The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

There was endless killing intent in Xiang Yan's voice.

Tian Yan pursed his lips, the power of the punch just now was too great, it made her blood churn, and Xiang Yan, as the peak powerhouse of the fourth layer of mythology, was indeed beyond his ability to deal with.

Seeing that Tian Yan was silent, Xiang Yan took a step forward, and the coercion of the fourth layer of mythology enveloped the entire hall in an instant.

hum! !

A palpitating hum resounded in the hall, and the air rippled and diffused towards the surroundings.

Xiang Yan narrowed her eyes slightly, and her eyes fell on the long swords in the hands of the eight people.

Those buzzing sounds came from those long swords.

As if unwilling to succumb to his own shock, a sharp aura was released from those long swords.

chi chi chi...

Several invisible sword qi cut through the void in an instant, wandered in the hall, and eliminated Xiang Yan's coercion in the invisible!

Xiang Yan said in a deep voice: "The Eight Swords of the King of Yue, unexpectedly there is also the famous sword Chunjun~¨!"

Tian Yan didn't answer Xiang Yan's words, but said indifferently: "The peasant family back then was strong because of Chu. If you hadn't been secretly pushing behind it, the peasant family would not have fallen into such a field!"

Xiang Yan put her hand on the long sword at her waist, and glanced at the eight people one by one.

Among the eight people, the one with the highest cultivation level is Tian Yan, who is at the second level of mythology. The rest are all at the first level of mythology.

Surprisingly, it was the seven Confucian disciples!

"That's why you joined Confucianism and became Xun Kuang's disciple?"

Tian Yan said indifferently: "Being able to practice under the master's school is the most sensible choice in my life. You are right. Today's Tian Yan has already become a disciple of Confucianism. Today is the first appearance of the eight gentlemen of Confucianism." The battle is also your Xiang Yan's, the battle that ends!"

"Hahaha..."

Hearing this, Xiang Yan laughed loudly, looked at Tian Yan with contempt in his eyes, and said, "Only you? A few people with one or two myths in this area also want to take the old man's life in vain. Big joke!"

"If you don't try, how do you know that we are not your opponent?"

Xiang Yan's face darkened because he heard Qin Jun's shouts coming from a distance.

Qin's army has already entered the city!

He took a deep breath, calmed down, and said coldly: "Before, Dianqing said that someone was waiting for the old man, and the old man thought it was Xun Kuang and Gui Guzi who had arrived."

"Unfortunately, the old man is disappointed!"

"Several juniors are also trying to take the old man's life in vain. If that's the case, then let the old man come and see what you, the so-called eight gentlemen of Confucianism, are capable of!"

Clang! !

As soon as Xiang Yan's figure moved, he brought a boundless strong wind and rushed towards Tian Yan and the others. The long sword at his waist came out in response, and the sword's light was majestic, showing the majesty of the mythical fourth-layer powerhouse!

A trace of solemnity flashed across Tian Yan's pretty face, but she never panicked.

groan!

The sound of sword chanting is endless, eight people, eight long swords, at this moment, the brilliance is shining!

Xiang Yan, who had already come to Tian Yan, suddenly shrank his pupils.

"Formation?"

Originally, the eight people standing in a row moved quickly, each following a special trajectory, forming some kind of mysterious formation.

Swish!

Xiang Yan drew his sword!

However, his sword did not attack Tian Yan, but a thin young man beside Tian Yan.

The young man's face changed slightly, and he took a half step to the left in a calm and unhurried manner, dodging it dangerously.

Xiang Yan's eyes flashed, and Jian Feng moved towards the young man again while flipping her wrist.

A strange scene has appeared!

shhhhhh...

When Xiang Yan's sword was about to arrive, the swords of the other seven people attacked every vital point on Xiang Yan's body at the same time.

"."Humph! "

Rao, with Xiang Yan's legendary four-level strength, did not dare to neglect, he hummed heavily, and in a flash, he twisted his body in mid-air, avoiding the attack of the seven long swords.

Xiang Yan frowned deeply, and looked at the eight people in front of her with a three-point solemnity and a three-point surprise in her gaze.

"Di Ze 24? No, it's not Di Ze 24! What kind of formation is this?" Xiang Yan said in a deep voice.

Tian Yan didn't speak, and swung the startling salamander sword in his palm, stabbing towards Xiang Yan like (mama Zhao) popular in the daytime.

However, this sword also failed!

When the soles of his feet landed, Tian Yan looked at Xiang Yan who took three steps back, and said calmly: "Di Ze 24 is just a farm secret, but after the improvement of the master and the master, it has become a hundred times stronger than before. Similarly, you will be the same. , the first person to die in front of this formation!"

"Insanity!"

Xiang Yan laughed angrily, shook the long sword in her hand, ignored the approaching shouts of killing, raised her hand and took off the helmet, her hair was all messed up, fluttering in the wind.

"Death to me!!"

The sword energy all over the sky easily plowed a deep ditch on the ground in front of him.

"Go!"

Tian Yan's eyes turned cold, and he gave a low drink.

Chapter 290 IX: Enthronement Ceremony (1/3)

Qin State, Xianyang Palace!

Xun Kuang and Chu Nangong, who were the three princes of the current dynasty, were able to walk on the square in front of the main hall in the middle of the night, which surprised the surrounding guards.

These two can be said to be the two people with the most power in the world except King Qin and the national teacher who doesn't like to interfere in government affairs.

Looking up at the misty moon in the sky, Xun Kuang lowered his head and sighed.

Chu Nangong smiled slightly and said, "Master, you are worried about the disciples who are still fighting fiercely in the Chu Kingdom?"

Xun Kuang nodded, and couldn't help turning his eyes to the direction of Chu State, and said: "Those disciples are only at the first or second level of mythology. I don't know why you can feel relieved and send them. Kill Xiang Yan!"

"Master, don't worry. From the beginning to the end, the master has done everything possible. Since the master has done this, there must be his reasons. No matter how worried I am, it will be of no avail!"

Xun Kuang forced a smile, pointed at the main hall, and said, "The enthronement ceremony is less than two hours away. I'm afraid that even His Majesty is not sleeping well!"

Chu Nan just wanted to speak, but saw a young man in light clothes slowly walking out of the hall.

"Your Majesty!" The two of them cupped their hands at the same time.

Ying Zheng waved his hand casually, and said, "You two are not in court at the moment, so you two don't need to be formal!"

As he spoke, he continued to walk forward until he came to the two of them, "Master is right, there are less than two hours before the enthronement ceremony will begin, how can the widow sleep peacefully?"

Xun Kuang smiled lightly and said, "With Mr. here, all kinds of problems are nothing to worry about. Why should your Majesty do this?"

Ying Zheng shook his head and said, "Since Master understands this truth, why worry?"

Chu Nangong on the side suddenly said: "Since your Majesty and Master have something on their minds, why don't you go to the National Teacher's Mansion to have a look!"

At the moment, all three of them were wearing light clothes and walking towards the National Teacher's Mansion.

Ying Zheng didn't bring the imperial guards with him, and if something happened to accompany these two world's top powerhouses, it would be the biggest joke in the world.

The National Teacher's Mansion is not close to the palace, and the three of them walked not fast. They walked for half an hour before arriving at the gate of the National Teacher's Mansion.

Seeing these three people coming, a group of people standing outside the mansion immediately stepped forward to salute.

"Mister's retreat, isn't it over yet?" Ying Zheng asked.

Sheng Qi took a tray from Gan Luo behind him, and on the tray were some fragments of porcelain bottles.

Ying Zheng nodded, and waved Sheng Qi and the others to retreat.

At this time, a few more people came from not far away.

It turned out to be the monarch of the Five Kingdoms!

"See Your Majesty!"

Headed by the king of Wei, everyone saluted one after another.

Ying Zheng raised his eyes and glanced at the five people, and said lightly, "It seems that you are also waiting for an answer!"

King Wei took a deep breath and said, "Your Majesty, we are indeed waiting for your reply. My descendants from the Seven Kingdoms have kept this secret for the world for 800 years, and today we can finally see the final result!"

The people behind them had different expressions, but they all showed a bit of regret.

silence!

No one spoke any more, they could only wait quietly outside the State Teacher's Mansion, a few rays of sunlight faintly appeared in the distant horizon, and faintly, the crowing of roosters could be heard from the people's homes.

The originally clear mist slowly dissipated because of these few rays of sunlight.

God, it's almost dawn!

However, there is still no movement in the National Teacher's Mansion!

King Wei cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, let's go back to the palace first, no matter what, the answer will come to the surface!"

Hearing King Wei's words, Ying Zheng suddenly felt that this sunshine full of hope and vigor made him extremely impatient. He had waited for so many years, but when this day really came, he didn't have it at all. The joy in it.

Among them, not only is there a bit of emptiness, perhaps, there is also a little bit of regret!

"The enthronement ceremony, if there is no husband, what's the point?"

Xun Kuang also stepped forward and cupped his hands, saying: "The people of the world are all looking forward to it, please Your Majesty, put the state affairs first!"

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Ying Zheng looked up at the three big characters of "National Teacher's Mansion" written by himself, and couldn't help sighing. Without saying a word, he turned around and walked towards the palace.

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clang!

The morning bell had just rang, and the Xianyang Palace began to be busy again.