"Is this... emperor's hatred..."
The man who sat up from the coffin stared blankly at the green-red knife in his hand and murmured.
The blade burned like a blazing flame, glowing with scorching fire, and the sharp blade with thirty teeth made people feel an emotion of extreme resentment.
The person in the coffin is naturally Duan Zhengyan.
He held the cold blue handle of Emperor Hate with one hand, his eyes filled with enthusiasm.
Several concubines on the side were so frightened that they turned pale and screamed. After seeing Duan Zhengyan's appearance clearly, they even fell into madness.
"Your Majesty! It's your Majesty! Your Majesty is here to take us away!"
Duan Zhengyan slowly stood up from the coffin and glanced coldly at the concubines he had loved so much before.
"Noisy."
A feeling of disgust arose in his heart for no reason. After scolding him lowly, he reached out with his big hand and pulled all the people in front of him.
"Emperor's Hate" The sword flashed, several heads flew up, and blood flew everywhere from the cut.
However, all the blood did not fall to the ground, but poured into the air towards the blade of "Emperor's Hate" like a sea of rivers.
Finally absorbed completely, this knife...
Bloodthirsty.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Duan Zhengyan laughed proudly.
He raised "Emperor's Hate" high and admired this bloodthirsty demon sword with great satisfaction.
"The old guy is dead. After I kill those mice, Dali will still be my world after all!"
"This is my country, no one can take it away!!"
Bang bang bang!
Following Duan Zhengyan's roar.
The entire hall was turned into ashes in an instant, leaving no trace.
This guy is getting tough...
Even his own home was demolished.
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dye house.
Zhao Yan sat cross-legged on the bed and adjusted his breathing.
The aura in his body has gradually returned to its peak. Among the five people, he is in the best condition now.
Ding Peng could only barely recover 30%25 at most, while Sun En was better, probably at 50%25.
Zhang Danfeng used up a lot of internal energy to help Ding Peng heal his injuries, and went to the palace to make a fuss for half the night. Now his breath is only 70%25 to 80%25.
Li Buyi is slightly better than Zhang Danfeng, but not as profound as Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan relied on this skill gained from hundreds of martial arts schools, and because the characteristics contained in each martial arts school were accelerated and stimulated by "all phenomena", his recovery speed is now extremely fast.
He was becoming more and more confused about this strange weapon.
"Where are you from..."
Zhao Yan gently stroked the now plain sword body of "Wanxiang" and felt a heavy feeling from it.
However, when the fingertips passed over the tip of the sword, the originally quiet "everything" suddenly began to shake violently.
Qing! ! !
A high-pitched sword cry suddenly sounded, resounding throughout the dyehouse.
"Wanxiang" suddenly thrust himself into Zhao Yan's hand, and then guided him to rush out.
"What's wrong?!!"
"Where are you going!!"
Zhao Yan was still confused and was pulled out of the room.
Before he could stand still, "Wanxiang" sent out another huge force and pulled him flying several feet.
Of course a sword would not answer his question, it could only guide him to follow him in his own way.
"Where are you going, Your Majesty?"
Zhang Danfeng and others rushed out of the room when they heard the huge sword sound.
As soon as they came out of the house, they saw Zhao Yan being dragged out by the ordinary long sword, and they couldn't help asking curiously.
"It's okay, it's okay. I'll go out for a walk..."
Because he wanted to conceal the secret of "Wanxiang", Zhao Yan immediately stopped trying to stop him, and instead used the "sword control technique". He stood on the sword and flew towards the horizon like a ray of light and shadow.
Everyone felt that Zhao Yan disappeared in front of their eyes.
"What are you playing at, Your Majesty..."
"I don't know...but why does it seem like the prince was kidnapped by that sword?"
"???Are you kidding? The weapon can also hold its owner hostage?"
"Alas, Taoist sword-controlling skills are almost mythical secret skills..."
Sun En shook his head, his eyes filled with envy.
Although he has three Taoist secret arts that are very useful, he has no luck in understanding the art of sword control.
Everyone in the world now knows that Zhao Yan is a master of the third level of Taoist sword-controlling skills, which means that he has mastered the sword-controlling skills three times in a row.
How much luck and understanding this requires...
"Yes, this is the basis of heavenly swordsmanship..."
"Only by mastering the art of sword control will you have the opportunity to master stronger sword skills in the future."
"Your Majesty is truly the son of luck."
As the Westerner said, he suddenly heard loud noises coming from the direction of the palace.
This unusual noise made them stare at each other.
This long night...hasn't even passed yet.
"What happened again?"
"I don't know, but it seems that the prince just went there..."
"Let's go and have a look!"
"Ding Peng and Sun En stay here, Buyi, come with me."
"good."
"You have to be careful!"
"rest assured."
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Inside the palace.
Duan Zhengyan walked down the steps step by step with his upper body naked, and he wantonly released the majestic power in his body.
Every step creates a big hole under your feet.
He enjoyed this feeling of power very much.
For decades, he lived in the shadow of his ancestors and lived step by step.
Now that the dark clouds weighing on his head have gone, and he suddenly has unparalleled power, he urgently needs an outlet to vent.
The first target is the group of rebellious officials and traitors who have been against him for twenty years!
The soldiers in the square raised their weapons and looked in shock at the man approaching them not far away.
Among the many soldiers, Yang Hongchun and the ministers also looked shocked.
How could a body that had clearly been crushed to pieces still survive...
"Master Xiang...this...this...what is going on?"
"Didn't the Prime Minister say he saw it with his own eyes..."
"Is it possible that Your Majesty has a substitute?"
"How is that possible? Look at the aura on this man. He might be possessed by a ghost!"
"Shut up!"
Yang Hongchun scolded him coldly.
His expression also showed a rare loss of control.
But he can still maintain most of his composure.
From the stern look in the other person's eyes towards him, he was sure that this person was Duan Zhengyan...
As for why a man who could never die could still live...
This was something he couldn't figure out.
He only regretted that he had not been ruthless enough at that time and burned the corpses to ashes one after another, otherwise Duan Zhengyan would not have a chance to stand up now.
"Hahaha, Yang Hongchun, when death is imminent, do you have any repentance?"
Duan Zhengyan smiled happily.
He looked at Yang Hongchun with a cruel expression, as if he were looking at a dead person.
It's just that he won't let this thief die too easily.
He would torture it slowly, make it feel the pain, and finally die in an extremely miserable way.
But even this can't eliminate the hatred in his heart...
Duan Zhengyan felt that his heart was filled with infinite hatred!
Such hatred gives him immense power.
"Really it's you..."
Yang Hongchun's face was extremely solemn.
The last hope in my heart finally came to nothing.
"Bold! How dare you be rude to me!"
Duan Zhengyan roared suddenly, his whole body full of energy, and the waves of air suddenly rolled in!
"ah……"
"ah……"
Even the soldiers of the Western Zhou Dynasty who stood in front of Yang Hongchun and others screamed and were blown away.
Those are thousands of strong soldiers with a certain level of martial arts!
The civil servants, who were suddenly without protection, looked at all this in horror, their legs and feet feeling a little weak.
With such terrifying power, is this really the Duan Zhengyan from before?
Seeing these ministers who had always used various excuses to hinder him, Duan Zhengyan flashed in front of them with a sinister smile.
He did not come to Yang Hongchun first, but put his face in front of an older official.
"Wu Aiqing, I asked you to take charge of the civil service department, but why did you help Yang Hongchun to embarrass me?"
"...Your Majesty...Your Majesty!"
The official known as "Wu Aiqing" immediately turned pale with fright, his legs and feet went weak, and he knelt down, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
"Your Majesty, spare your life. It was not the old minister who wanted to go against your majesty, but the old thief Yang who threatened the old minister with the survival of the family. That's why he had no choice but to act as an aide and made a big mistake! I hope your majesty will give this old minister a chance, and I will assist your majesty wholeheartedly in the future!"
He spoke these words very fluently and freely, making him cry with blood and his heart...
It was as if he was a loyal minister who was just forced to do something wrong.
"Jiejie...Okay, okay, you are so shameless, I like it very much."
Duan Zhengyan stretched out his hand and touched the top of his head, feeling the sweat on his forehead and feeling extremely relaxed.
"Since you are forced, I will give you a chance to come behind me."
"ah!"
The official surnamed Wu raised his head in surprise, his eyes full of surprises.
He just tried his best to win when he was about to die. He didn't expect that he would actually win...
"What? You don't want to?"
Duan Zhengyan's relaxed face suddenly wrinkled again.
"Ken Ken...Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty!"
Wu Shangshu kowtowed again on the spot, and then ran to the opposite side rolling and crawling.
It's just that he didn't dare to look up and look at Yang Hongchun opposite.
After all, I still feel a little guilty after doing something wrong.
However, other officials saw that his move was feasible. Except for a few die-hards of the three families who could not change their banners, the other officials without exception fell to their knees and denounced Yang Hongchun's crimes.
"Your Majesty! I was also forced by the old thief Yang! I beg your Majesty to be lenient and give me a chance!"
"Your Majesty, this humble minister is impeaching Yang Hongchun for monopolizing the power of the government and committing numerous serious mistakes. I hope your Majesty will allow me to accept my crime and make meritorious service!"
"Your Majesty, I will also impeach Yang Hongchun!"
“Your Majesty…”
Suddenly, the number of officials around Yang Hongchun was reduced to only five from the seventeen or eight before.
Duan Zhengyan watched all this leisurely, waved his hands and said:
"Very good. Now that you have repented, please come over here."
The official who was kneeling on the ground was stunned when he heard this.
climb?
What a shame!
But when he thought that he would die if he didn’t crawl, he could only cry bitterly and thank him:
"I would like to thank Your Majesty for your kindness!"
After thanking him, more than a dozen people had no choice but to lie down on the ground on their hands and knees, and crawled behind Duan Zhengyan little by little.
Yang Hongchun looked at the ugliness of these people indifferently, without any disturbance in his heart.
He has been in official circles for thirty years and has long seen through the ugliness in it.
What kind of ugly faces have you not seen?
Duan Zhengyan used this to disgust him, which actually made him feel childish.
But these things are really interesting to Duan Zhengyan.
He looked at the five people behind Yang Hongchun again.
"If the five of you feel repentant, all you have to do is crawl here and I will forgive you."
He pointed to the ground in front of him and said with an evil smile.
Yang Hongchun remained calm and watched the other party's performance quietly.
Frankly speaking, even if everyone walked over, he would still be indifferent.
In his worldview, everything has value.
Compared with life, there is nothing more valuable.
If one could survive by crawling over, Yang Hongchun was probably the first person to kneel down and crawl.
But he knew that everyone present had a way to survive, but he could only die.
Rather than losing dignity at the last moment of life, it is better to die with dignity.
Unfortunately……
I have just found a good home, and it seems I have no chance to work for him anymore.
Yang Hongchun couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake his head.
When the officials from the three families behind him saw this, their steps were a little unsteady.
They all want to go there...
It just lacks a leader.
Duan Zhengyan came to his senses when he saw this, so he added fuel to the fire.
He raised the "Emperor's Hatred" in his hand and started counting down.
"I only give you ten seconds to count."
"ten…"
This countdown sounded like a warning bell. As soon as the count started, the five people on the opposite side fell to their knees after receiving the call.
"Hahahahaha..."
Duan Zhengyan laughed crazily.
"Yang Hongchun! You are the only one left!"
"Well, if you do as I say, I can consider letting you go!"
After speaking, he slowly walked towards Yang Hongchun.
Unexpectedly, the latter chuckled, and then showed a disdainful smile.
"Duan Zhengyan, you have great ambitions and little talent in your life. You died once and came back to life, but you are still a loser."
"you!"
Duan Zhengyan looked ferocious, with even more hatred on his face.
"Do you think this is fun? Yang has kneeled on you for more than twenty years, so what if he kneels on you one more time?"
"But this time Yang will not kneel down. Even if his legs are broken, Yang will die standing up today."
As if he wanted to anger Duan Zhengyan to death, Yang Hongchun puffed out his chest as he spoke.
"...Okay! I will kill you now and let Emperor Hate drain your blood and take away your soul. You will never be able to stand up again!!!"
Duan Zhengyan's eyes surged with hatred, and as he spoke, he brandished his long knife and struck Yang Hongchun.
The latter's face was calm with traces of regret.
He slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.
The red light flashed and was close to Yang Hongchun's neck in an instant.
call! …
A gust of wind and fire swept through Yang Hongchun's position, but the other person was nowhere to be seen.
There was only a large area of black burnt color left on the ground, as if it had been burned by fire.
But the strong wind continued to blow, and under the blackness, there was bottomless black gray.
Just one strike of the blade... burned through the ground.
This skill is already unfathomable.
Yang Hongchun waited for a long time but did not wait for death. Instead, the sound of wind in his ears reminded him that he was not dead yet.
He opened his eyes, but in front of him was the vast sky...
"Is this the first time Yang Xiang has wielded a sword?"
"Stand firm. If you fall, you will have to practice again."
Listening to Zhao Yan's cordial voice, Yang Hongchun realized that he was actually standing on a long sword.
Western Zhou Dynasty…
It is the sky without any obstruction.
