The third prince was defeated, the defeat was complete, the tragic defeat, and the defeat was worse than the flesh and blood that flew from the sky. The conspiracy and calculation, the supreme throne, disappeared overnight.
The corners of Xia Ziyi's mouth were stained with blood, and she laughed with extreme sadness, with tears in her laughter. In the night wind, her white hair was looming, so dazzling.
How many innocent people were involved in the struggle for imperial power, and how many soldiers shed blood for it, now thinking about it, it is only a bubble of prosperity.
Yin Wugou and Kong Yu left, and King Yanwu blew himself up. This was the best ending.
The rebellion in the imperial city was quickly suppressed, and Xia Yanwu, who had been running around for the throne all his life, was finally unable to enter the Chuwu Gate of the palace, which is really an irony.
"what"
At this moment, in the imperial city, a series of miserable screams sounded, and Beimeng, with the help of the wings of the third prince, started to move the martial arts powerhouse hidden in the imperial city.
The tenth prince and the dignitaries on the side of Duke Xiyu began to be assassinated one after another. Even the commanders of Qingque and Baihu Battalion were caught off guard by the sudden attack, killing three and injuring two.
Ning Chen stood on top of the Buddhist pagoda in the imperial city, listening to a scream, Po Shang bowed out, and an arrow broke through the air.
The dazzling silver arrows swept across the sky and went straight to the Xiaoyi Hou Courtyard. The expression of the Northern Mongolian strong man who had not yet had time to evacuate changed drastically. He just saw the arrow, but it had already passed through his chest.
Blood sprayed, splashing more than ten feet high, his eyes widened, and he couldn't close his eyes until he died.
The silver arrows lit up one after another, and each time they appeared, an assassin would be killed. However, from the fourth arrow, the corners of Ning Chen's mouth began to bleed, dripping drop by drop, staining the shirt on his chest red.
"Swish"
Above the sky, an extremely fast white rainbow suddenly swept across, and a shocking sword slashed towards the pagoda.
With a loud bang, the pagoda collapsed, and Ning Chen, who had been on guard for a long time, avoided the sword, but was still shaken by the aftermath more than twenty feet away, and blood splattered on the ground.
"Twilight Snow"
Ning Chen looked at the beautiful shadow in the sky, and after a brief shock, he quickly recovered.
Mu Chengxue didn't mean to use the second sword, the figure flashed and disappeared.
Mingyue was taken away, and she didn't have time to say a word of goodbye. In this imperial city, as long as Prince Yan didn't make a move, no one could stop Mu Chengxue, who had a good track record.
Unfortunately, Prince Yan will not interfere in these matters.
Ning Chen coughed twice, and finally glanced at the direction in which the two disappeared. He immediately retracted his mind and walked towards Lingyan Pavilion. Tonight, he must solve all the troubles together.
The night was swaying, and the blood-stained people walked step by step, coughing up blood from time to time, and it was obvious that the time when the oil was running out and the lamp was dying.
The scroll of life is the most fundamental mental method in the world, but it can't stand the wear and tear of repeated life-and-death battles. Since returning from the Buddhist kingdom, Ning Chen's body has never been better, and he just relied on the unparalleled foundation and the power of medicinal pills to carry it. Now.
Manpower is ultimately poor, and all he can do is this. As for the result, he can only see the will of God.
He didn't believe in God all his life, but in the end, it was the sky above his head who wanted to take him.
"Master"
Yin Wugou and Kong Yu came over, looking at Ning Chen who was covered in blood, with a startled expression, they immediately stepped forward.
"You don't have to come, just do what I told you to do"
Ning Chen didn't stop, coughing and explaining calmly.
"Yes"
There was a hint of hesitation in their eyes, but they nodded in agreement.
In the Taili Division, there were thirteen people in red, 600 people in blue, and 8,000 people in blue. Ning Chen had been the head of the department for a month, which was neither long nor short.
The Taili Division is still the Taili Division of Duke Xiyu, but he will always bring some shadows of the Marquis of Fate.
It is impossible for anyone to completely control these nearly ten thousand people, not even Duke Xiyu.
The Palace of Heavenly Mandate, the third prince, and the tenth prince came, and the court officials rushed over one after another.
Due to the turmoil in the imperial city and the assassination of the Northern Mongolian assassins, many important officials were killed, and most of the rebellious ministers on the side of the Third Prince had been arrested. For example, the people in the imperial palace today were sparse, with less than 30% of the usual remaining.
The old eunuch Pei walked to the dragon chair and looked at this empty dragon chair, his old eyes were gloomy.
Regarding the behavior of the old eunuch Pei, the ministers did not say anything. This is a genuine innate powerhouse, and no one can afford to offend him.
"I know you too well, it's time to read out the resolution of the three masters." A white-haired old minister walked out and said in a trembling voice.
After the old minister opened his mouth, the rest of the ministers turned their gazes to Tai Shigong. Tonight's upheaval came so suddenly, so many people died and so much blood was shed, not only the people of the imperial city, but even the ministers in the court felt the same. apprehensive.
Today's Daxia needs a new emperor to stabilize people's hearts.
In fact, there is no suspense about the candidate of the new emperor. The third prince has died, the first prince has withdrawn from the competition for a long time, and the rest of the princes are not good enough. The only candidate for the throne is the tenth prince.
Duke Wu of Jing was always silent, and he never said a word from the moment Xia Yanwu launched his troops.
Duke Xiyu was also very quiet, with the feather fan shaking lightly, without saying a word.
Tai Shi Gong was waiting, and he wanted to wait for the arrival of Zhiming Hou to witness this final moment, but unfortunately he never came.
The biggest hero never appeared, so Tai Shigong had to give up waiting and read the resolution of Sangong.
All the ministers knelt down and listened to the decree. After hearing the three words Xia Mingri at the end of the resolution, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
it is finally over!
From the first four kings to seize the throne, to tonight's rebellion of the three princes, this battle for the throne finally came to an end.
A smile crossed the corner of the tenth prince's mouth, and in the eyes of everyone, he walked towards the throne step by step.
Imperial City, Lingyan Pavilion, and Ning Chen also arrived, covered in blood, and tired eyes full of final murderous intent.
After Su Feiyan and Qiu Lan saw Ning Chen, their expressions were startled, and they didn't know why.
"Marquis Zhiming, why are you here?" Su Feiyan felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong, and asked in a deep voice.
"Murder," Ning Chen replied.
The words fell, the frost bloomed at the beginning of the descent, the ink sword slid across, and the world was vast.
When the snow fell in May, Qiu Lan drew his sword to block it, but was directly knocked into the air. The difference in fundamental cultivation was too great to be able to participate in the battle at all.
This time, Ning Chen didn't have to hide his moves like the last time, but he started killing intently, with a completely different power.
Su Feiyan saw that the situation was wrong, and the three strings of the spring thunder qin moved in unison, and the purple brilliance instantly lit up.
Jianyin collided, Su Feiyan took three steps back and fell slightly.
"Marquis Zhiming, what do you mean!" Su Feiyan said with an angry look on his face.
Tonight, everything went according to plan. The third prince raised an army, and was then suppressed by the third prince, the tenth prince, and the first prince. Now it is almost time to read the tenth prince's enthronement. Why did the Marquis of Mingming appear here
"The Hexi Dynasty has been destroyed for thousands of years, and there should be no more troubles," Ning Chen said calmly.
Su Feiyan's expression changed greatly, how did he know!
"There should be a result at the Tianyu Palace, Duke Xiyu is finished!" Ning Chen glanced at the palace in the distance and said.
Hearing this, Su Feiyan's heart immediately sank to the bottom of the valley, and when he moved his feet, he was about to break through.
Ning Chen crossed the sword, a sword light swept past, blocking the former's pace, and said, "Even if you rush over now, it will be too late. Tonight, everything will end."
In the Palace of Heavenly Mandate, the tenth prince stepped up to the supreme throne of Daxia step by step, then turned around and sat down slowly.
All the ministers worshiped, and the voice of long live resounded throughout the Tianyu Hall.
"All the ministers are flat," Xia Mingri said, saying the first sentence since becoming emperor.
"Thanks..." Xie didn't finish, but next to Wenlong's chair, old eunuch Pei sighed softly.
"wrong"
The sound was wrong. It was so sudden that no one reacted. I saw that the hand that once shielded Emperor Xia from the wind and rain was slammed on the chest of the tenth prince, causing the sky to turn blood red.
The sudden change shocked everyone, including San Gong below.
The next moment, everyone returned to their senses. However, an even more astonishing scene happened. The ten princes on the dragon chair, with skeletons all over his body, his face changed rapidly, and he returned to his original appearance in a blink of an eye.
"Xi Yu!"
Tai Shi Gong, Jing Wu Gong's expression changed drastically, and he was shocked.
On that day, the plan was initially finalized. The tenth prince and Ning Chen met to decide the final game of the day.
"First sentence, what do you want to say?" Ning Chen asked.
"Xuanzhi ordered Hou Jin to meet you," Xia Mingri chuckled.
Ning Chen nodded and wrote down this sentence.
In the world, there are only three people who know this sentence, Ning Chen, Xia Mingri, and Eunuch Pei.
Duke Xiyu was a very careful person, and he acted without leaking. Neither Ning Chen nor Xia Mingri could get the exact handle. However, no matter how resourceful Duke Xiyu was, the ultimate goal could not escape the throne.
Ning Chen set up tonight's game to push the tenth prince to the throne, just to bring out the last culprit behind the scenes.
He doesn't need to think too much, just staring at the dragon chair is enough.
Old eunuch Pei is the key to this plan. At this last moment, only old eunuch Pei standing by the dragon chair will not arouse anyone's suspicion.
Eunuch Pei has stood in this position for 20 years, no matter when he comes back, no one will, and he will not dare to have any objection.
Neither of the two princes had congenital innateness in their hands, and it was not once or twice to invite old eunuch Pei to come out of the mausoleum, but unfortunately they all failed.
At this time, Ning Chen went to the imperial mausoleum and returned with minor injuries, reminding many people in the imperial city.
The strength of Zhiminghou is no longer inferior to innate.
Later, Eunuch Pei was secretly invited out, but no one knew who this person was.
Of course, except for Ning Chen.
Because, when he was in the stone room, he had already told old eunuch Pei that he would ignore the invitation of anyone other than the tenth prince or Duke Xiyu.
In the past game, today's fruit was obtained. The person on the throne said the first sentence wrong, and the whole game was lost!
Innate's full-strength palm, as strong as Duke Xiyu, can't compete, the innate qi catalyzes the rottenness, instantly destroys the latter's meridians, sees blood, and dyes the dragon robe in front of his chest red.
Duke Taishi, next to Duke Jingwu, Yin Moxiao, who had been showing the face of Duke Xiyu, was the first to come back to his senses, stomped his feet, and quickly swept out of the Temple of Heaven.
The very quick response, without the slightest hesitation, did not even look at the figure on the dragon chair.
Whether it is ruthless or decisive, the moment you turn around, no one cares. At this moment, Duke Xiyu's dim eyes raised the last glimmer of hope, exhausted the remaining strength, and shouted, "Take the princess away!"