surnamed Wang

Chapter 652 Seeing Zhao Zhiyi Again

Facing Wang Gangquan's repeated verbal provocations, Wang Wanzhen's few bloody spirits were finally forced out. He raised his eyes calmly and said:

"Wang Tian, ​​I admit it, but you don't need to come here to humiliate me. I was destined to be an emperor since I was born. Unlike you, I can only win the throne by means of dirty tricks. I have been just a thief all my life." .”

Wang Gangquan smiled instead of anger when he heard the words, patted the other party's cheek and said:

"Are you worthy of calling yourself in front of me? You said that you were destined to be an emperor by birth, but did you ever do something that an emperor should do?
Wang Mu, the first monarch of our dynasty, drove the Tartars back to the Central Plains and laid down this great country.

The next emperor, Sheng Endi, turned the tide and laid a solid foundation for the dynasty.

Three generations of emperors, Xian Endi, died at thirty with all their energy, and never forgot the country until their death.

There is also Emperor Xiao Cun, you don't even know that he existed, but at the age of fourteen or fifteen, he already knew that the government would be rectified...

Looking back at you, since you ascended the throne, you have indulged in beauty every day, disregarded the safety of the country, let the eunuchs control the government, and made the people miserable.

You say that I am a traitor, but do you know that a prince who subverted the imperial power also appeared more than 300 years ago?He usurped the position of his nephew, although it was inappropriate, but it was not for his own self-interest from the beginning to the end. People in the world scolded him for decades, but he returned the world to a peaceful and prosperous world. The younger brother who dealt with him was only because he thought that the other party would be a wise master. "

After Wang Gingquan finished speaking, Wang Wanzhen felt ashamed, but she still stiffened her neck and said:
"You are the only one who deserves to be compared with Emperor Shun?"

"It doesn't matter whether I can achieve the merits of Emperor Shun, the key is that even a dog on a leash on the dragon chair is better than you."

While Wang Gangquan was excited, he even scolded himself. He quickly realized this, coughed dryly, and continued:
"Not everyone can become an emperor through the ages, but they shouldn't act recklessly. The Yan family is the backbone of the dynasty. After you listened to the slander and assassinated Zhongliang, you acted so absurdly. Even if I didn't oppose you, someone else would still do it. If it doesn’t come true, you won’t wake up until the day when everyone betrays their relatives?”

At the end of Wang Gangquan's words, the humiliating words had gradually become instructive. Wang Wanxuan drooped her head, not sure if she could hear it. At this time, a shrill voice sounded outside:

"Eunuch Wei is here."

The clatter of armor mixed with weapons came, Wang Pingquan frowned, stood in front of Wang Wanzhen and Wang Wanyue, and looked at the eunuch who was walking quickly in a python robe with a smile on his face.

After Wei Jintang saw Wang Gingquan in the dragon robe, his eyes instantly turned cold:

"Who exactly are you?"

"Eunuch Wei, you are so confused, how dare you talk to me like that?"

"Bold, dare to pretend to be His Majesty, I think you are tired of work."

After saying that, a group of guards hula-la rushed forward, and Wang Gangquan's eyes froze when he saw this and said:

"If it's against you, all back down!"

With the luck of the emperor, and the power of cultivation mixed with his words, he frightened the people present in place when he opened his mouth.

Wei, Jin and Tang often accompanied the emperor, and they were the first to recover, pointing to the young man in the dragon robe in the cell and saying:

"What are you still waiting for? The real His Majesty is currently healing in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. This one is clearly a counterfeit."

When the guards heard the words, they braved up and walked towards the prison cell. Wang Gangquan simply didn't pretend anymore, and directly pulled off the mask on his face and said:
"Because these people can't do anything to me, let the sword god who is hiding in the dark come out."

"Sure enough, you broke into the crime detection factory and burned the files."

The eunuch gritted his teeth and said, it was his painstaking efforts of more than ten years, determination flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

"Please Zhao Jianshen to bring out the sword."

As soon as the words fell, a cold light flashed out of thin air, followed by a white figure, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Wang Gingquan's brow.

Appreciation appeared in the eyes of the latter, and there was an extra bright red long sword in his hand. When the blades collided, the two figures disappeared instantly.

In mid-air, Wang Bingquan swept out a sword energy, "Why do you want to work for the tiger?"

The stern young man dodged sideways, and his backhand was a sword of heaven, "Repay the favor."

Wang Bingquan received the sword energy with his hands and crushed it easily, "Aren't you afraid of going against the law and doing it against the law?"

"Don't ask for perfection, but ask for a clear conscience."

As the young man said, the long sword in his hand could not gather ten times the sword energy just now. This spirit contained a unique power, and even Wang Bingquan was secretly frightened, and couldn't help but said to himself:

"Could this be the power of faith?"

The sword that Zhao Jianshen used back then left an indelible mark on the hearts of many people. As time went by, fewer and fewer people had truly seen this move, leaving only a legend in the end.

Myths and legends are often exaggerated. In the hearts of the common people, this sword is the strongest blow in the world. Therefore, the purity of the sword's intent is beyond the reach of the creator, Wang Lingquan.

……

Now that things have happened, he can no longer say such bastard words as "Yi'er, I'm actually your father". Even if it is the truth, as long as he dares to speak, he will definitely usher in a more murderous intent.

"It's just a tough fight."

Wang Gingquan muttered something, raised his sword in his hand and took a stance.

All of a sudden, there were bursts of thunder all around, and a cloud of oppression spread like a dark cloud, making the young man on the opposite side look cautious.

The next second, the two shot at the same time, and the two thick sword qi collided in the air, mixed with the sound of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, as bright as a galaxy.

The entire capital city saw this magnificent scene, and the common people thought that someone had set off cannons in advance to celebrate the New Year, so they all took to the streets and looked up.

In mid-air, Wang Gangquan felt the power of faith firsthand. A Jindan late stage unexpectedly exploded with the strength of the Yuanying stage. When the two people's moves collided, brilliant colors would bloom every time, illuminating half of the sky.

Wang Gangquan's whole body continued to chant, accompanied by the flashing purple gold aura, exuding a majesty second only to the sky, as if telling the world what it means to "look down on the common people" in this land belonging to the Wang family.

On the opposite side, Zhao Zhiyi is the patron saint who has escaped from the people's beliefs, and refuses to obey the emperor's jurisdiction. Every sword is powerful, as if to poke a hole in the sky.

Wang Bingquan has raised his cultivation level to Yuanying, and his sword moves are endless. He is much more calm than Zhao Zhiyi, who can't even count as a three-axe. After a short time, he found the opportunity, and after the opponent shot a burst of sword energy, he deceived himself and killed him. On the ground, he grabbed the young man's right hand holding the sword.

The latter was a little flustered, and tried his best to break free from the shackles. Where would Wang Gingquan give him a chance, a force of cultivation rushed into his body, and the opponent immediately stared blankly in place.

……

There was nothingness in front of him, without the slightest color, and there were whispers in his ears from time to time, both men, women and children, accompanied by prayers or thanks, and bursts of warmth came from his body. He wanted to respond, but he couldn't make any sound.

This situation lasted for a long time, until there was a loud "bang", he seemed to have lost his support, the warmth around his body was gone, and the whispers in his ears stopped.

An unprecedented feeling of emptiness struck, and it was still getting worse, so heavy that I was about to dissipate. At this moment, a soft voice finally sounded in my ear:

"Zhao Jianshen, please bless my child so that he can survive this famine."

The long-lost warmth returns at this moment...

(End of this chapter)