Chapter 280 Imperial Wind

Chapter 280 Emperor's Dao and Emperor's Style

With a thought, he drew out that Yuan Yi sword, which was fixedly suspended in front of him.

Zong Shou once again began to recall the secret books that recorded the emperor's martial arts that he had read in his previous life.

The four-stroke boxing style suspected to be created by Zong Weiran is actually not complete, and its power is not too strong. The last time was just because it was multiplied with Wudinglinghuangjue, so it could be used immediately. Only then did this set of boxing techniques be temporarily changed to sword techniques.

In fact, there are many flaws, Xue Moyan and Wuye are because they have not reached the peak state. Even if he saw a flaw, he couldn't use it, so he was killed by crushing.

As for Zongzheng, it was because of his surprise. If they want to fight again, if this person sees through his falsehood, at least he can retreat completely.

Even if he uses Wang Dao martial arts, he can completely defeat Zongzheng in terms of strength, it is the same.

"This is the book, Difeng—"

Paragraphs of words flowed in Yue Yu's mind. The selected book of Emperor's Dao Kung Fu is just two short words——Difeng

There are not many royal ways and secret martial arts in the cloud world. There are more than a dozen dynasties in the Central Continent, plus five continents and twelve islands. There are only a few hundred kingdoms that are qualified to use the royal way and martial arts. Completely preserved, fewer in number,

However, with the addition of those passed down from other worlds, there are a large number of them.

As for the book Zong Shou chose, its power is not too strong, and its speed of cultivation is also moderate. The only advantage is that Zhongzheng is peaceful, and the impact on the true energy and spirit is the least.

After making a decision, Zong Shou didn't hesitate anymore, and with the help of the zither sound, he entered the mysterious and mysterious state again.

The thoughts in the brain are running at nearly ten times the speed of usual. And the Yuan Yijian in front of him also changed little by little.

Use the sword instead of the body to practice the emperor's martial arts. This technique needs to be reconsidered in many places.

But at this moment, Zong Shou didn't seek to be perfect, without any hidden defects. As long as this number is within, it can be effective.

And this whole set of "Emperor Wind" is divided into thirteen layers. It should be the royal martial art of a great empire in another world, with only one to nine levels, it can correspond to the ninth level below the immortal way.

Zong Shou himself has a foundation in this mouthful sword, which is equivalent to the realm of night tour. The first and second floors were completed almost instantly.

It wasn't until the fourth and fifth floors that some obstacles appeared. An hour later, it was still completed.

And at this moment, there seems to be a word condensed on the blade of the sword. If you look carefully, you can see the word 'king' indistinctly.

As soon as this character is gathered, there is a huge pressure, covering the martial arts room, filling hundreds of feet.

At the beginning, it was uncontrollable, like a Tyrannosaurus rushing around, rolling around. The stony ground is crushed piece by piece. Even the beams of the house were smashed into pieces, and countless dust fell from the roof.

When reaching the sixth floor, Zong Shou stopped decisively.

This Emperor's Martial Arts is different from ordinary martial arts, the practice does not depend on aptitude, but depends on the status of the country.

If the practitioner can master the martial arts, and the country is strong, the national power is at its peak. Then within two to three months, it is possible to cultivate to the peak of the thirteenth floor.

When a teenage boy succeeds to the throne, he will become an emperor who is qualified to slaughter the peak martial arts in an instant. And in some big countries, a child of three or five years old, after inheriting the throne, can also master amazing power under the influence of blood, and there is no need to practice at all.

With the royal energy gathered in Qiantian Mountain City, Zong Shou is sure that within a month, he will directly reach the seventh level, and even if it takes a few months, it is not a luxury to break into the eighth level. In other words, he needs another one. After a month, he will be able to compete with the seventh-level day-traveling spiritualist Tianwei Wuzong.

Of course, they can only show their power in the three-acre land of Qiantian Mountain City. The power of a country, the aura of kingship is the strongest only in the capital city, or some places with dense spiritual veins in the territory. The farther away from the capital, the weaker it is.

Therefore, the capital of a country is the place where the selected 'dragon veins' gather. But every son of heaven never leaves the capital lightly, and never goes abroad. Once you leave, no matter how great your ability is, it will be limited and reduced, and even the dragon will be trapped in the shallows.

After completing the seventh floor of "Emperor Wind", Zong Shou is confident that he can avoid this catastrophe. But the time is not urgent now, just need to complete it before that Heavenly Martial Ancestor, or even a strong Martial Ancestor, comes to trouble him.

The most urgent task at the moment is to build a solid embankment to prevent the erosion of the kingly spirit.

Frowning tightly, Zong Shou meditated for a moment, and began to construct runes again within the blade of Yuan Yijian.

The first one is Ting, hoping to rely on the power of Thunder to block it. The second one is the incomplete 'clean'. When a few real treasures and spiritual taboos have just been printed on them.

Zong Shou felt a tyrannical force and crushed it instantly. It is the power of the country, and it is also the true talisman of Wang Qi, so there is no right to restrain it at all

"It seems that several government decrees yesterday made the kingly aura in this sword boil. It has not increased, but it has become more condensed. Am I trapped in a cocoon? It's annoying, this Mingjun really can't be—"

Opening his eyes with a sad face, Zong Shou looked around and saw outside the window that it was already late at night. Then there was another 'huh', and he looked at the sword in front of him, whose image had changed drastically.

It's just that the royal air inside suddenly began to shrink and dormant, and fell silent. The pressure gathered in the hall by his Yuan Yi sword suddenly began to dissipate, which surprised Zong Shou.

Another name for Wang Dao Qi is Dragon Qi. The dragon is majestic and proud, representing the emperor. If it can be made to restrain its minions and be willing to respect, it means that the country is in great decline, or there is a powerful person recognized by the world, at least it is far above Lingwu Zun or even the immortal way. And it seems that he has no evil intentions towards Qiantian Mountain City, let alone hide it.

A strong man of that level can crush the dragon energy formed in Qiantian Mountain City with just one thought.

After thinking for a moment, Zong Shou's expression became strange.

"Could it be that my future backer has finally arrived? Cangshengdao and Jianzong finally divided the outcome? Grass, can't you come a little earlier? After learning this imperial style, it's hard to regret—"

For a while, I wished I could beat my chest and fall my feet. The five layers of "Emperor Wind" have contaminated Yuan Yijian. If I want to clear it up in the future, the price I need to pay is ten times that of the previous one.

The sound of the piano continued, but Zong Shou had no intention of taking advantage of it. Depressedly, he pushed the door open, only to see that Xuan Yunlan was still something I forgot. There are only two jade hands, but they are covered with blood.

The jade man playing the piano is originally an extremely beautiful and eye-catching scenery. And at this moment, Xuan Yunlan's fingertips were covered with scars, and bones could be seen vaguely inside. It seems that instead of feeling beautiful, it is a little scary.

Zong Shou pursed his lips, then used spiritual methods to gather spiritual energy, made a ball of cold water, and poured it on the top of Xuan Yunlan's head.

The latter really woke up and glared at Zong Shou. Beside the latter, there were a few large characters: "Enough is enough, enough is enough, too much is too late"

Xuan Yunlan was regretful and unwilling, but one day playing the piano, her soul power in her body nearly doubled. Maybe tomorrow, the cultivation base can break through to the peak of Huanyang. At this moment, he was slightly surprised. After thinking deeply, I felt that the breath in my body was indeed a little floating. With admiration in his eyes, he stood up and bowed deeply to Zong Shou.

"Yunlan would like to thank Junshang Chengquan for his guidance today, I am very grateful. If Junshang hadn't woken up in time, Yunlan would have almost gone astray—"

Zong Shou blinked, it was really hard to say that he was actually jealous, so he splashed Xuan Yunlan awake with water.

At the moment, he waved his hand pretentiously, smiled dumbly, and was about to step out of the door. There was a warning sign in my heart, but at this moment, it suddenly rose.

Then the next moment, there was a loud 'boom'.

This martial arts room collapsed unexpectedly. Zong Shou couldn't dodge at all, first he was hit hard by the bricks and tiles on his head, and then the sky was filled with smoke and dust.

After the dust had cleared away, Zong Shou's body was all grayish yellow. There are only two eyes left on the face, looking at the sky speechlessly.

This God, I don't know if he can make him more unlucky?

Xuan Yunlan in the distance was stunned when she saw Zongshou's strength, so she should have avoided it easily.

But Chuxue woke up with sleepy eyes, looked at it in a daze, and yawned indifferently: "This time, the whole house collapsed? Young master, you used that lucky character again." gone?"

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Just at midnight, a young man dressed in a blue Confucian shirt stepped into Qiantian Mountain City.

Although the city gate was closed, it couldn't stop the figure of the young man in Confucian shirt, he just regarded it as a thing, and stepped onto the fifty-foot-high city in one step.

As soon as he arrived on the city wall, he saw Zhao Yanran waiting at the side with a solemn expression.

Seeing this young man coming, he immediately saluted: "Yan Ran pays homage to Your Honor."

If it is Zong Shou at this moment, or Lei Dong is here. It must have turned pale with shock, Zhao Yanran, who has always shown others frivolously and recklessly, turned out to be a lady from a great family. Words and deeds are all gentle and polite.

The young man in the Confucian shirt smiled, waved his hand casually, and lifted him up: "You are Zhao Yanran? I know the personality of your disciples of the Seven Spirits Sect. Be casual and don't need to be restrained."

Although there are teams of soldiers patrolling here, they are completely unaware of the two talking.

Then the young man looked at the entire Qiantian Mountain City, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's so quiet, but there's a curfew in this Qiantian Mountain City?"

Zhao Yanran nodded immediately: "Two days after Zongshou succeeded to the throne, the curfew began. There are also several government orders, such as dispelling and sealing up all brothels in the city. But Zhao Yanran doesn't understand state affairs, and doesn't know good or bad. "

After the young man in Confucian shirts heard the words, he also shook his head slightly, and he didn't care about it. In his impression, things like curfew do more harm than good. Zong Shoucai came to the throne not long ago, there may be other reasons.

"However, the dragon spirit in this place is a sign of a high-spirited rise. Hehe, it probably scared it."

Another step down, onto the street. I saw that the two sides were neat. The style of the building is not like the wild land, but it is similar to Middle Earth.

Just as he was about to go directly to the top of the mountain, the eyes of the young man in Confucian shirts were suddenly attracted by a line of writing that he saw from the corner of his eye.

Looking closely, it was a notice board, nailed with several animal skins full of words.

Chapter 280 Emperor's Dao Emperor Style

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