The square in front of the temple.
Emperor Xianwu is holding a sword in his right hand, his face expressionless, but his eyes are staring straight ahead.
Several ministers behind him rushed out in a hurry. They didn't understand why the emperor suddenly became anxious.
Seeing the emperor holding a sword in one hand, he was almost scared to death.
What happened? The emperor picked up the sword at the Tai Chi Palace.
At this moment, footsteps came from behind again, very light and very fast.
Emperor Xianwu glanced sideways and was suddenly startled.
Imperial City's two trump cards, one is his imperial uncle Prince Jing.
Another one is the one in front of me, Li Qianyuan.
He has gray hair and a stooped figure. He wears a dragon robe that is very similar to Xianwu, but some details are not very similar.
The old man was standing behind Xianwu, his eyes fixedly looking into the distance, not paying attention to Xianwu's eyes.
Several ministers turned around and took a look. They were shocked and hurriedly knelt down on the ground:
"Meet the Emperor!"
Li Qianyuan, one hundred and sixty-two years old, the seventh generation emperor of the Great Yong Dynasty, the father of Emperor Xianwu.
More than thirty years ago, Li Qianyuan realized that his life was coming to an end and passed the throne to the prince Li Chong, who is now Emperor Xianwu.
After abdicating, Imperial Dragon Vein's blessing disappeared, and his cultivation level dropped from the Half-Step Golden Core Realm to Foundation Establishment, Ninth Layer.
This is the price of royalty.
Imperial Dragon Vein only protects the contemporary emperor.
One hundred and sixty-two years old.
At this age, an ordinary person would have turned into a handful of loess.
But now Foundation Establishment, Ninth Layer's strength keeps him standing.
Hidden in his body are more than forty years of battlefield battles and more than seventy years of imperial power.
Li Qianyuan continued to walk forward, still not looking at Xianwu.
He didn't stop until he was parallel to Xianwu.
"My son is incompetent and disturbed my father Qingxiu." Xianwu cupped his fists and bowed his head to Li Qianyuan.
Li Qianyuan did not answer this sentence, but looked at Xianwu:
"Chong'er, no matter whether Qin Guan succeeds or not this time -" Li Qianyuan looked directly at Xianwu and paused.
"You will be nailed to the pillar of shame in the history books!"
Xianwu looked tense and ugly, he had already thought of this.
But he didn't say anything, he just tightened his grip on the sword hilt.
The two of them looked away from each other and looked south together.
There, the smoke and dust are dissipating.
The figure has been leaked.
Qin Guan was walking directly in front, followed by five people.
The Imperial Guards behind them had been killed and they did not dare to step forward. Heaven-Bearing Gate was surrounded by hundreds of Imperial Guards wearing heavy armor.
There are also some very powerful people among them.
Six people walked from the broken Heaven-Bearing Gate to Imperial City, walked through the long royal road, walked through Golden Water Bridge, and walked to the edge of the square in front of the palace.
Qin Guan stopped.
He raised his head and looked in the direction of the Tai Chi Hall.
A hundred feet away, under the eaves of the Tai Chi Hall, two people stood there.
A man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe stood with a sword in hand, Dragon Qi boiling.
One was wearing an old yellow dragon robe, standing with his hands behind his back and his back straight.
Father and son, two generations of emperors.
Qin Guan glanced at Li Qianyuan, and finally laid his eyes on Xianwu's face.
I haven't seen that face for more than forty years.
Qin Guan The corners of his mouth raised slightly.
He has always dreamed of such a day.
"Li Chong, long time no see!"
Neither humble nor arrogant, with a bit of casualness, like an old friend attending an appointment.
Emperor Xianwu sneered.
The laughter was loud, also wrapped in Spiritual Power, and echoed in the night sky, making the glazed tiles in the distance buzz.
"Qin Guan, you are so brave."
He took a step forward, raised Tai'e Sword, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Qin Guan.
"You dare to break into my Imperial City with six people?"
Qin Guan did not move, his tone was calm:
"Six people are enough."
Emperor Xianwu's eyes turned cold, like two knives nailed to Qin Guan's face.
"Do you think I am still the prince who was cornered by you?"
Qin Guan The curvature of the corners of the mouth is a little wider.
"I could force you back then," he said every word, "Today I can kill you."
The two people's eyes collided in the air.
The air became a little more solemn.
Qin Guan and Li Chong have not seen each other for more than 40 years. They were still friends more than 40 years ago.
But it is ridiculous to say that there is no friendship in the palace.
They're just using each other.
At that time Li Chong was the prince and Qin Guan was the proton.
That year's Champion Marquis gained momentum.
In order to suppress the momentum of Champion Marquis, the then emperor Li Qianyuan found a reason to deceive the old prince's son into Yongjing.
That was Qin Guan at that time. After Yongjing, he was forced to stay and became a proton.
In fact, it is to inhibit the development of Champion Marquis.
But gold will always shine.
Qin Guan's ability cannot be suppressed even in the palace.
Li Chong is weak in strength and shallow-minded. Li Qianyuan passed his assessment many times only with the help of Qin Guan.
Later, the situation between the two parties became somewhat dangerous.
In order to escape Imperial City, Qin Guan prepared to kidnap Li Chong and threaten Li Qianyuan.
But after knocking Li Chong down, he hesitated. It was this hesitation that led to Li Qianyuan's crazy revenge.
Li Qianyuan used Qin Guan's life to suppress the old marquis' disarmed soldiers.
The old Marquis had no choice but to follow the instructions and rescued Qin Guan.
But he lost his temper and soon passed away, and Qin Guan succeeded Champion Marquis.
The two of them stopped reminiscing about the past, and the distance of a hundred feet was infinitely shortened at this moment.
The two Half-Step Golden Core Realm momentums collided silently, and the bluestone slabs in the square began to tremble slightly, and tiny gravels jumped up from the cracks in the bricks, as if they were dancing.
No one spoke.
The whole Imperial City was deathly silent.
Emperor Xianwu No more nonsense.
He raised his hand and waved.
"Where is Konoe!"
Four words, like thunder.
Before he finished speaking, dense footsteps sounded from all directions.
The sound of the collision of nails, the friction of the scabbard, and the sound of the bowstring tightening all mixed together, coming like a tide.
Hundreds of Imperial City guards poured out of the side halls, cloisters and moon gates on both sides of the square in front of the palace.
Wearing black armor, armed with spears, horizontal swords, and powerful crossbows, they formed a well-trained formation and surrounded the six people Qin Guan.
Spears were like a forest, crossbows were cocked, and swords flashed in the moonlight.
The leading guard commander was a Foundation Establishment, Seventh Layer man, with a strong back and a strong waist, holding a ghost-headed sword, standing at the front, staring at Qin Guan.
There are three hundred forbidden troops, and the weakest one is Ninth Layer of Qi Refinement.
This is the last line of defense for Imperial City, an elite product that Emperor Xianwu spent twenty years building.
Qin Guan didn't even look at them.
Behind him, four worshipers in black moved.
Four black shadows flashed out simultaneously like black lightning.
Facing three hundred guards head on.
At the same time.
The late emperor Li Qianyuan also moved.
He had felt that this son was a threat in his early years, but he never expected that the threat would be so great.
In those turbid old eyes, the murderous intention was solidified.
He didn't speak.
Take one step forward.
This step is incredibly fast.
His rickety figure seemed to be straightened at that moment, his white hair stretched into a white line behind his back, his toes pointed on the ground, and with the help of his strength, his whole body was like an arrow from a string, heading straight towards Qin Guan.
The skinny palm poked out from the sleeve, the five fingers were spread out, and Spiritual Power condensed crazily in the palm, forming a black vortex.
The vortex was not big, only the size of a fist, but it exuded a suffocating and terrifying aura.
This palm is within the realm of Foundation Establishment, Ninth Layer, but it is a blow struck with the experience of the Half-Step Golden Core Realm.
The power is no less than the real Half-Step Golden Core Realm.