The so-called emperor is the blood of the true dragon, the nine-five fate! The upper one is in harmony with the heart of the heavens, the lower one is in harmony, and will be born in accordance with the fortune of the fortune for five hundred years. Suppress the chaos and storm the dangers, and build a country. However, the heavenly sword is the emperor's army. If it is not the blood of the true dragon, the power of this sword will not be born, and it is no different from ordinary iron. Only with the nine-five fate can people and soldiers unite, unify the country, and achieve the great cause for thousands of generations.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the world was in chaos. First, the three kingdoms of Wei, Shu and Wu were at the fortification of China, and then the Five Barbarians invaded China, which was divided into north and south. In the middle, the land of Hua was full of smoke and chaos, and the war was not extinguished. There was no real dragon emperor in the world, and the Tianjian was also missing for hundreds of years. It was not until thirty years ago that the Tianjian suddenly emerged and was obtained by Yang Jian, the general of the Northern Zhou cavalry. From then on, the destiny of heaven was returned smoothly. In the Zhou Dynasty, the Sui Dynasty was established, and the Nanchen Pods were defeated, and the four hundred years of chaos ended, and the Kaihuang prosperous era was created. The process was really difficult and dangerous. All of them were relying on the power of the Heavenly Sword to protect the master. Only then did they have the dangers to be safe and finally they were safe.

In recent years, the world has been peaceful, and the power of the Sui Dynasty has been booming, and everything has been on track. Yang Jian is getting older and rarely shows his martial arts in front of his ministers. However, at this time, Li Yuan and Yuwen Shu, who were highly anticipated, joined forces to attack for the first time, but they still lost to the monk Zhu Faran, which is really a shattering glasses - of course, there are no glasses in this era.

As the emperor, he naturally felt a sense of arrogance. Yang Su shouted out the four words "Assassin, Protect the Lord" in time, and although he could gather the power of all the masters to kill the monks of the Heavenly Monk and Yizhi Wende in one fell swoop. However, the envoys of all countries were present, and in full view of everyone, Yang Jian could not do such a thing. Seeing that he fought alone, no one in the temple could beat Li Yuan and Yuwen Shu. In order to save face, even the emperor's commander in person, he could not say it.

At that moment, Yang Jian pressed the hilt of the sword with his hand, waved his hand to give way, and his face was solemn, and he wanted to step down from the Golden Step. However, although he was interested in fighting, how dare the ministers in the palace dared, and how could he let the king take this risk? In an instant, no one was willing to move back. Yang Guang went forward to stop him and knelt down half of his knees and said, "Father, you are a body of gold, and you are in the Sui Dynasty, and you are responsible for the blessings and blessings of the people. You are just a despicable barbarian in Goguryeo. Why bother you to fight yourself? Although the child is not talented, he is willing to take action on behalf of his father. Teach such a clown to such a jumping clown."

Yang Guang brought the lead, and the rest of Shu King Yang Xiu and Han King Yang Liang were naturally not willing to let their descendants. At the same time, they stood up to ask for the fight. It’s not that they were arrogant and could beat the monk in the Heavenly Monk, but their father was already old. When such a big event happened, wouldn’t it be a great unfilial thing if the sons did not rush to submit to their work?

However, Yang Xiu and Yang Liang had different ideas. Among Yang Jian’s five sons, the King of Shu had always had a very good relationship with the former deposed crown prince. Yang Jian deposed Yang and bravely established Yang Guang. Yang Xiu was quite unfair. This time he asked for battle, he also had the idea of ​​not allowing Yang Guang to make contributions.

In contrast, the King of Han was young and vigorous and was in full swing. In recent years, he frequently led troops to fight, and became arrogant because of his favor, and gradually developed the idea of ​​seeking a throne. No matter whether the matter succeeds or fails, he can make a big impression in front of his father. Even if it is dangerous, it is definitely worth taking a risk.

Yang Jian's old eyes were not yet fainted, and he could see more clearly about his three sons' thoughts, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He wanted to fight in person, which was a helpless move. The martial arts of the monk in the Indians were amazing, but his energy gradually declined in recent years, and it was no longer as good as before. Even with the help of the Tianjian, it was hard to say that he would win. Yang Guang was the prince, so if he could defeat him, it would be better. Unfortunately, his martial arts have always been mediocre. When it comes to fighting alone,

At most, it is almost the same as Yu Wenhua and Yang Xuangan and others, and there is no chance of winning (Yang Guang is a pseudonym Happy, and he participated in the battle of the Tiger Soul and the Battle of Yan Emperor in the world, and the Nine Thousand Years, and Yang Jian was not aware of it). To be second to the next step, if the three sons can work together to fight the enemy, they may have some hope. But judging from their appearance, they will thank the Bodhisattva for their blessings if they don’t drag each other down in the end. Where can they defeat the enemy?

In an instant, the hero of this generation felt desolate in his heart, and he felt that there was no successor. He was determined and said coldly: "Get back! I have decided, there is no need to..."

"Grandpa, Master, wait!" Yang Jian was suddenly interrupted before he finished speaking. After such delay, Yang Zhao, who had already adjusted his breath, got up and walked to his cheap man, and knelt down, and looked up and said, "Grandpa, Master, why use a kimchi knife to kill chickens? How can you use a big talent be used to make a small use? To deal with Goguryeo, the grandson alone is enough to take action alone. There is no need to bother your father and the two uncles of the king, let alone the emperor. You should do it. To put it bluntly, they are not worthy of it."

Seeing that it was Yang Zhao who spoke, Yang Jian couldn't help but look up. This grandson, who had no outstanding performance on weekdays, suddenly cursed the Yizhi Wende very happily today, and then he took the lead in protecting the Duke of Tang who was hit by Fei in the crisis. Whether it was both civil and military, the Emperor of Sui lit up his eyes, and he felt like he had found gold from the sand. He just saw his posture and appearance, and his internal skills were indeed very solid. In time, he would consider his achievements unlimited. But now he was saying that he could defeat the monk in Heaven, which was a joke.

Yang Jian sighed inwardly, but he felt very comforted in his heart and said with a kind look: "Good grandson, grandson, I know you have the will. But you have not had enough cultivation and act rashly, but the consequences are... OK, get out of here."

"The Emperor, the Grandpa, the military grandson said: Know yourself and your enemy, and you will not be defeated by a hundred battles. The Duke of Tang and Duke Xu did not understand the enemy's weaknesses and reality, so he was negligent for a moment." Yang Zhao sneaked into the left mat and saw his nominal master, Mahaye, who did not move from beginning to end, sat upright on the side wall holding a wine glass. Yang Zhao sneered secretly, then looked up at Yang Jian, and said confidently: "As far as to understand the details of the monk in the Heavenly Kingdom, I believe that no one in the palace can be his grandson. Therefore, the grandson begged to fight was not the courage of his will, nor was it the courage to show off his strength, but the determination to be invincible. Please, the Grandpa, the Grandpa will fulfill it."

Yang Jian was skeptical and asked, "Do you know the origin of this Master Tianzhu and his father's martial arts? How did you know?"

Yang Zhao whispered: "It was Master Mahaye who just now told his grandson by using the method of transmitting the voice to the secret. As for the details, please forgive me, I will not disclose it for the time being."

"Oh, was it the national master telling you?" Yang Jian couldn't help but look back at Mahaye. If anyone in this hall could defeat the monks of the Heavenly Kingdom, it was actually the leader of the Jileju Sect. Unfortunately, he was never a Middle-earth person, nor was he a formal person in the court. The current battle was related to the face of the Great Sui Dynasty, but Yang Jian was not convenient for him to send Mahaye to fight. At this time, he heard Yang Zhao's swearing, although he was still skeptical, but since others were sure to lose, it would be better to let this grandson treat his dead horse as a living horse, and there might be a turning point.

Yang Jian acted in his life and had bold moves to win in danger. Even though he was getting older, he never became conservative. He also saw that Yang Zhao was enterprising and couldn't help but feel that his grandson had the style of his youth. He made a quick decision and shouted: "Okay! If you don't have any jade, you won't be able to become a weapon. Zhaoer, since you have confidence, then go on a battle on behalf of your father and grandfather, and have a good taste of this master of Heaven and his father. Remember, don't lose the dignity of my Yang family and the Great Sui." After saying that, he drew his sword and unsheathed it, and said: "This is the sword of the emperor, I will lend you a gift for you."

Yang Zhao let out a deep breath, and took it with respect and respect, and said, "Abide by the order!" Before he finished speaking, the sword of the emperor suddenly trembled and roared in his palm. The red light of the sword, which was originally dark, shone brightly, shining like day because the lights and candles were extinguished before. In an instant, Mahaye, who had always lowered his eyebrows and eyes, as if nothing had been lingered in his arms, suddenly shook his whole body, and opened his tiger's eyes wide open. Two sharp eyes, as if cold lights were shining directly at this registered brother, who had never taken it to heart, were full of surprise in his eyes.

Because the sect leader of Jile Master suddenly discovered that the person he was looking for seemed to be under his eyes.

At this moment, Yang Zhao had no time to pay attention to the eyes of others. The sky sword roared and the divine weapons were connected. Flashes of burning warm currents poured into his body from the sword, causing his pores to spread wide open, and he could not help but vomit the old and absorb the new, and cleanse the marrow. Several key points in his body that he could never rush through when he practiced in the past. At this moment, with the help of the spiritual power of the sky sword, he was as dangerous as the barbaric force, and his body's strength increased faster and improved in an instant, reaching a level that he could not imagine before.

But even with such benefits, Yang Zhao still seemed to be free from sorrow or joy. It was because his entire soul was completely attracted by this divine weapon of the Emperor.

In a daze, countless images flashed in front of my eyes and countless sounds heard in my ears, but it was the lifelong experience of the true dragon emperors of all dynasties since the existence of the Heavenly Sword in the world. Countless joys, anger, sorrow, happiness, birth, old age, sickness and death are all flowing into my heart. The world has changed, and the changes in the world for thousands of years have been hidden in this moment.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Yang Zhao suddenly woke up like a dream and opened his eyes again. He looked around and saw that except for Yang Jian, Yang Guang, Yang Su, Mahaye and others, the rest were almost all inexplicable. However, the Tianjian also returned to normal and no longer bloomed red light. He hesitated and asked, "Emperor, Master... Just now..."

"You are very good, better than me." Yang Jian interrupted him with a smile and said, "Go." He stretched out his hand and pushed Yang Zhao's shoulder, but he couldn't let him tell him about his experience just now. Yang Zhao decided to be sure, shook his head and removed the distracting thoughts in his heart, put his sword in his hand, arched at the monk Tianzhu, and said loudly: "The Prince of the Great Sui Dynasty, Yang Zhao, was ordered to go to fight and learn about Master Zhu Faran's brilliant skills."

Once the emperor said something, it was an imperial edict that could not be violated. Even though almost no one among the ministers looked down on Yang Zhao, he still had to accept the edict to disperse. Mahaye and Yang Su were thinking, Yang Guang's thick eyebrows were furrowed and his fists were clenched, making him worried. As for the two kings of Yang Xiu and Yang Liang, they were completely gloating.

Yizhi Wende sneered in his heart, thinking disdainfully: "The people of the Central Plains just like to be mysterious. They create such a rippling copper and iron that can shine to pretend to be a god. Humph, are you afraid?" He whispered to the monk Tianzhu: "Master Faran, teach that kid a lesson. After the matter is done today, I, the King of Goguryeo, will not let him down."

The monk from India said nothing more, and just nodded. He put his palms on the long and loud Buddha's name and took two steps forward. As soon as he thought, the two forces of ice and fire penetrated their bodies, and their bodies immediately turned half red and half blue, which was the strange phenomenon when the sixth heaven of ice and fire reached its peak.
Chapter completed!