Liu Qifeng died, and died in his always proud blood power.

It was not until his death that he realized: There is no real stubbornness in the world! Just like a spear and a shield, if there is a thicker shield, there will be a sharper spear.

The Eight-Character Sword Skill, the Breaking Skill, is known to tear apart the heaven and earth and cut through the void. Although it is only the first move: breaking through the clouds and fog, the word "Breaking" is also fully revealed in the duel with the Blood Eye.

Liu Qinghuan is still a little convinced that the origin of this sword technique is extraordinary, but it is too difficult to change the sword posture!

The general set of sword techniques is light and agile, while others are heavy, but the sword force is from beginning to end, but it is just a change in the degree and realm. However, the sword force represented by each character is different, but it also requires that the various characters change at will, and it must be smooth and smooth.

If the difficulty of practicing the sword technique is only average, the difficulty of the connection between the characters can only be described as horror. The two character techniques are already so difficult, let alone the whole set of eight characters! It is equivalent to kneading eight sword techniques together. Can you imagine combining "Dugu Nine Swords" and "Tai Chi Sword"?

So no wonder those who practiced this sword technique in the past were either crazy or crazy.

The gray sword drew a half circle in the air and returned to Liu Qinghuan's hand. He looked at the sword body and caused some damage when it faced Liu Qifeng's blood fist, which probably took some time to maintain it.

"Bang!" Liu Qifeng's body finally fell to the ground, making a loud noise, causing everyone to pause for a moment.

"Liu Xian Family..." The prince murmured, looked at Liu Qinghuan angrily, and shouted to the other monks: "Kill him, kill him!"

The old ghost Qu and the charming male cultivator looked at each other and saw frightened in each other's eyes. The prince did not understand, but they knew that Liu Qifeng's strength was still above them, but he was killed so easily. This boy named Liu seemed to be difficult to deal with!

They will appear here because Liu Qifeng has their hands on them, and in the past, there are some favors that he has to pay back, so they come to help. Now that Liu Qifeng is dead, they are not only not sad, but they feel relaxed and happy.

Liu Qinghuan has proved that he is very difficult to deal with. In addition, Lele behind him, Qu Laogui and the male cultivator both understood each other's meaning from each other's eyes, and turned around and ran away without saying a word!

As for the mortal prince who was jumping down, they were too lazy to pay attention.

"Ah, you..." The prince was extremely shocked. Before he could speak, he saw that the other monk he invited escaped.

This is the relationship between monks and mortals. Because of the gap in strength, even mortals are not worth mentioning in the eyes of monks. Therefore, although the prince invited several monks, he was not binding on them. In a blink of an eye, only Master Zhou, who was originally in the palace, was left.

He was sent to the palace of the Song Dynasty by the Guyue Sect and should not have been involved in the dispute over the throne, but the prince took out a thousand-year-old herb to ask him for help. Although the herb was not a spiritual herb, it was quite useful to put it in a thousand-year-old year period.

He was greedy for a moment and was afraid that another cultivator of the Guyue Sect would return to the sect to complain. The cultivator was not allowed to participate in the mortal throne and was also a practice in the world of immortal cultivation, so he simply did not do it and killed the junior brother of the same sect in one fell swoop.

Now that Liu Qinghuan killed Liu Qifei, he scared away the other three, leaving him alone. So Master Zhou wanted to go down and slap the prince with one palm at this moment, but this time the matter was a big loss!

Well, he shouldn't stay here and wait for death. He would still think about how to go back and apologize to the sect. Thinking about it, Master Zhou turned around and left.

The prince was completely stupid now! In a blink of an eye, the killer he prepared ran away without a trace, and only some imperial guards were left under his command, which was a big fuck!

"Hahaha!" The second prince almost broke his anger: "Boss, you have today too! I asked you to believe those unreliable monks, and I deserve it!"

The prince was ruthlessly on the ground, his face was ashes, and he had no response to the second prince's ridicule.

"Ah hahaha, I'm so laughing to death." The second prince couldn't stop laughing, and the soldiers around him also laughed with him.

"Swoosh!" Amid this laughter, there was a faint sound of arrows breaking through the air.

"Haha...uh!" The second prince stopped suddenly, and he suddenly felt a little dazed, slowly lowering his head amid the fear and screams of people around him.

The arrow of an iron arrow penetrated the armor on his left chest, and blood formed a small splash of water, spraying it out "puff".

The second prince opened his mouth and fell down on his back.

The prince looked over and saw this scene. A smile suddenly appeared on his lost face. He first smiled in a low voice, slowly getting bigger, and finally turned into a crazy laugh.

The second prince died, the eldest prince went crazy.

Zhao Xian slowly put down the longbow in his hand.

At this moment, he was filled with all kinds of feelings.

He knew that he had won, but he did not have the ecstasy that he expected. There was some joy, and some inexplicable emotions arose from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't tell the difference clearly and seemed a little dazed.

Year after year, we fought for more than ten years, just for that position. Everything in the past was played back in front of us, how many times we saw through the other party’s conspiracy and plot, and how many times we escaped from death.

The three brothers are not very different in age. After their father was seriously ill, no new brother or sister was born except for them. And they were destined to fight each other at birth, just like nine dogs and one mastiff, with only the last one left.

The royal family has no brothers, and the emperor is alone.

"Yu lang lang...yu lang!" First there was the sound of various weapons being thrown away, and then the sound of heavy armor.

The soldiers who followed him all knelt down at him. Their faces were full of ecstasy. They won, and the sixth prince was going to be the emperor. Those who swear to follow him to the death will have their own officials and their future will be bright.

The people who originally belonged to the crown prince and the second prince stood up as if they were betrayed. When they saw the others kneeling down, they knelt down in panic, and their whole bodies were trembling. They didn't know when the liquidation would fall on their heads.

Zhao Xian looked at Liu Qinghuan in the air, and Liu Qinghuan was also looking down at him, his eyes were calm and his face was neither sad nor happy.

"Congratulations to the Sixth Prince!" A neat voice resounded over the Ming Palace.

The sky to the east was white and it was almost dawn.

Zhao Xian walked towards the hall gate of the Ming Palace step by step. Everyone along the way immediately divided a path, and even the soldiers who had been guarding the Daming Palace stood up, revealing the opened hall gate.

Yue Zhishan, the Minister of the Imperial and Military Affairs, bent over and his bent body did not lift up.

Before entering the palace gate, Zhao Xian looked back. The numerous palaces of the palace looked gorgeous and solemn, and the golden glazed tiles shone brightly in the morning glow.
Chapter completed!