Chapter 597 The Same Scene Character, the Same Sword

Immediately, the formation in the palace reacted, and countless lines fell down shining with starlight, like a virtual palace, pressing towards Xin Haichen.

Xin Haichen is the most important figure in the imperial court's military. Of course he knew the power of this formation. With a muffled snort, the soft armor hidden in his clothes suddenly swelled and turned into a huge puppet, blocking the virtual palace.

Only countless dense sounds were heard, and the puppet collapsed in an instant, but bought some time for Xin Haichen.

The saber intent that came out of his arm was about to cut Jing Yao into two pieces.

Concubine Hu Gui stood in the side hall, looking at the scene over there, her face was pale, she was about to show her tail without caring so much, but was stopped by a hand.

Only a light scratch was heard.

Xin Haichen's long-prepared knife finally landed, but it didn't land on Jing Yao's body, but landed on a white dress.

That white robe was cut with a shallow cut by the knife.

Jing Jiu did not know when he came to the venue.

He stretched out his hand to grab Xin Haichen's throat, and lifted it into the air.

Xin Haichen let out a gloomy and angry howl, his breath was strong, and he clasped his hands together like a fan, intending to smash the opponent's head - he has been tempered for many years in the northern border of the Snow Country, he has an unimaginably strong body, and the strength is as great as a mountain, how can he allow himself to be lifted up like a chicken!

Jing Jiu didn't dodge, and let the opponent's hand fall.

I only heard a loud bang, echoing endlessly in the hall.

Xin Haichen's hand landed on Jing Jiu's face without leaving any marks.

A spark shot out between Jing Jiu's right hand and the man's neck.

There was a click.

Xin Haichen's hands hang down feebly.

Immediately afterwards, his head fell off, he jumped on the ground twice, and then rolled far away.

Jing Jiu withdrew his right hand, caught the falling hair rope in the air, tied his black hair behind his back again, walked among the officials, and came to the outside of the hall.

The first ray of morning light appeared in the east, falling on his face, it was very clear.

Countless suppressed exclamations sounded.

The ministers all guessed his identity, and many of them knelt down to bow down, or call him the head of the house, or call him Jingyang Daoist.

There were still many people who didn't move, just stood there, looking at him with vigilant or terrified eyes.

Master Bai's voice floated over from the Yingtian Gate more than ten miles away.

"According to the rules of the Meihui, the Qingshan sect is not allowed to meddle in the affairs of the royal family, even if you are real Jingyang, let alone you may be just a sword demon."

The ministers thought they were right, even if Jing Jiu was the head of Qingshan or even Jing Jing, how could he interfere with the succession of the throne?

Of course, according to the laws and regulations of the human world, the Zhongzhou faction has no reason to interfere, but the practice world and Chaotian Continent finally implement the rules of Meihui.

Jing Jiu ignored Master Bai and these ministers, and said directly, "Read the edict."

After the words fell, Duke Lu walked out from the ministers, looking haggard and older than usual.

Seeing that it was him, the ministers were a little surprised, and felt that within reason, His Majesty the Emperor's most trusted courtier was him, and it was only natural that the will be in his hands.

Duke Lu took out the will and began to read it, his slightly hoarse voice echoed in the quiet palace.

The content of the first half of the will is normal.

As the world expected, His Majesty the Divine Emperor was said to be located in Prince Jingyao, Duke Lu and Zai Cen were ministers of Gu Ming.

Gu Qing was entrusted with a heavy responsibility in the will, and finally became the real emperor's teacher, which is also expected by people.

But when the edict was read to the end, people realized that the most important thing was here.

Jingyang real person supervises the country!

What shocked people even more was that what was written in His Majesty's imperial edict was not real Jingyang, but... the emperor's uncle Jingyang!

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Countless shocked eyes fell on Jing Jiu.

If he is real Jingyang, then he is still the uncle of His Majesty the Emperor?

Does Master Jingyang actually have such a close relationship with the royal family? Why has no one known about Chaotian Continent for hundreds of years?

Yes, everyone knows that is a scene character.

The scenery of the scenery, the scenery of the scenery, the scenery of Tongying, the scenery of Jinghuang, the scenery of Jingyang.

However...there are so many people with the surname Jing in the world, why is it just the word Jing?

The hall was silent, and no one spoke.

People looked at the white-clothed man in front of the hall in shock, and at this moment they vaguely understood why His Majesty the Divine Emperor had been so close to the Qingshan Sect these years. Some ministers even thought farther back. Was it also related to the Mei Hui six hundred years ago, when the Qingshan sect completely gave up its influence in Chaoge City in order to win the support of the Zhongzhou faction?

Immortal Jingyang was originally an elder of the royal family, so how could the Zhongzhou faction fundamentally control the court?

Standing not far from the throne, Jing Yao listened to his father's imperial edict. He was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses. Subconsciously, he glanced at the side hall and saw his mother nodding. He became more sober and prostrated to Jing Jiu, "Grandson pays respects to the emperor's uncle!"

Jing Jiu didn't look back, and said, "Sit in the seat that belongs to you."

The position belonging to His Majesty the Emperor is naturally the throne.

Jing Yao took a deep breath, supported the sword at his waist, and walked towards the throne, his face was no longer pale, and his expression became more determined.

After many years, there are still not a few ministers and generals in the imperial court who support the Zhongzhou faction and Jing Xin. Even though the voice of Lu Guogong reading the edict seems to be still lingering on the beams, there are still many people who stand up and are ready to stop it.

There were even two generals and several guards who planned to imitate Commander Xin Haichen and kill Jing Yao here even at the risk of being suppressed by the Imperial City formation.

Prime Minister Cen and those courtiers who were about to carry out the last emperor's last edict were extremely angry, and they were ready to take action.

Jing Jiu stood in front of the hall, looked at the Yingtian Gate in the distance, and did not move.

Choke loudly.

Jing Yao's right hand on the hilt was bounced off, and the sword came out of its scabbard!

An extremely cold sword light illuminated the dim palace!

Accompanied by a slight but frightening cutting sound, the sword light traveled through the hall at an unimaginable speed, and could not be seen by the naked eye at all, only one arc after another could be seen!

Wiping, wiping, wiping, those generals and guards stopped in place, and then spider web-like marks appeared on their bodies, and finally turned into blood clots all over the ground!

The cold sword light suddenly disappeared.

Only another choke was heard.

The sword had already returned to the scabbard at Jing Yao's waist.

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In just an instant, those generals and guards with evil intentions and amazing combat power turned into pieces of meat on the ground.

Seeing the blood gradually soaking away, some ministers backed away in horror, some were thoughtful, and more people looked directly at Jing Jiu.

Everyone knows that the sword came from the scabbard around Prince Jingyao's waist, but he was the real sword maker!

What kind of sword is that, it is so terrifying, it kills people invisible, and it has no killing intent, it is indifferent as if it is not in the world.

And no matter how high the level of the sword is, what kind of realm does the swordsman need to be able to instantly kill so many strong men?

The entire cultivation world and even the upper class of the Chaotian Continent know that Jing Jiu is the youngest sea-breaker in the history of practice. The question is, is there such a powerful first-time sea-breaker?

Even if you are really Master Jingyang... When Master Jingyang broke through the first stage of the sea, it was impossible for him to be so powerful!

"This is the Chuzi sword of Nanchong?" Master Bai's voice floated over from Yingtianmen, more than ten miles away.

Jing Jiu corrected, "This is my Chuzi sword."

Countless years ago, when Dao Yuan was about to die, Dao Yuan used the Qingshan Sword Formation to chop off the Dao tree in the south, took the Chuzi sword, and gave it to his favorite apprentice, Sun Jingyang.

Since then, Chuzijian has been in Jingyang's hands.

More than 600 years ago, when he, Taiping, Liu Ci, Yuan Qijing, corpse dog, and demon chicken slaughtered all directions in the green mountains, he used this sword.

When he and Taiping went to destroy the Xuanyin Sect's ancestral altar, they still used this sword.

Until more than 300 years ago, the former God Emperor faked his death and fled to Guocheng Temple to become a monk.

Three hundred years later, the God Emperor lent the Chuzi Sword to Zhao Layue, killed Luo Huainan, and was buried under a tree by Liu Shisui, which indirectly led to the death of Xi Wangsun and the destruction of Yuntai.

Afterwards, Chu Zijian was sent to Xihai Sword Sect by Guodong, which led to the destruction of Xihai Sword Sect.

In the end, the sword returned to Qingshan, and returned to Jing Jiu's hands.

A few years ago, the Divine Emperor made Jingyao the crown prince, and he sent the Chuzi sword as a gift to the palace again.

Chu Zijian's experience is extremely bizarre. He has changed hands many times over the millennium, and those people and sects who have owned him have no good end in the end, which looks quite ominous.

Jing Jiu didn't think so, because those unlucky people were his enemies, and it was just like what he said to Bai Zhenren.

This was originally his sword.

Even the longest sword he has used.

So today in the battle for the throne in Chaoge City, the first sword he used was the Chuzi Sword.

When you draw your sword, you will see blood.

I also want to see you.

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Jing Yao walked up to the throne, and no one could stop him from sitting down now.

He didn't sit down, but looked at Jing Jiu at the entrance of the hall.

Jing Jiu took two steps outside the hall, and sat down on the steps, with his right hand resting on his knee, in a very casual posture, as if he was fishing by the water.

A few days ago, he sat and chatted with the emperor's nephew here, using the same posture.

Jing Yao looked at the scene, his eyes were a little wet, he sucked his nose, and sat on the throne.

It was just such a simple sitting, and his aura suddenly became different from before, not more sacred and majestic, but calmer and more determined.

Led by Lu Guogong, many ministers and generals knelt on the ground, shouting long live.

Some ministers stood there silently, neither moving nor speaking.

The sound of Shan Huan live spread outside the hall, startling the early birds, their wings pierced the morning wind, and they made a rustling sound, gradually flying higher and higher.

The square in front of the main hall was already extremely wide. After the imperial city formation was opened, it felt even more boundless. The line of sight could not see the edge, as if it was tens of miles wide.

There is no one in such a vast and boundless square, only a small sedan chair with a green curtain stands there alone.

Outside the imperial city, the morning clouds are getting thicker, the morning glow is getting brighter, and more than a dozen cloud boats are becoming clearer, which is quite sacred.

Yi Mao Zhai's bitter boat is a little farther away.

Chaoge City was quiet.

In the sky outside the city, I don't know how many practice sects and experts are coming.

Jing Jiu sat on the stone steps, quietly watching all this.

Then, the real talker arrives.

This time, he didn't stand up to greet her.