall down quickly!
Li Jiuye's lip had been bitten by his teeth, and a streak of blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth. However, he was completely unaware and continued to wave the sword in his hand.
"boom!"
Finally, Xiao Qingwei'an's body shook violently, and then slowly fell backwards, lying across the stairs. Under the influence of gravity, he slid down some distance before stopping.
The body of the hero of the generation was cold, and he had no breath for a long time. There was still a contemptuous smile on his face. At the end of his life, he still used his expression to express his contempt and disdain for Li Jiuye.
Finally fell!
Li Jiuye breathed a sigh of relief, but there was no trace of victory's joy in his heart. Looking at Xiao Qing who was lying on the steps below the dragon chair with a look of contempt on his face, a more depressed emotion surged in his heart.
It felt like a big stone was pressing on my chest and I couldn't move it away.
For a moment, he wished he could attack Xiao Qing's body and smash his face that refused to admit defeat until death.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty." Lord Jiu said, bringing his thoughts back to reality, "Most of the rebels in the imperial capital have been killed, and the remaining small fish and shrimps will probably not make much waves in the future. The Xiao family's
The threat has been completely eliminated."
What on earth am I doing?
Li Jiuye raised his head and glanced at everyone in the hall, feeling suddenly at a loss.
As an emperor of the generation, whether it was agreeing to fight against the rebels or dealing with the situation when he was at a disadvantage, his performance just now was not up to standard and was no different than a child having a tantrum.
The people who were in the main hall at this time were all Ling Zun, the most top cultivators in the Daqian Empire. They were the pinnacle beings who did not need to kneel down to worship Li Jiuye.
Li Jiuye couldn't help but feel extremely ashamed when his inner fragility was exposed in front of such a group of people. If there was a crack in the ground right now, he would probably jump in without hesitation.
"This suppression of the rebellion depends on your efforts." After all, he has been the emperor for so many years and is used to seeing big scenes. He quickly adjusted his mood and said in a calm tone, "When it comes to this, I will definitely have something to do."
Thank you very much!”
"Your Majesty is serious." Master Jiu and others said in unison, "This is a matter within our scope."
Seeing that the people present did not show any strange expressions about his miserable performance just now, Li Jiuye calmed down slightly and glanced at everyone again. This time, he finally noticed Lin Zhiyun and the other three in the corner.
"Huh?"
Although he knew that several unknown female spirits came to help, Li Jiuye couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the appearance of the three people.
The three women in front of me look like they are only about thirty years old. Each of them is beautiful and looks like a fairy, especially the woman in blue shirt standing in the middle. Even if someone like Li Jiuye has a harem of three thousand people,
The beautiful emperor had to admit that he had only seen such stunning beauties in his life, and he couldn't help but sigh, "This woman should only exist in heaven."
After being lost for a moment, he finally asked: "Who are the three girls...?"
"Lin Zhiyun, the master of Piaohua Palace, has met the Holy One." Lin Zhiyun slightly bent her knees and gave a salute, "These two are the elders Shangguan and Elder Ye of my Piaohua Palace."
Facing the emperor, Shangguan Junyi and Ye Qinglian did not dare to appear too casual, and followed her in bowing.
"Piaohua Palace?" Li Jiuye couldn't recall that there was such a sect in the Daqian Empire, and he couldn't help but feel confused.
Whenever a sect has a Lingzun-level cultivator, it can be called a top force and will often receive the focus of the court. In order to attract more talented disciples, the sect itself will usually use the banner of Lingzun boss.
Promote it vigorously.
"Piaohua Palace" dispatched three spiritual masters at once, but Li Jiuye knew nothing about this sect, so he couldn't help but have doubts.
He had just experienced a rebellion, and a mysterious force with three spiritual masters suddenly appeared in front of him. He was instinctively afraid, and there was a hint of alertness in his eyes.
"No wonder Your Majesty doesn't know." Lin Zhiyun smiled slightly and explained softly, "Our Piaohua Palace is just a small women's sect in Southern Xinjiang Province, with only a dozen disciples, so it has no reputation."
"That's it." Hearing that there were only a dozen people in Piaohua Palace, Li Jiuye breathed a sigh of relief, with a look of surprise on his face, "Palace Master Lin came all the way from Southern Xinjiang Province to help me, I really don't know how to be grateful.
You are."
"Your Majesty, I dare not expire. My father is Lin Zhenyue, the former Minister of Household Affairs." Lin Zhiyun continued, "The Xiao family first plotted to plot the land of Piaohua Palace, and then framed my father and imprisoned it. Now they have raised their troops to rebel. The evil
We are tired of traveling and have too much to write. Although I, Piaohua Palace, am weak in power, I vow to lend a helping hand to the imperial court and never let these thieves succeed."
"It turns out that you are the eldest lady of the Lin family who went out to study arts when she was young." Li Jiuye originally thought that Lin Zhiyun's speech and behavior were very decent and somewhat aristocratic. Now that he heard that she was the daughter of the "loyal minister" Lin Shangshu, he was very happy.
Unconsciously, he felt a sense of closeness, and Lin Zhiyun's appearance was so beautiful that it was difficult for people to have a bad feeling. Seventy-eight percent of his fear of Piaohua Palace had been eliminated without even realizing it, "I am going to Lin Aiqing."
The purpose of being imprisoned is just to paralyze Xiao Qing's deception. Now that the traitors have been eliminated, he should be reinstated to his post. Palace Master Lin does not need to worry."
If he had known that Lin Zhenyue had intended to betroth his daughter to Xiao Wenjian, I don't know how he would have felt.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty." Lin Zhiyun saluted again. Li Jiuye's heart was filled with a voice as sweet as an oriole's song, and he almost had unreasonable thoughts.
After calming down, Li Jiuye asked very gently: "Palace Master Lin, are you three coming to Piaohua Palace this time?"
"The civilian girl also brought a junior sister, four disciples and a... doctor." Lin Zhiyun did not hide anything, "They all participated in the battle just now."
She almost said "cook", but then she thought about it and felt that bringing the cook out to fight seemed a bit childish, so she finally changed her words in time.
"Oh?" Li Jiuye was even more moved after hearing this, "Please come into the palace quickly and let me meet these heroes."
There are only a dozen people in the Piaohua Palace. In order to help the court suppress the rebellion, most of the people in the Piaohua Palace were dispatched. However, his own prince did not send anyone to participate in the battle in front of the palace. Such a comparison makes the loyalty and bravery of the Piaohua Palace even more commendable.
.
"Yes." Lin Zhiyun's thinking mode is relatively traditional, and she still respects the imperial power very much. When she heard that her disciple could be summoned by the emperor, she did not reject it in her heart, but was actually a little happy.
…
"Are these all members of Piaohua Palace?"
Looking at Leng Wushuang, Nangong Ling, Liu Qiqi, Zheng Yueting and Shen Xiaowan who were summoned by Lin Zhiyun, Li Jiuye tried his best to keep his expression calm, but he still couldn't hide the surprise in his voice.
"Exactly." Lin Zhiyun patiently introduced him one by one.
Does your sect recruit disciples based on their reputation?
The old emperor had the same question in his heart as Zhong Wen did at the beginning of his time travel.
Several female disciples stood in a row, some were bright and charming, some were unparalleled, some were heroic, some were delicate and charming, all of them were more beautiful than flowers, and each was good at winning. Even Shen Xiaowan, who was the youngest and had not yet bloomed, was already
It's still in bud, and you can vaguely see the future trend. She must be another stunning beauty.
No female talent show in any draft is of such high quality.
The old emperor sighed with emotion, his eyes wandering back and forth among the girls in Piaohua Palace. He felt that it was pleasing to the eyes and relaxed, and the previous unhappiness caused by Xiao Qing was relieved a lot.
Suddenly, a young man in white clothes in the corner caught his attention.