The Mad Prince of Tang Dynasty, Inheritance of the Sword Saint at the Beginning

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Amidst the discussion, everyone looked at Li Chengqian, who was begging for mercy in embarrassment. He was walking in the direction of Wan Daozong where the prince was.

At the same time, Li Kuan found the snake and scorpion and asked him to take the tiger charm and lead the soldiers to Lijingmen.

"Du Ruhui is dead, and the dragons have no leader, but the prisoners are fighting for their lives. In order to survive, they must huddle together and use whatever means they can."

"If General Qin led his troops to attack, even though the heavily armored soldiers were strong, they would suffer a lot of losses."

Femme fatale nodded, Yu Chigong was puzzled.

Even though the snakes and scorpions are strong, they are only one person, how to deal with the crowd of Li Jingmen.

Without waiting for doubts, suddenly, the wind and sand rose, and one by one, the soldiers came out of the wind and sand, tall and majestic, with a galloping momentum, and everyone was a good general in the army.

Yuchi Gong's eyes widened.

Li Kuan explained to him.

"This is another kind of fairy power that can summon heroes."

Heroes. . .

It really lives up to its name.

The snake and scorpion put on the cloak and galloped away with the soldiers.

Murong Yue and Sun Simiao stood still watching this scene, obviously terrified.

When the matter of Li Jingmen is dealt with and Datang is temporarily stable, he can also take a short rest and plan strategies behind the scenes.

When they arrived at the Shengru Hall, Li Kuan continued to draw the map, while Sun Simiao and Murong Yue watched from left to right.

At this moment, Fang Yiai walked in hurriedly.

"His Royal Highness, Li Chengqian is here."

Li Kuan was puzzled.

"What is he doing here?"

Fang Yi Ai said.

"Your Majesty sent him here to apologize with death."

Chapter 190: Li Jing's Gate is Dead!

Li Kuan was shocked!

What kind of dream did the system make Li Shimin have, and asked him to send his own son over to kill him, no matter how bad he was, he would still be a prince.

Although he has the ability to enter dreams, Li Kuan can't control dreams, he can only roughly express what he thinks in his mind, and let the system manipulate it later.

So Li Kuan didn't know what Li Shimin dreamed about.

Sun Simiao was taken aback for a moment, knowing that Li Kuan had done this, he advised him.

"Brother Hand Blade, if it is recorded by someone with a heart, it will be left in history in the future, and I am afraid it will be criticized by others."

Li Kuan said with a sneer.

"Criticism? Are you saying that I am crazy or that I am tyrannical? It doesn't matter if there is one more."

"History is always written by the victors, and I am the victor."

Sun Simiao didn't say anything more, Li Kuan's words were not without reason.

A moment later, Li Chengqian's cries were heard in the Holy Confucian Hall.

As soon as he entered the palace, Li Chengqian, who used to be invincible in the past, knelt down with a look of embarrassment, and said bitterly.

"Second brother, His Royal Highness, my good brother, please spare my life."

"I don't want the position of prince anymore, as long as you save my life, gold, silver, treasures, beautiful wives and concubines are all yours, I will give them to you."

Li Kuan put down the brush in his hand, looked at Li Chengqian expressionlessly, and said.

"dream!"

As he said that, a sword energy shot out from his eyes.

In the next second, sword energy rushed into Li Chengqian's head from between his brows, and there was only a soft bang, and there was a headless corpse in the Holy Confucian Hall.

Looking at the headless corpse of his comrade, Li Kuan's face remained unchanged, and he said extremely coldly.

"Drag it on."

Fang Yiai obeyed the order to drag Li Chengqian's body away.

Sun Simiao looked at the headless corpse that was taken away, the long bloodstain made him silent, the emperor is ruthless, it has been like this for thousands of years.

If Li Kuan didn't have the protection of the immortals, he might have died dozens of times by now.

Then, Li Kuan drew the map calmly, and Murong Yue was beside him to help grind it, a handsome young girl, a beautiful painting.

In Lijing's gate.

Hei Jia, Wu Ying, Poison Gu, Zai Yi and others had complexions as gloomy as water, as if black ink would drip out at any moment.