Gate of God

Sword spirit recognize the Lord?

The civil, military and military officials looked at General Jin who was a little trembling, and the smiles on his faces also disappeared. Their thoughts flashed at the same time in their hearts.

However, this can only be a thought, no one really dare to say this sentence.

Zuo Xiangyu Yiping's face became extremely ugly.

His face also included Duan Wang Lin Xinjue, crown prince Lin Tianrong, and the Manchu literary and military officials standing in the Jin Luan Temple, and the most ugly one was General Jin.

General Jin's eyes are red now because of bloodshotness, and his lips are still purplish.

However, the sword he held in his hand was still immobile. No matter how hard he tried, he could not pull the sword out of the stone. This feeling was too uncomfortable.

And the most uncomfortable thing is that before St. Lin Mubai ordered no more, he must still die...

No one stood up again.

Because, if General Jin can't pull it out, it also means that this sword is really difficult to pull out. At least, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty have no 100% confidence to pull it out.

St. Lin Mubai looked at General Jin, his expression on his face changed.

Of course, he saw the problem, but he is the emperor in charge of the world, the true dragon emperor who is above him. If he can't even have a sword, then what is the prestige of the emperor?

Now this situation has nothing to do with the sword.

If he knew that the sword spirit had recognized the Lord, then he would not ask Fang Zhengzhi to offer his sword at all.

If he could not pull out his sword, it would of course damage the authority of the emperor.

Since the ages, the authority of the emperor has been supreme, how can it not be damaged?

St. Lin Mubai knew that he had to make a choice.

only……

This sword is the sword of the **** of war, the **** of war, and represents the will of the **** of war, the **** of war. If you really recognize Fang Zhengzheng, then you must pull this sword from the ground. The least civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty cannot do it.

The palm of St. Lin Mubai gently shook his hand, a faint golden awn flashed in his eyes, and a magnificent momentum like a mountain river emanated from him and his body.

The entire Luang Temple was filled in an instant.

At this moment, the eyes of Manchu civil and military officials all looked at Sheng Shanglin Mubai. Of course, they know what strength is present in the Holy Spirit. A generation of emperors, favored by heaven and heaven, have great coercion.

"Does the emperor want to take action in person?" Once this idea flashed, the hearts of the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty became extremely complicated.

With the strength of St. Lin Mubai. Pulling the sword in person, naturally have more than 90% certainty.

However, such a result is completely different from the current situation, from offering swords to taking swords. Taking and offering are two completely different meanings.

What's more, there is a 1 in 10,000 chance that you can't pull it out?

In that case, things may get out of control.

Capture the sword? Beheaded the integrity?

Some people are willing to see this result, but not everyone is willing to see it. After all, they do not think that Fang Zhengzheng is qualified to get this sword. However, they never felt that a talented person like Fang Zhengzheng should lose his life because of a sword.

"Boom!"

Wuhen Sword made a clear chanting sound at this moment, the sword body trembles, and the strange purple light from the ground suddenly appeared, seemingly fighting with some kind of power.

Fang Zhengzhi's heart tightened, and he could feel that Wuhenjian's current mood was not so good, just like being imprisoned by something.

As soon as he was ready to speak, Gao Yin's voice had disappeared.

What disappeared with the voice was the momentum of Sheng Shang Lin Mubai, and Jin Luan Hall was calm again. Sheng Shanglin Mubai's clenched hands finally let go slowly.

He didn't try to draw the sword anymore. Similarly, he didn't open his mouth to stop General Jin from pulling the sword. He just sat quietly on the dragon chair. The expression is dull, it seems to be waiting for something.

Zuo Xiangyu Yiping looked at the expression on Sheng Shang Lin Mubai's face, and his heart moved, faintly, he probably guessed what Sheng Shang Lin Mubai thought.

As the emperor of the Daxia dynasty, Sheng Mulin Mubai looked at the world. This sword can revive the national authority of the Daxia Dynasty, but it has already recognized the Lord.

In order to forcibly grab a sword that recognizes the Lord, and fell into the name of the emperor's bandits, he even had to kill a young genius who was extremely dazzling in the Daxia Dynasty.

After all, it is not a holy move.

Therefore, he gave up and gave up his sword grabbing. Then, the ending of this matter was already doomed, but this ending was the ending that Zuo Xiangyu Yiping did not think about.

It is also an ending that the Manchu civil and military officials did not expect.

And now...

St. Lin Mubai still needs a step, a step that can protect the majesty of the emperor, and a step that can convince the Manchu civil and military officials.

Zuo Xiangyu Yiping can certainly serve as this step, but doing so is equivalent to throwing his face under the feet of Founder, letting him trample on...

Face is lost.

Zuo Xiangyu Yiping guessed the holy intention of St. Lin Mubai, but he could not do it. So, after weighing for a moment, he finally chose silence.

Of the hundreds of civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty, there is of course no shortage of intelligent people. They can also guess the thought of Sheng Shang Lin Mubai at the moment, but it is the same as Zuo Xiangyu and Yiping.

It is very difficult for them to succumb to the hand of a civilian who has not entered the DPRK at the age of fifteen.

Jin Luan Dian suddenly became quiet at this moment, a little strange.

Yan Xiu and Xing Qingsui did not speak, and Fang Zhengzhi also did not speak. Of course, there was no one speaking from the Manchu civil and military officials, so only General Jin was left breathing and breathing from time to time.

"Get up!"

"Oh!"

"Get up!"

"Get up for General Ben!"

"..."

This seems to be a deadlock, and in this deadlock, there is another person standing in front of the dragon chair. She is Pingyang, a face full of excitement.

"Come on, General Jin!"

The crisp voice echoed in the Jin Luan Palace, with the innocence of watching the liveliness, which made General Jin's body tremble again, almost sitting down on the ground.

At this moment, a light cough suddenly sounded outside the hall.

Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared at the door of Jin Luan Temple, an old man with nearly 80 years of hair and gray hair, whose cheeks looked thin and a pair of eyes appeared muddy, but the body was embroidered with dragon The silver dynasty made everyone dare not have a trace of disrespect.

"Prince Li?"

After seeing the old man, the civil and military officials obviously froze for a moment, and then all of them showed shocked expressions.

Prince Li, the uncle of the saint today.

This is an old man who has nearly fallen, but no one can ignore his existence.

He only asked the North Korean government, but it was the military command of the previous generation, and he stood firmly behind the first emperor in the battle of the previous generation, and took the emperor's supreme warfare with his southern expedition.

This kind of wisdom and foresight was once a story.

However, it is inconceivable that after the first emperor succeeded to the throne, the prince who made great efforts in the battle for the throne announced that he had withdrawn from the court and surrendered his military power.

Since then, he has been kept in Fuzhong to grow flowers, walk birds, and live a very leisurely life.

If Sacred God of War Mengtian is a legendary figure of the Daxia Dynasty, then the Prince of Li in front of him is the living fossil of the military kingdom of the Daxia Dynasty.

"Prince Li Linchao?!"

The courtiers looked at me, and I looked at you. They couldn't understand what was going on until they saw a woman who was behind Prince Li.

It was a woman wearing a long pink dress. A purple belt embroidered with gold silk was tied around the waist of the woman, revealing the exquisite curve of the woman. On the long skirt, there was another embroidered with silver thread. Pengniao, a Pengbird with its wings fluttering, and the eyes of the Pengbird are inlaid with a bright golden pearl.

A faint brilliance overflowed from the pearl, like a star.

And on top of the woman's head, there is a jade gold hairpin, also in the style of a penguin bird. It is exquisite and exquisite, its wings are flat, and it has a momentum overlooking the world.

The woman's expression looks calm, but a pair of eyes are as bright as a star, with a world-famous fragrance.

She quietly followed the Prince Li's side without saying a word, but all the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty subconsciously focused on her.

because……

She is the arrogant daughter of the Daxia dynasty, Chihou Yan, who is the master of the dynasty, and Chi Guyan, the leader of the Shuanglong.

"Senior minister sees the emperor!" The prince stepped into the Jinluan Temple, but instead of leaving, he bowed directly in front of the door.

"Uncle, please get up!" St. Lin Mubai, who was sitting on the dragon chair, saw the old kneeling and quickly stood up from the dragon chair.

The prince Li, who was about to kneel down, immediately stood up again, but instead of entering the hall, he stood at the entrance of the hall like an old stone sculpture.

"Thank you the emperor!"

"I don't know what happened to Uncle Huang and Gu Yan coming to see me together?" Sheng Shang Lin Mubai clearly saw a faint light in his eyes when he saw Chi Guyan.

"The weather has not been very good for the past few days, and I was so stupid in the house that I came to see my old man alone and walked away. Unexpectedly, I walked to the Jinluan Temple and disturbed the emperor to handle political affairs. "It's old," said Prince Li's voice, as if it might be blown down by the wind at any time.

"It's not too late to talk about the political affairs of the uncle wherever the uncle said. The uncle went into the palace today. Can I accompany the uncle to the imperial garden now?"

"The emperor's good intentions, the old minister's heart led, but, the emperor should still focus on political affairs first, anyway, the old minister is also a layman, so much time, it doesn't matter if you wait." Prince Li said here, a pair of cloudy eyes also looked To the invisible sword being held by General Jin's hands in the temple. (To be continued.)