Chapter 1232: The fall of a generation of Mingjun

  Chapter 1232 The Fall of a Generation of Mingjun

   "Choke..." The two long swords were unsheathed at the same time, uttering a clear roar like a dragon.

  Two sword lights, flying across the sky like lightning, and flying like a dragon for nine days!

  Two blue holy beads appeared between his eyebrows.

  Xuansheng second product! Seeing your majesty's cultivation base, everyone's eyes once again flashed a spark of hope. Although all the patriarchs of the civil and military officials were poisonous, and there were rebellious guards around him, as long as his Majesty could defeat Lu Aochen, he could still turn the tide.

  The reason why the surrounding troops had the courage to betray your Majesty, besides Lu Aochen's promise of great benefits, it must also have a lot to do with his royal orthodoxy. As long as Lu Aochen died, they would have the courage to continue.

  What they could think of, Mu Qingyun could of course also think of it, but seeing the two blue holy beads flashing between His Majesty's brows, his expression did not change at all, and there was even a hint of sneer.

   "Boom!" The swordsmen intersect with a loud noise, and the turbulent flow is rushing and the dust is flying, completely covering the two figures.

There was silence around   , everyone clenched their fists, looking at the stage nervously and expectantly.

  The breeze blew, the dust cleared, and the figures of the two reappeared in front of them.

  Lu Aochen's sword has been sheathed, with his hands on his back, a scornful smile on his face.

   Opposite, His Majesty still holds a long sword in his hand, standing proudly like an ancient pine, but blood is gushing from his heart, and there is no more vitality on his face.

   But even if he died, he still did not fall, as a giant tree, trying to use his last strength to support this country and shelter his people from wind and rain.

   However, he is still old after all. The failure of the last breakthrough has hurt his anger and greatly reduced his strength.

   "Your Majesty..." The great grief came to my heart, and hundreds of people wept bitterly.

  "Father..." The princes standing behind the Fengchantai also cried in unison.

  "Rebel!" The eldest prince headed by him is even more distraught, but the same body is extremely poisonous, even if he has the same heart, he can't lift the slightest holy spirit. Of course, with his cultivation base, even if he was not poisoned, he would not be Lu Aochen's opponent at all.

   "You rebel, I want to kill you to avenge your majesty!" Suddenly, dozens of figures flew out of the audience at the same time.

  Countries on the mainland build their country by military force, and there are no shortage of masters among the people. These people have all reached the realm of Soul Sage, the strongest, even Soul Sage 7 ranks, but today's Inheritance Ceremony, they didn't carry a long sword, and couldn't exert the strongest combat power at all.

  Almost at the same time they were flying out, thousands of long arrows flew out at the same time, among which hundreds of holy arrows were mixed.

  Without a sword in his hand, just relying on flesh and blood, how can it be possible to withstand such a killer? In just one round of volley, these saint masters pierced their hearts and fell into the sky, sprinkling a mist of misery.

   Seeing this, all the people around are chilled. Most of them are just ordinary people, even if some of their cultivation is not too high, how can they compete with the trained guards with these great swords and long bows? What's more, the opponent headed by the descendants of Prince Yuanlong, even his majesty died in his hands.

  Although everyone was in grief and indignation towards His Majesty’s death, but seeing this **** scene with their own eyes, they all dared to be angry and did not dare to speak.

   "Many arms block the car, take the dead end!" Lu Aochen didn't even look at them, walked straight up to the Feng Chan platform, and picked up the Haotian sword that had been passed on for tens of thousands of years, like the Supreme Emperor's power.

  (End of this chapter)