Become the Lord God from adversity

Chapter 74 Yuanhuang Yuanhuang (first change, ask for subscription, ask for monthly pass)
Everyone followed Beichen Yuanhuang and came to an open field. There were many traces of weapons on the ground. Obviously, this place was a frequently used school ground.

Mr. Butterfly walked to the center of the school field by himself, concentrating and calmly, with two butterfly chops on his waist, one long and one short, ready to go.

Xiao Jianbun also restrained his gentle and jade-like temperament, and instead showed a sharp edge.

How can Xiao Jiandu be just a simple gentle gentleman who can break out the name of Heavenly Sword in this cruel world.

Right now, inspired by Mr. Butterfly, the edge can no longer be concealed, and it erupts in an instant.

The spectators almost felt that a white light flashed in front of their eyes, and when they looked at it again, it was an illusion.

The wind is still and the night is quiet.

Mr. Butterfly pressed the butterfly blade, but did not move. Instead, he closed his eyes and waited.

The same is true for Xiaojianblunt, with his hand on the sky knife, ready to go, his aura has reached its peak, but it does not explode, but is suppressed.

Both sides of the battle did not move. However, the people who watched the battle could already sense that in the middle of the battlefield, in an invisible place, two sharp auras had already started to clash.

There seemed to be a sharp and sonorous sound in their ears. If they listened carefully, there seemed to be nothing, as if everything was an illusion.

Yue Zhou and the others understood that Mr. Butterfly and Xiaojiandun didn't seem to make a move, but in fact their spirits and auras had already begun to clash since they entered the battlefield.

Butterfly Slash and Heavenly Knife, both in their sheaths, seemed to be induced by Qi, and two buzzing sounds came naturally.

Suddenly, a dark red light flashed, and at some point, Mr. Butterfly opened his eyes.

You can hardly hear the sound of drawing the knife. Mr. Butterfly is in the same place. At this time, there is no one. Only a red butterfly is flying, with a dark red color of crystal light, which is extremely gorgeous against the backdrop of the moonlight. .

It seems that, all of a sudden, Mr. Butterfly really turned into a red butterfly.

"Zheng!" However, at this moment, Xiao Jian's blunt arm moved suddenly.

The Heavenly Knife came out of its sheath very fast, so fast that even Yue Zhou could only see a faint white light and shadow with his eyesight at this time.

Quietly, a dark red sword glow seemed to suddenly melt out of the void, slashing towards the blunt laughing sword.

"Chong!"

Sparks fly!

One white and one red, two knives meet.

The red name is the butterfly blade, and the day is the sky knife.

In the double-knife meeting, no one was able to take advantage of it, but the burst of sharpness burst out from the point where the two blades collided, and sputtered to the surroundings.

Immediately, the ground of the school field, which had already been traced and disputed, became even more messy, as if someone had chopped dozens of hundreds of knives at this instant.

Mr. Butterfly retreated in an instant when he failed in a single blow, his movement was erratic and strange, elusive.

The smiling sword is blunt, but the heavenly sword is raised, and the body is like a phantom, following Mr. Butterfly like a shadow:

"Ha! It's rude to come and not go."

With a flick of his wrist, the Heavenly Knife cut out again in an extremely remote arc.

There was almost no sound of breaking wind, it seemed that at this moment, the sharp edge of the Heavenly Saber merged with the surrounding airflow.

The sharpness cuts through the air, but it swims like a fish in water, without the slightest ripple.

Mr. Butterfly laughed and stopped suddenly, but he didn't even look at it. He tilted his knife upwards and turned back at the same time.

The body dances flexibly, and the crimson blade turns accordingly, just like a butterfly dancing, the red shadow is dancing, which is very ornamental.

As if it was agreed upon, the Red Blade Butterfly Slash and the White Blade Sky Saber collided again, and sparks flew.

At the same time as the two knives met, Mr. Butterfly suddenly sank, and fell to the ground in the air, and a red edge appeared on his left hand.

The Butterfly Slash has two handles, one long and one short. The long-blade Butterfly Slash is suitable for head-on duels, while the short-blade Butterfly Knife is suitable for close-range assassinations.

Right now, as soon as Mr. Butterfly touched the ground with his feet, his treacherous body moves immediately, leaping forward with one step.

At the same time, the Butterfly Slash on the right hand did not resist the power of the Heavenly Saber, but took advantage of the momentum, the vertical blade suddenly fell horizontally, and the movement of the right hand changed continuously. Mr. Butterfly held the knife in his backhand, and counterattacked with a more violent posture. go.

At this time, Xiao Jian bluntly saw the red shadow rushing towards his face, and then two sharp auras from the left and right struck at the same time.

All these changes, only in an instant, Xiao Jianbun immediately changed from an active attack to a passive defense.

However, it didn't bother him.

His footsteps move, and his body skills change instantly. His body skills are not as agile and unpredictable as Mr. Butterfly's body skills.

There is only one characteristic of Xiao Jian's blunt body skills, and that is quickness. Compared with agility and treachery, his body skills are not as good as Mr. Butterfly.

If compared to pure speed, his body skills are three points faster than Mr. Butterfly.

"Minghe Gongying!" The movement changed, and the blunt laughing sword seemed to circle the ground in a circle. When Tian Dao slashed again, he was already behind Mr. Butterfly.

At the same time, the sword energy filled the air like a long river, bringing a faint light and shadow, and slashed towards Lord Butterfly.

Although Lord Butterfly is not as fast as the Heavenly Sword, it is three points better than the agile changes.

Mr. Butterfly was not annoyed when the two swords were out of their sheaths, and he was like bamboo leaves in the wind, drifting with the wind, elusive, but he avoided the blunt knife of the laughing sword.

The sword fell to nothing, and Xiao Jianbun was even more amazed in his heart.

Mr. Butterfly counterattacked again, with twin blades shining, one in front, one behind, one direct, and the other erratic.

"Red Butterfly Sword Flow!" The two swords waved, the red edge flashed, and there seemed to be red butterflies flying all over the sky, blocking the sight.

Even in Xiaojian's blunt mental induction, there is nothing unusual, it seems that on this dark night battlefield, red butterflies all over the sky were born so suddenly.

Suddenly, the red butterflies scattered in all directions, and the red blade pierced through the red butterflies, shining sharply, stabbing directly at the laughing sword.

Xiao Jian's blunt eyes narrowed, but he shouted in a deep voice: "Swing the mountain with one blade!"

Lifting Neiyuan, he swung his saber out, almost destroying the mountain with force, and the powerful and heavy saber seemed to break through all obstacles with strength.

"Clang!" The Heavenly Knife and the Butterfly Slash collided fiercely, and the red butterflies scattered all over the sky in an instant, revealing the figure of Mr. Butterfly.

This knife was indeed beyond Mr. Butterfly's expectations. It was his first time fighting the Heavenly Sword, and he was not familiar with his fighting style.

In the past, the Heavenly Knife has always used skillful methods to fight, which gave Mr. Butterfly a kind of thinking inertia, that is, the Heavenly Knife is not good at hard collisions.

The blood cut the already bright red butterfly and dyed it more vividly.

This powerful and heavy blow came too suddenly and beyond Mr. Butterfly's expectation. With one blow, Mr. Butterfly's mouth was split open and dripping with blood.

Careless!Mr. Butterfly knows.

However, there is no time for him to regret it now.

The shadow of the knife exuding a faint white light has already stabbed again.

Mr. Butterfly let out a soft drink, a red shadow flashed, and thirteen butterflies flew out instantly, but he disappeared without a trace.

It was as if Mr. Butterfly had turned into these thirteen flying butterflies.

Red butterflies were flying, with faint flames burning on their wings. They were like flame butterflies coming from purgatory, wrapping the Laughing Sword bluntly in a strange formation.

"Thirteen butterflies killing the formation?!" Yue Zhou, who was watching the battle, saw this situation and said to himself.

Beside him, Beichen Yuanhuang looked at Yue Zhou in surprise: "Brother Yue knows this formation?!"

Yue Zhou gave Beichen Yuanhuang a strange look: "You know Mr. Butterfly's reputation, but don't you know that his most famous trick is the Thirteen Butterfly Killing Formation?"

Beichen Yuanhuang smiled awkwardly: "Actually, there are too many things I have to learn on a daily basis, the way of civil and martial arts, the strategy of governing the country... Although I am interested in these martial arts matters, I don't have many opportunities to learn about them. I also want to host today. I only learned a lot during the banquet."

Yue Zhou nodded, at this moment, Beichen Yuanhuang was indeed that pure prince.

Thinking of the future Beichen Yuanhuang, embarking on the lonely and bloody road of king, Yue Zhou felt sad.

If Bei Chenyin's civet cat hadn't been replaced by the crown prince back then, if Chu Huarong and other friends hadn't insisted on finding out the truth about his life experience, if it hadn't been instilled in him the concept that he was the crown prince...

Without all of that, I'm afraid that the pure Beichen Yuanhuang would not become the cruel and ruthless lonely emperor in the future.

Up to now, Yue Zhou can still recall when Beichen Yuanhuang's friend Chu Huarong and the imperial doctor Nong Sanping and others made this matter worse and worse, and even made a fuss to the point where they had to take blood from the late emperor's fetus in court for a blood test At that point, Beichen Yuanhuang walked into the heart of the court.

At that time, he had already known his life experience, and with this secret in his heart, he stepped into the cold and brilliant hall step by step, feeling that everyone's eyes were so indifferent.

Thinking about the past, I have a good name in the court, among the people, and the subjects are all loyal, and looking at the present...

In the end, this drop of blood is the most important. If he is not the true prince, he will be killed immediately.

It turns out that I am neither more noble nor inferior than others, and my status as a prince is just a pawn to control the government.

Everything about him, in front of the power symbolized by this blood, is like a thin piece of white paper that can be torn apart.

From then on, the pure Beichen Yuanhuang no longer existed, and only the ruthless Beichen Yuanhuang remained.

In the end, the Beichen Dynasty disappeared, and Beichen Yuanhuang, who had thrown himself into Yiliu, also died at the hands of Yan Guiren.

Recalling the experience of Beichen Yuanhuang, Yue Zhou sighed in his heart, looked at Beichen Yuanhuang, and suddenly said: "Yuanhuang, what do you think is really important to a real king?"

Beichen Yuanhuang was stunned and looked at Yue Zhou, as if he didn't understand, but he still thought about it and then replied: "In Yuanhuang's humble opinion, the most important thing for a king should be his ability to govern the country, and the people's respect and trust in him. .”

Hearing the answer, Yue Zhou smiled faintly: "Is that so? I think, apart from these two points, there is one more point, that is, the soul that can control the position of king and power."

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight. The road to being a king is full of hardships and dangers. If your heart is not strong enough, sooner or later, you will no longer be yourself."

"Yuanhuang will think carefully about what Brother Yue said." Although he didn't quite understand, Beichen Yuanhuang still said.

Yue Zhou glanced at him, but his tone was inexplicable: "I hope the next time I see you, you will still be Beichen Yuanhuang."

Not that Beichen Yuanhuang, this sentence stayed in Yue Zhou's heart.

Beichen Yuanhuang was completely puzzled by Yue Zhou's inexplicable words.

However, he didn't think much about it, and soon, he was once again attracted by the fierce fighting in the school field.

(End of this chapter)