Eternal Tranquility

Liu Qifeng died because of his always proud blood elephant skill.

It was not until his death that he understood: There is no real indestructibility in the world! Just like a spear and a shield, the thicker the shield, the sharper the spear.

The Po Zi Jue of the Eight-Character Sword Technique is said to be able to tear the heaven and the earth and cut through the void. Although it is only the first form: rushing through the clouds and fog, the word "breaking" is also fully revealed in the duel with the Blood Elephant Technique.

Liu Qinghuan now really believes that the origin of this sword technique is extraordinary, but it is too difficult to change the sword's power!

Generally speaking, the whole set of sword techniques, some are light and some are heavy, but the sword power is the same from beginning to end, it is just a change in degree. However, in the Eight-Character Sword Art, each character represents a different sword force, but it also requires the various characters to be changed at will, and it must be smooth and smooth.

If the difficulty of practicing the sword art is only average, then the difficulty of changing the connections between words can only be described as terrifying. It is so difficult to combine two characters, let alone eight characters in the whole set! It is equivalent to kneading eight sword techniques together. Can you imagine practicing "Dugu Nine Swords" and "Tai Chi Sword" together?

So it's no wonder that people who practiced this sword technique in the past were either crazy or insane.

The small gray sword made a half circle in the air and returned to Liu Qinghuan's hand. He looked at the blade of the sword and saw that it had been slightly damaged when it collided with Liu Qifeng's bloody fist. It probably needed some time to heal.

"Bang!" Liu Qifeng's body finally fell to the ground, making a huge noise and making everyone pause for a moment.

"Liu Xian's family..." The prince murmured, looked at Liu Qinghuan angrily, and shouted to the other monks: "Kill him, kill him!"

Qu Laogui and the charming male cultivator looked at each other, and both saw fear in each other's eyes. The prince, as a mortal, didn't understand, but they knew that Liu Qifeng was still stronger than the two of them, but he was killed so easily. This boy named Liu seemed to be difficult to deal with!

They appeared here because Liu Qifeng had something to do with them, and he did have some favors to repay in the past, so he came to help. Now that Liu Qifeng is dead, not only are they not sad, but they feel relaxed and happy.

Liu Qinghuan has proven that he is difficult to deal with, and with Lele behind him, Qu Laogui and the male cultivator both understood each other's meaning from each other's eyes, and turned around and ran away without saying a word!

As for the mortal prince jumping around below, they didn't even bother to pay attention to him.

"Ah, you guys..." The prince was extremely shocked. Before he could finish his sentence, he saw that the other monk he had invited also fled.

Such is the relationship between monks and mortals. Because of the difference in strength, mortals, even the royal family, are not worth mentioning in the eyes of monks. Therefore, although the prince invited several monks, he had no binding force on them. In a blink of an eye, only Zhou Guoshi was left in the palace.

He was sent to the Song Dynasty palace by the Gu Yue Sect, and he should not get involved in the struggle for the throne, but the prince took out a thousand-year-old medicinal herb and begged him. Although the herb is not a spiritual herb, it has been around for thousands of years, so it is quite useful.

He was greedy for a moment and was afraid that another Gu Yue Sect monk would return to the sect and file a complaint. It is also a common practice in the world of immortality that monks are not allowed to participate in the fight for the throne in the mortal world, so he simply did not stop and killed the fellow disciple in one fell swoop with a sneak attack.

Now Liu Qinghuan killed Liu Qifei and scared away the other three, leaving him alone. Therefore, Zhou Guoshi wanted to go down and slap the prince to death at this moment. This time, he would be in a big loss!

Yes, he shouldn't stay here and wait for death. He should think about how to go back and apologize to the sect. Thinking about it, Master Zhou also turned around and left.

The prince is completely stupid now! In the blink of an eye, all the trump cards he had prepared disappeared without a trace, and he only had some Imperial Guards left under his command. What a heck!

"Hahaha!" The second prince laughed so hard that he almost lost his breath: "Boss, you have today too! You deserve to be asked to believe those unreliable monks!"

The prince languished on the ground, his face was ashen, and he had no reaction to the second prince's ridicule.

"Ah hahaha, I'm laughing so hard." The second prince couldn't stop laughing, and the soldiers around him also laughed with him.

"Whoosh!" Among the laughter, there was a faint sound of arrows piercing the air.

"Haha...uh!" The second prince stopped suddenly. He suddenly felt a little dazed, and slowly lowered his head amidst the fear and screams of the people around him.

The arrowhead of an iron arrow penetrated the armor on his left chest, and the blood formed a small splash and spurted out with a "puff".

The second prince opened his mouth and fell on his back.

The prince looked over and saw this scene. A smile suddenly appeared on his lost face. First he laughed twice, then gradually grew louder and finally turned into a maniacal laugh.

The second prince is dead and the eldest prince is crazy.

Zhao Xian slowly put down the long bow in his hand.

At this moment, he had mixed feelings.

He knew he had won, but he didn't feel the ecstasy he expected. There was some joy, but also some inexplicable emotions rising from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't distinguish them clearly, so he seemed a little dazed.

Year after year, fighting for more than ten years, just for that position. All the past scenes are replayed before my eyes, how many times have I seen through the other party's conspiracy and how many times have I escaped death.

There was not much age difference between the three brothers. After their father became seriously ill, except for the three of them, the three middle ones did not survive. Except for one sister, no new siblings were born. And they are destined to compete with each other from birth, just like nine dogs and one mastiff, only the last one can be left.

The royal family has no brothers, and the emperor is alone.

"Hey ... wow!" First, the sound of all kinds of weapons was thrown, and then the sound of heavy armor.

The soldiers who followed him all knelt down towards him. There was ecstasy on their faces. They had won. The Sixth Prince would become the emperor. Those who followed him to the death would have their own positions and promotions, and their future would be bright.

The people who originally belonged to the prince and the second prince stood as if they were mourning for their heirs. When they saw others kneeling down, they knelt down in panic. Their whole bodies were trembling, not knowing when the reckoning would befall them.

Zhao Xian looked at Liu Qinghuan in the air, who was also looking down at him, with calm eyes and neither sadness nor joy on his face.

"Congratulations to the Sixth Prince!" A neat voice resounded over the Daming Palace.

The sky in the east appears fish-belly white, and it's almost dawn.

Zhao Xian walked towards the door of Daming Palace step by step. Everyone along the way immediately separated into a path. Even the soldiers who had been guarding Daming Palace stood up, revealing the open door.

Yue Zhishan, the Minister of Health of Zhangluan Yi, silently bent over and never raised his body.

Before walking into the palace gate, Zhao Xian looked back. The numerous palaces of the imperial palace looked gorgeous and solemn, and the golden glazed tiles shone brightly in the morning glow.

At this moment, Zhao Xian suddenly felt a strong sense of loneliness.