Chapter 319: Regicide and Rebellion

"Thank you for your advice, City Lord!" Ximen Chuxue said softly after a long time.

"Is it worth it?" Tianyu sighed slightly, the sword flashed, and the sword returned to the sheath.

"I have practiced sword for seven years, entered the state of selflessness, and was sincere to the sword, and finally achieved success. After entering the martial arts world, I must fast and bathe before killing people, in order to be sincere to the sword! Everyone killed deserved to be killed, and I never killed innocent people indiscriminately, which is sincerity to people! Sincerity is not a day's cold. Although I died under the sword of the City Lord today, I was sincere to the sword for life and death."

Ximen Chuxue's pale face showed a slight blush, as if he was extremely excited.

Of course, this is also a manifestation of last gasp.

Tianyu's sword has completely broken his heart veins, and even gods can't save him!

But for Ximen Chuxue, this is actually nothing great. Hearing the truth in the morning, he can die in the evening. Life and death are just a small matter.

"Master Ximen is so open-minded, I admire him deeply." Tianyu hugged the sword.

In his eyes, martial arts and swordsmanship are just tools in his hands.

Martyrdom for tools is actually putting the cart before the horse.

But Ximen Chuxue is obviously not the same kind of person as him, so Tianyu did not talk to him about his thoughts.

"It's a pity that I will die soon, otherwise I would have a drink with the city lord to celebrate today's defeat."

Ximen Chuxue laughed loudly, and his long sword turned in the air like a dragon and returned to the scabbard.

The next moment, he was dressed in white, flying in the air, and flew away at a very fast speed.

Although his heart meridian was broken and he was sure to die, he had superb martial arts skills, so he could suppress it temporarily, meet his family, and explain his affairs after his death.

Time is precious, and Ximen Chuxue did not waste time by being too polite.

"Ding, you have killed Ximen Chuxue, the mission is completed. If you kill the remaining targets, you can improve the mission evaluation!"

"Fighting on the top of the Forbidden City, famous all over the world, get 1000 reputation points, current reputation points 7300." The selection space reminded.

Although Ximen Chuxue is still alive and kicking, the selection space has been considered completed. It is estimated that Ximen Chuxue has no possibility of survival in this world by any means.

After all, this is just a martial arts world, not a mythological world like Journey to the West.

In that kind of place, if you take a Nine-Turn Golden Pill, you can recover from being torn to pieces.

Even if you die, you can go to the underworld and pull your soul back.

"See you later, take care of yourself!" Tianyu said calmly, holding the sword.

"See you later!" Ximen Chuxue's voice came from afar.

"Ximen Chuxue."

Lu Xiaofeng sighed, looking at the honest monk with a pale face, feeling a little empty in his heart.

"It is indeed a battle of the ages!" The emperor exhaled slightly, his expression excited.

When Tianyu and Ximen Chuixue fought a decisive battle just now, the sword energy was crisscrossed and soared into the sky.

For martial artists, this kind of grand battle that is rare in a thousand years is naturally not to be missed.

The emperor's status is special. He can only watch while secretly practicing the mysterious skills, pushing his spirit to the limit to prevent sneak attacks and assassinations.

Fortunately, it was safe in the end!

The emperor took a few steps in the air and landed lightly on the ground. The four masters of the palace hurriedly protected him and jumped down together.

The side doors at the four corners of the square opened, and countless imperial guards poured out and gathered around the emperor.

Dozens of long swords shining with cold light faintly formed a sword formation; not far away, the forest of guns and mountains of knives unfolded one after another.

The swordsman reflected the bright moon, and the cold light shone on the iron armor. The majesty and murderous aura in the Forbidden City are by no means comparable to any sect.

Protected by hundreds of people, the emperor relaxed slightly and let out a long breath.

"Your Majesty, how do we deal with those people above?" Wei Ziyun asked.

"Except Lu Xiaofeng and City Lord Ye, all the rest should be arrested and the matter should be investigated thoroughly." The emperor's face sank and he snorted.

The silk that was only circulated in the royal family was also leaked. It was obvious that it was an insider who made trouble. This matter could be big or small, but it made the emperor extremely angry.

"Yes!" Wei Ziyun and the other four bent down slightly at the same time.

But at this moment, the sword flashed, like thunder and lightning!

Although it was night, it suddenly burst out with light like day.

"Old Three, you"

Wei Ziyun and others looked at the rich sword Yin Xian blankly, but saw that he had a sneer on his face, and the long sword in his hand was like autumn water.

The next moment, the emperor's head suddenly flew up and landed more than ten meters away. The headless body stood in place, blood gushing out, which was extremely horrifying.

"Yin Xian, how dare you! You are committing a heinous crime!"

The Desert Eagle Tu Fang and the Star Picker Ding Ao were horrified, their wrists trembled, and their long swords were unsheathed at the same time.

"Anyone who draws a sword in front of me will be killed without mercy!" Yin Xian glanced at them coldly.

Then the sword light flashed again, and Tu Fang and Ao fell on their backs to the ground. A stream of blood gushed out of their throats like a spring. The two died without even a scream.

"You...you are not Yin Xian?"

Wei Ziyun subconsciously stepped back two steps, holding the hilt of the sword, and after hesitating for a while, he did not dare to draw it out.

Tu Fang and Ding Ao were both top masters, but the two of them joined forces and could not catch each other's sword. Obviously, the other party's swordsmanship had reached the realm of the gods, and might not be inferior to Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng just now.

Although his martial arts were much better than Tu Fang and Ding Ao, he had no confidence in winning.

"Yin Xian? He's just this skin left!"

Yin Xian waved his hand and tore off the mask, revealing a strange young face. On his beautiful, sculptured face, he had a cold, conceited, and determined expression, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

"Who are you?" Wei Ziyun was shocked.

"Those who disrespect me will be killed without mercy!" The young man waved his sword again.

Wei Ziyun was shocked when he saw this, and quickly jumped up, unsheathed his sword, and met the young man's sword with his backhand.

The two swords flashed in the air, and with a slight ding, the sword in Wei Ziyun's hand was shattered into countless pieces.

The sword energy of the young man stirred, and it cut through the void like a rain of flowers, chasing Wei Ziyun, piercing his body without any hindrance, leaving a trail of blood.

Wei Ziyun only had time to scream, and was killed the moment he landed.

"Long live the emperor!"

Dozens of people on the top of the hall jumped down and knelt on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, under the leadership of two commanders of the imperial guards, hundreds of imperial guards also knelt down with respectful expressions.

"Today, thanks to you for luring the snake out of its hole, I was able to kill the false emperor and take charge of the throne! I pardon you today and you are innocent, and you can be rewarded according to your merits."

The young man glanced at Tianyu and others on the top of the Golden Palace, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You are the prince of Taiping, Gong Jiu, right?" Tianyu glanced at the young man lightly and asked.

"Lord Ye knows a lot, but after tonight, there will be no more prince of Taiping." Gong Jiu snorted lightly, with a bit of evil on his face.

"Indeed, the prince of Taiping murdered the emperor and treasoned, and he should be punished with nine clans. I am afraid he will not have this title." Tianyu smiled slightly.

"How dare you! I am now the emperor. Since ancient times, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. I just killed the leader of the bandits. What crime have I committed? Ye Gucheng, you are also the city lord. How can you not understand this principle?" Gong Jiu stood with his hands behind his back, with a sneer on his face.

He is a member of the royal family, and his martial arts are the best in the world. In his heart, among all the people present, only Ye Gucheng can talk to him, and all the others are ants.

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit? That makes sense!" Tianyu smiled lightly.

At this time, shouts and killings sounded outside the palace, and flames shot up into the sky.

The sound of fighting continued to come, and it seemed that someone was approaching here quickly. People and horses fell down along the way, and screams continued.

"King of the South? The mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole is behind?" Gong Jiu was slightly startled, and looked forward with a cold look like a knife.