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Chapter 351 The Truth Comes Out
Qin Chuan's swordsmanship is so domineering and unreasonable. With a single sword, it is like a gold and iron horse on the battlefield. The mighty sword light splits Qin Chong into two without any hindrance.

"Prince!"

The guards cried out in misery, their eyes were like fire, they all rushed forward one after another, their eyes were like fire, they rushed forward and shouted: "We will fight you!"

Qin Chuan smiled disdainfully, his face full of complacency.

Once the eldest brother dies, no matter how reluctant the father is, the crown prince must be his.

The third brother is weak and the fourth brother is incompetent.

But something strange happened suddenly to Qin Chuan. Qin Zhong, who was split into two by the Dragon-Slaying Sword, suddenly turned into talismans floating in the air.

The square was suddenly rained with talismans.

Those confidant generals who followed Qin Chuan were directly killed by those talismans.

Blood stained the ground red.

"A bunch of trash!"

Qin Chuan slashed through the talismans with his sword, and frowned as he watched all the confidant generals who died under the talismans.

When he is nervous, he likes to scold people.

The prince's guards were dumbfounded, not knowing what was going on.

The guards at the gates of the inner city were frightened out of their wits when they heard the movement.

What frightened them even more was that on the avenue of Xuanwumen, the commander of the Imperial Forest Army had arrived.

They already knew the truth without saying a word. The sound of the knife cutting into the bones was harsh and creaking, like the sound of mice gnawing at wood.

Qin Chuan naturally heard it too.

He couldn't believe it. How did he lose?

No, he didn't lose, as long as he killed the eldest brother, he didn't lose.

The red light of the Buddhist beads floating above the palace sprinkled outside the inner city of Xuanwumen, and the imperial forest soldiers were all reduced to ashes and ashes under the light.

"The prince is still in the East Palace."

The voice of the young monk sounded in Qin Chuan's ears.

Qin Chuan nodded, and with a little bit of his right foot, he rushed towards the East Palace like an arrow flying off the string, like the wind and electricity.

The young monk has no way to help, he can only rely on his full dragon energy to block Suning's terrifying sword perception.

However, his dragon spirit is gradually weakening, while Suning's kendo is improving step by step, one ebbs and another.

On the face of the young monk, faint scales gradually appeared, like a polished bronze mirror, which was a harbinger of the backlash of the dragon's energy.

"It's ridiculous, do you think King Xin can kill the prince?" Suning put down his wine glass and said from his heart.

"You can try it." The young monk's voice was low and uncomfortable, like a bamboo about to break.

The Prince's Mansion in the Eastern Palace was shaken, and a sword light directly pierced through the gate of the mansion, and Qin Chuan rushed into the Prince's Mansion covered in blood.

Along the way, he beheaded and killed all those who stood in his way, with arms chopped off arms, legs chopped off thighs, the sky was dark, and blood flowed like rivers.

Qin Chuan rose up in a flash, and landed outside the water pavilion of the Prince's Mansion like a shooting star.

Wufu's perception of energy allows him to perceive the prince's location within the time of a cup of tea.

In the waterside pavilion, Qin Zhong was carefully reading through a copy of "The Book of Boxing", and didn't care about Qin Chuan's arrival at all.

Qin Chuan didn't talk nonsense, his figure fell for a moment, and he fell with a sword.

There was a loud bang, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

The water pavilion slowly collapsed in the smoke and dust.

"how is this possible!"

In the smoke and dust, a figure flew out and hit the rockery. His clothes were torn and his flesh was bloody. It was Qin Chuan.

After the smoke and dust cleared away, Qin Chong looked down at the bleeding fist, and muttered to himself: "After all, I still underestimated you, second brother."

Qin Chuan couldn't accept it. How could the elder brother, who had always been weak, be a martial artist, and a martial artist superior to him.

"Nothing is impossible." Qin Zhong put the book in his arms, walked slowly to Qin Chuan, and said sympathetically, "This is the difference between you and me, ninth-level martial artist, you are only third-level, but I have already It’s the second grade.”

"I've never seen you practice before." Qin Chuan still didn't believe it.

Qin Chong smiled and said: "Reading can also practice martial arts. Second brother, everything in the world, and anything can be regarded as a practice."

"I see."

Qin Chuan smiled miserably, he could no longer hold the Dragon Slaying Sword.

His internal organs have been shattered by Qin Zhong's majestic Gang Qi. If he hadn't protected his heart with a breath of true Qi, he would have died long ago.

Qin Chong sighed with his hands behind his back: "Second brother, since you are about to die, elder brother will tell you the truth. If it was not for the sake of my father, elder brother, I would not show weakness like this."

When Qin Chuan heard this, his face was full of bitterness.

That's all!

He originally thought that his elder brother was a nerd, but now it seems that he is the real nerd.

Qin Chuan was relieved.

There was neither sadness nor joy on Qin Chong's face.

……

Thirty Buddhist beads were suspended above the palace, and as the red light flowed, each of the beads instantly turned into huge beads comparable to meteors, covering the sky and the sun, and the palace suddenly darkened, like nightfall.

"Goodbye." The young monk said softly, and slowly lowered his raised right hand.

After he sensed that King Xin had been punched and killed by the prince, he knew he had lost completely.

Therefore, he can only choose to die with Suning, or let Suning kill him.

Escaping, there is no escaping, he is no longer separated from the palace.

The red Buddha beads, which were like falling stars, fell rapidly, and the wind pressure caused directly caused the glazed tiles of the palace to shatter one after another. On the lotus pond in the imperial garden, the lotus flowers sank into the pond.

In the courtyard of the Imperial Garden, seeing this scene, he casually opened the gourd for raising swords, and silently said "raise the sword".

A series of flying swords and gourds flew out, densely packed, forming a sword formation like a city wall over the palace, blocking the thirty huge Buddhist beads.

The maids, guards, and eunuchs in the palace stood there and looked up, staring at this majestic scene with shock, dumbstruck.

The huge sword net array directly wrapped the thirty huge Buddha beads, and then lifted them up.

The young monk looked indifferent.

He already knows his future path, but the master will avenge him.

"Can you dare to fight?"

The young monk with his eyes closed crossed his hands, a red swastika Buddha light appeared behind his back, appeared on the Buddhist beads wrapped in a sword net, and transmitted the message.

Suning instantly appeared in front of the young monk, Xuanyuan Sword in hand, and said with a smile: "It's disrespectful."

The young monk clasped his hands together and said, "My little monk, Wangchen, comes from Lanke Temple."

Suning said indifferently: "Traveler, Suning."

After declaring themselves to each other, Wangchen put away the beads and hung them in the air to turn them into a sword with beads.

Su Ning silently retracted the sword, and Wan Dao Feijian rushed back to Yangjian Gourd.

Wang Chen held the Buddha Pearl Sword, his eyes were still closed, the Buddha light of the swastika on his back suddenly swept out, and fell on the top of Su Ning's head, shining everywhere.

Su Ning cut through the Buddha's light with a sword at will.

However, the Buddha's light was mixed with dragon energy, and the fish walking into the water caught Suning off guard.

However, the sword energy around Suning was too abundant, and the dragon energy was destroyed by the overflowing sword energy without getting close.

Wangchen regards death as home, and his whole body is filled with blood.

Suning was stunned.

Even if he didn't know about Lanke Temple's exercises, he could still see that it was a life-burning exercise.

There is a saying in Buddhism called sacrificing one's body to subdue demons.

Wangchen was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his aura continued to rise, and the huge coercion even caused the clouds over the palace to scatter directly.

Suning had no choice but to manifest the way of the sword, turning into snow-white clouds, grazing Wangchen's terrifying aura.

Wangchen's aura is overbearing, like an Asura, as if he is in hell, with mountains of swords and seas of fire and endless souls.

He was bleeding from all his orifices, but his eyes were extremely happy.

Wangchen opened his eyes.

Zen with eyes closed!
The moment Wangchen opened his eyes, Suning immediately realized that the other party was practicing closed-eyes Zen, one of the three major Zen techniques of Lanke Temple.

Wang Chen's aura rose again, which surprised Suning a little. It is actually very difficult for a peak cultivator to improve his cultivation base, and it is often very difficult to distinguish between life and death in the battle of the peak.

Unless two peak cultivators join forces, even in a one-on-one peak battle, even if one side wins, it will cost a lot. Of course, for Suning's realm, there is no such possibility. Apart from the peak Wei Changjiu, no one can beat him.

However, Wang Chen's desperate blow at the cost of his life really cannot be underestimated by Suning.

The two fell slowly.

Wangchen held the Buddhist beads sword tightly, and for some reason, he said with emotion: "Maybe I will talk a lot now, but please listen."

Suning didn't know what the monk in front of him would say, but he still nodded, because the other person's expression seemed to be confessing his last words.

The dead are great.

Wangchen murmured: "When I was very young, my parents died because of bandits. I was rescued by an eminent monk. He was the protector monk of Lanke Temple. Now he has become a golden statue. An Arhat."

It's a clichéd story, but it's also very common. Life is often so simple, and there are too few complicated lives.

Wang Chen said with joy in his eyes: "Before Master became a golden arhat, it was the happiest day in my life. At that time, Master took me to subdue demons and subdue demons. I felt that life was full of meaning, and I was the light of the righteous way." .”

After saying this, he paused and said with lowered eyes: "But after Master became a golden Arhat, I discovered that what Master did was just a group of obedient people under his strength. When it was my turn, I discovered that, Everyone was laughing, laughing at my overestimation, even the people I saved were laughing."

"Tell me, why on earth do I do these good things? Why? What are they, and why is this world so disappointing?"

Wang Chen's expression suddenly turned ferocious, full of disappointment with this world, "So, I want to kill, kill them all, and in the end, I also become the person I hate the most. The fault is not me, but the world."

When Su Ning heard this, he felt a little ridiculous.

He looked at Wangchen and said: "Your experience may make people a little regretful, but have you ever reflected on it? You know, maybe the world is disappointing, but this is not the reason for you to eat shit."

Naturally, Wang Chen would not be overwhelmed by Suning's few words, but after hearing Suning's words, he was greatly moved.

The once benevolent mage Wangchen is now a puppet. It's a bit ironic, but once he steps into the devil's way, he has no chance to stand up!
Wangchen didn't get angry, but did something.

The crimson moonlight of the Buddha Pearl Sword suddenly shone.

Suning held the sword across his body, and the way of the sword manifested a phantom of a desolate and simple Great Wall.

This sword is a sword that Wangchen has practiced all his life. Even if the palace has a guardian formation of the national teacher, all the houses within a radius of one mile are still wiped out in the red blood light.

Smoke and dust filled the sky.

In the wind, you can hear some sounds like iron pickaxes digging.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud noise like a landslide, and the entire palace was constantly shaking.

There were also some impacts outside the palace, but fortunately the guardian formation absorbed all the aftermath of the battle between the two.

Qin Chong's eyes turned around, looking at the smoky and dusty Royal Orchard, he shook his head and sighed.

Fighting at that level is beyond his reach.

He is the second rank of martial arts, but he also knows that he is doomed to stay at the second rank of martial arts, such is the case with heretics, but his future emperor is destined not to become a monk, so there is no problem.

A powerful aura shot up into the sky, and the smoke and dust scattered, accompanied by some gravel.

Qin Zhong waved his hand to block the gravel, glanced at Qin Chuan's body, shook his head, and instantly held Qin Chuan's body in his left hand and the Dragon Slaying Sword in his right, preparing to get as far away from that battlefield as possible.

The kendo of Suning's Hengduan Mountain is manifested as a tower that has withstood the wind and frost, representing a kind of persistence, a kind of domineering spirit, and a kind of spirit.

He handed out a sword, but he didn't expect that his swordsmanship had reached such a high level.

Maybe he has been at ease in Kyoto for too long, and he no longer cares about the extent of his sword practice.

Wangchen's full blow hit the Great Wall of Swordsmanship, as if blood from the battlefield was spilled on it.

The Great Wall will never fall, no matter how powerful the attack is, it can only leave traces on it.

Wangchen was terrified, and Suning's figure gradually overlapped with Wei Changjiu's.

He was glanced at by Wei Changjiu once, and he seemed a little bit dead, but Wei Jiujiu was merciful, thinking that his plan would have no effect on him at all, and he could even advance Shanhelou.

Now, watching that sword manifested, Wang Chen fell into fear.

Maybe he has been paying attention to Suning's realm, but ignored the way of swordsmanship. Now that the snow-white sword energy is just Suning's random strike, but he regards it as Suning's full blow, which is really ridiculous.

Wangchen smiled miserably, his whole body was filled with blood, and the Buddha bead sword in his hand turned into streaks of blood, looking like a rain of blood.

Suning's Great Wall of Swordsmanship gradually melted in this rain of blood.

This surprised him a little.

Because he saw a kind of attachment.

Naturally, Suning would not feel any fear, but he was a little puzzled. Wang Chen could escape, even if he ended up miserable, but why was he so persistent in sending him to death.

A peak monk is not so easy to subdue, and the person behind the scenes must be extremely powerful.

Su Ning lifted the sword, and faintly felt a breath coming towards him.

When he dispersed that breath, many changes took place.

He lost his mind for a moment.

The hostility and murderous aura erupted completely.

Suning's Xuanyuan Sword, the brilliant golden sword is as imposing as a broken bamboo and melts the blood.

Wangchen's aura was chopped into countless pieces, which fell like snowflakes, but the red snowflakes were extremely shocking.

However, Suning did not have the joy of victory. He suppressed the murderous aura and hostility in his heart, and frowned: "The cultivation of the person behind the scenes may not be so terrible, but why is his way so evil? This feeling is not so strong even in the underworld. , could it be a demon?"

Shaking his head, Su Ning felt a little ridiculous, the magic way had already been destroyed by the god way, how could it exist.

However, the uneasiness in Suning's heart did not disappear, but became more and more intense.

……

Four hours later, the tragic battle in Kyoto came to an end, and King Xin's Tiance Mansion was killed.

The emperor felt deeply incompetent and prepared to abdicate in March.

However, Meiren Pei was not executed after all.

This is a sign of doom.

Suning didn't have those thoughts of the prince, he just didn't understand the reason why those people made such a shocking situation.

One month later, Wei Changjiu returned, and within a month, the Shanhe Building was established.

Wei Changjiu soared up in the daytime, and a golden sword energy shot up into the sky, like a rainbow penetrating the sun, which lasted for a long time.

This scene recorded in history has been copied by countless painters.

Suning can also feel that he is only one step away from becoming a fairy.

But he couldn't perceive what was this step away.

Indistinct, indistinct.

However, on the third day after Wei Jiujiu's ascension, a shocking change occurred in the Longyuan Dynasty.

It may be because of becoming an immortal, due to some divine rules, Wei Changjiu's Dao Dao fruit fell into the world and was hidden in the Longyuan Dynasty.

This Dao fruit even carried the national destiny of the Longyuan Dynasty.

Countless monks were dispatched one after another.

Even the Four Great Immortal Sects are extremely coveted.

The reason for killing the immortals is even more sufficient. Wei Jiujiu was the one who killed the immortals, so his items are also owned by the immortals.

Human monks and monster races are intriguing and turbulent.

But they forgot to ask Suning, who has become the most powerful person in the world, what to do?
(End of this chapter)