Da Bong fights more people

Outside the Jingyang Hall, Huaiqing's face suddenly changed: "Zhen Guojian...is bad!"

"Zhen, Zhen Guojian..."

His Highness the Crown Prince's face was as white as paper, and he looked at Wang Shoufu in extreme fear.

All that happened was completely beyond the limits of his imagination, the golden dragon suddenly soaring into the sky, the majestic father and emperor... and the sword that symbolizes the royal family, a peerless divine weapon that is being given to the country.

His act of closing the palace door tightly not long ago, and the careful thoughts hidden behind it, it is impossible to hide it from his father.

Catastrophe is imminent.

Wang Shoufu didn't answer, but nodded to him calmly, signaling him not to mess up.

In the inner city, a small courtyard.

The woman in a sarong climbed up the roof carefully along the ladder.

She looked at the sky, but still couldn't see the scene of the battle, and could only hear a few occasional thunderous explosions.

I knew that this day would come sooner or later. After Wei Yuan died, I knew that you were going to kill the king...... She clenched her fists tightly.

Must be alive.

...........

On the outskirts of Beijing, Taoist Hei Lian, whose breath had weakened to the extreme, regained his figure once again, and laughed wildly as he looked at the threatening and stunning woman:

"Luo Yuheng, did you hear that? The Zhenguo sword is designed to break the physical body of a warrior. When the prisoner is unable to make a move, Joan of Arc is invincible in the capital's territory, no, in the Dafeng territory."

Invincible?Luo Yuheng let out a "huh" and said, "I will let you live for a while."

She turned her head immediately, looked towards the capital, and narrowed her beautiful eyes.

After this battle, you are mine.

The corners of her mouth curled up.

Jianzheng walked to the gossip platform, looking at the streamer that started from Sangbo and swept across half of the capital.

Sarun Agu tightened his grip on the sheep whip.

The two first-ranks didn't fight each other, but their domains were already colliding fiercely, silently.

Everyone's eyes are chasing that ray of light. In this peak duel, the Zhen Guo Sword is the key, the key to the entire outcome.

Xu Qi'an's pupils reflected the light from Zhen Guojian flying in, his pupils dilated slightly, appearing lifeless, showing a void of distracted attention.

What flashed through his mind was the massacre case in Chuzhou, the people who fell one by one, like grass; Xiao Suo's back; it was his eyes that could not be closed when he died in prison.

It is Caishikou, with reverent gazes; it is outside Yuyang Pass, a group of soldiers who are eager to defend their homeland and repel the enemy.

Finally, he thought of the Tsing Yi.

Whether it's reputation or himself, that person doesn't care about it.

That person lived for two things all his life, one was love and the other was faith.

The former is oneself, the latter is the country and the people.

My whole life, why?

He stretched out his hand and shouted: "Sword!"

That stream of light whizzed over and fell into Xu Qi'an's hands.

It never changed its trajectory, from the beginning to the end, it chose Xu Qi'an.

This peerless divine weapon that accompanied Emperor Gaozu on the battlefield abandoned Gaozu's blood and chose an outsider.

Zhen Guojian chose Xu Qi'an...... Everyone who saw this scene widened their eyes.

Holding the brass sword, Xu Qi'an yelled again under Emperor Zhende's stiff face: "Linglong!"

oooooooo!

In the imperial city and palace, countless people heard the roar of the spirit dragon.

The spirit dragon breaks through the waves and rides the clouds and fog. Its nostrils emit a little bit of purple air, and its scales are surrounded by purple light.

Its bones undergo astonishing changes amidst the crisp sound of "clicking". Under the scales, the muscles protrude one by one, and the dragon's body elongates, becoming more slender and more vigorous.

The horns on the top of the head are forked, layers of thick mane grow out of the neck, and the claws and fangs become sharper.

Those two black button-like pupils shrank and elongated, turning into vertical pupils.

It became more like a dragon, a real dragon.

The spirit dragon is controlled by the clouds, and its speed is extremely fast, it seems that it can't wait to rush to its "master".

Xu Qi'an floated lightly on its back, holding the Zhenguo Sword in his right hand, the Confucian Sage Carving Knife in his left hand, and stepping on the Spirit Dragon.

"Impossible! It's impossible!"

Emperor Joan's face became extremely ugly, his eyes widened, and his pupils trembled slightly.

"Why do you drive Linglong, why do you use Zhen Guojian?!"

He has the anger of being betrayed by the whole world.

This feeling, like the sharpest weapon, pierced into his heart fiercely.

The Zhenguo Sword was left by Emperor Gaozu. It has spirits and only recognizes members of the royal family.The spirit dragon has to be attached to the royal family in order to survive by devouring purple energy.

However, neither of these two things chose him.

Emperor Zhende was shocked, and some people in the capital were even more shocked, such as the prince, such as Huaiqing, such as a fourth-rank martial artist, and a royal family member.

...........

Royal Palace.

The prince led all the military officials to climb the city wall of the morning gate. Looking from the top of the city, he could vaguely see the two sides fighting fiercely in the distant sky.

"Why, why did Zhen Guojian choose Xu Qi'an, and why did Linglong choose Xu Qi'an?"

The prince looked around and said sharply, "Who is going to tell this palace, who is going to tell this palace?"

Especially the Linglong, the prince liked to ride the Linglong when he was a child, and he was proud that the Linglong only got close to the royal family members, which is the exclusive privilege of the royal family members.