Emperor Xia died, died on the dragon throne, and the smile on his face was still crazy. He will never regret it until his death.

The empty Tianyu Hall was cold and silent, and no one came in. Outside the hall, Qing Wuhen lay there quietly, the palace was covered with blood, and under the moonlight, it was like a blooming rose.

The two who plot against each other eventually became the last company of each other in this life, which is so ironic and sad.

Emperor Xia was a martial artist. In the Daxia Palace, there was a treasure that could cover up the secrets of heaven. It covered up the vision of the old eunuch Pei breaking through the innate world and also covered up the fact that Emperor Xia was a martial artist.

However, Emperor Xia’s martial arts cultivation was not strong, and his work on government affairs for many years had already made him exhausted. He did not advance but retreated instead of advancing.

Xia Rui is undoubtedly the most diligent emperor in Daxia in a thousand years. Because of suspicion and suspicion, he must make decisions in person regardless of the size of the matter and will never leave it to others.

Xia Rui was sad in his later years. The pressure of unwilling to become the most incompetent emperor of Daxia. Coupled with his increasingly suspicious suspicion, he finally made this Emperor of Continuing to become a tyrant of his generation.

There has never been a tyrant in the thousand-year history of Daxia. It was luck and misfortune that it had just ended in Xia Rui.

Xia Rui has never shortage of strong people around him. In addition to the old eunuch Pei, there are three commanders of the Dark Dragon Guard, which are enough to deal with any assassination in the world. However, today, all the strongest four people are not around.

Qing Wuhen is the West Palace, so no one dares to stop him except the four direct descendants of Xia Huang, and there is no reason to stop him.

Who would have thought that Concubine Wan of Daxia would be a secret burial by the Northern Mongolian military advisor.

Qing Wuhen’s only mistake was to miscalculate the possibility that Emperor Xia would learn martial arts. His temporary mistake would disappear.

As for whether Fan Lingyue has calculated this matter, no one in the world can know.

The breeze blows, bringing a hint of coolness, making the lonely Tianyu Hall even colder.

In the spring of the second year of the New Calendar of Daxia, the Emperor of Xia collapsed!

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In the imperial city, the battle was still going on, with raging fires soaring into the sky, and a dry hand covering the sky. Ning Chen, who had already lost his strength, had no way out, and had a moment of life and death.

Xiao Mingyue closed her eyes in despair and didn't want to look at them again.

However, at this moment, two streams of lights appeared above the sky, one green and one red, and they arrived in a blink of an eye.

With a swish, the two swords rushed towards the old eunuch Pei's hand, blocking the deadly palm.

On the other side, the eldest prince also came, with a strong aura surging, and he shook his sword and moved out of the battle with Ning Chen in an instant.

Before she could come out, Ning Chen staggered again, his chest was stuffy, and then he vomited blood.

The true qi was exhausted too much, and the internal injuries were hard to suppress, and finally exploded at this moment.

The sudden change made Old Eunuch Pei and the three Dark Dragon Guards present stunned. Just as they were about to take action, Old Eunuch Pei's expression suddenly changed.

"His Majesty!"

Old Eunuch Pei stomped his feet, turned into a stream of light and rushed back quickly. He clearly felt that something happened to His Majesty!

The three Dark Dragon Guards commanders looked at each other for unknown reasons, and they all looked at each other, and their eyes were full of surprise and confusion.

"This battle is over, let's go back."

In the plain words, a figure in blue clothes slowly walked towards him, inserted into the green and red swords trembled, and then flew towards the visitor.

"Prince Yan!" The three dark dragon guards' eyes narrowed slightly, and they felt afraid.

On that day, Prince Yan fought from the palace, and they had fought and understood how powerful this contemporary legend of Daxia is.

They even suspected that the legend of Daxia might have already taken its course.

"Retreat!" The commander of the Dark Dragon Guard made a quick decision and said in a deep voice.

There is no chance of winning this battle. With Prince Yan here, they can no longer complete the mission.

The other two commanders nodded, their figures flashed, and quickly disappeared into the battle situation.

The three left, Xia Ziyi looked at the person in front of her, saluted respectfully, and said, "The Three Emperors Uncle"

"Well" Prince Yan nodded and responded, then walked to Ning Chen, clasped his palm and lifted the primordial body, and injected the vast real energy into it to help him suppress his injuries.

Ning Chenjing closed his eyes and the scroll of life was circulating. With the help of Prince Yan's true energy, he slowly pressed down the qi and blood that surging in his body.

"Uncle Sanhuang, the teacher is still waiting for my news, Ziyi will say goodbye first."

Seeing that Ning Chen had no worries about life, Xia Ziyi bowed and said goodbye. After saying that, she turned around and left.

Ning Chen slowly opened his eyes and looked at Xia Ziyi who was leaving. He was indescribable. It was the first time he saw this eldest prince, but he still felt a little moved. The difference between Xia and the eldest prince is too big.

The ruthlessness of Emperor Xia and the gloomyness of the eldest prince are almost two completely opposite extremes.

"Ziyi is good, but it is not suitable to be an emperor," Prince Yan said lightly.

Ning Chen did not refute that what his predecessor said was true. For those who are kings, benevolence and cruelty are indispensable, and the eldest prince is indeed inappropriate.

Of course, Xia Emperor is even more inappropriate.

"Let's go, come home with me first"

Prince Yan waved his hand, and the sword frame appeared in front of Ning Chen and said calmly.

Ning Chen didn't say anything more, he carried the sword frame and then looked at it.

Xiao Mingyue lay on Ning Chen's back and curiously pulled several swords on the sword stand, but did not pull out one.

"Mingyue, don't be naughty," Ning Chen said softly.

The little girl retracted her hand and smiled embarrassedly.

"Senior, please keep it confidential." Ning Chen said with a hint of pleading.

"Yeah" Prince Yan did not turn around and responded softly.

Xiao Mingyue looked confused and couldn't understand what the two were saying.

Ning Chen rubbed the little girl's cloth hat, but there was no explanation.

When Xiao Mingyue touched the sword on the sword stand, her daughter's affairs were no longer secret. In the world, only Prince Yan could feel the breath of the sword. At that time, it was because he encountered the Qing Jian that the secret of the fake eunuch was exposed.

Fortunately, Prince Yan has a weak temperament and does not take these things to heart.

Prince Yan's mansion arrived soon, and a beautiful maid took Xiao Mingyue back to her room to rest. Ning Chen followed Prince Yan to the study.

"Senior, was the great shock outside the Beimeng Royal City that day caused by your battle with the sword city?" Ning Chen hesitated for a moment and asked the question that had been pressing in his mind for a long time.

"Yeah," Prince Yan nodded and responded.

"Did you get that sand sword?" Ning Chen continued to ask.

Prince Yan moved his hand lightly, and fine sand flew out from the sword frame beside him, and then condensed into a light yellow sword.

Ning Chen's eyes shrank, and there were really all kinds of curious swords in the world.

"Didn't that sword from Jiancheng lose?"

As he spoke, a strange color flashed in Ning Chen's eyes. The sword in Jiancheng is an invincible myth in the hearts of the swordsmen in the world. It is hard to imagine that he would lose.

"He didn't lose, but I won." Prince Yan waved his hand, the sand sword was separated, and returned to the sword frame.

Ning Chen was slightly stunned, not sure why.

"I got there one step ahead of him, so the sword must be my king's. In other words, if he arrived first, the sword would be his," Prince Yan explained calmly.

Ning Chen didn't understand very well. His realm was still far from that day and could not imagine what happened.

Just now, there were rapid footsteps outside the door, and an anxious voice sounded.

"Report to the prince, news came out of the palace that His Majesty was assassinated and died!"

"How could it be!"

The sudden news shocked Ning Chen, for a moment, could not believe it.

"Let's go, follow me to the palace." Prince Yan looked slightly cold, and he quickly reacted and spoke.

"What should I do with Mingyue?" Ning Chen came to his senses and said with peace of mind.

"No problem, there is a housekeeper in the mansion. As long as it is not innate, no one can hurt her," Prince Yan responded.

Ning Chen nodded, raised his sword frame and followed the former out of the mansion.

At the same time, in the imperial city, some people standing at the highest point of the power of Daxia all received the news of Emperor Xia's death. In shock, they immediately chose to enter the palace.

This is a major event that shakes the sky and the earth. Emperor Xia died too suddenly, and Daxia may once again fall into a bloody storm.

Outside the Tianyu Hall, the three dukes, nine ministers, and the princes in the imperial city all arrived.

However, at this time, there were only three people who attracted the most attention.

The eldest prince Xia Ziyi, the third prince Xia Yanwu, or the tenth prince Xia Mingri!

This is the person who is most likely to become the new Xia Emperor among the princes of Daxia, and will also determine the future direction of Daxia.

The Xia Emperor had not appointed a crown prince, which was the biggest hidden danger. Now that the Xia Emperor died, the throne of Daxia became confusing.

In the distance, Prince Yan walked step by step, and Ning Chen, who was carrying a sword behind him, immediately attracted everyone's attention.

They could hear the big explosion tonight clearly and were very curious about the protagonist on the eve. They had to say that the newly-finished Marquis Zhiming was really lucky.

This is the first time that Emperor Xia missed if he wants to kill someone.

"See Prince Yan"
To be continued...