Chapitre 222: Chapter 224: Killing people and setting fire to the palace
Li Qingxuan's body turned into an afterimage and instantly rushed towards the attic where the Queen Mother was.
His figure drew a thin line in the sky, like a long tail.
Mr. Da roared angrily at this moment, and his aura instantly reached its peak, blocking Li Qingxuan's path.
Because Li Qingxuan was farther away than him, he could barely keep up.
In the sky, the air exploded due to the strong wind brought by the two figures.
Mr. Zhu Qing, the great master of Dali, has an extremely high status in Dali.
He himself is a peak ninth-level master, even stronger than the master of Jiange Pavilion.
I saw him raising his hand and holding out a book, with stars lingering on it.
But the sword light flashed away in the next moment, and the book, the treasure of White Deer Academy, was cut directly from the middle, and then fell into two halves.
This book is one of the most sacred objects in the world today, but it is so fragile when faced with Li Qingxuan's sword light.
Without the support of the divine object, Zhu Qing still continued to greet Li Qingxuan without hesitation.
As the person who proposed the theory of heaven and earth, king, relative, and master, at this juncture, how could he forget the important thing just because he pities his own life.
If this is the case, then his entire life will be ruined.
Hooray.
The sword light flashed away.
Victory or defeat is decided in an instant.
Zhu Qing only lasted two breaths before one of his arms was cut off by the sword light and his whole body fell from the sky.
But Zhu Qing was still unwilling to give up. He threw out a carving knife in his hand, with a mighty aura flowing around it. He activated it with the Confucian Haoran Righteousness Technique, and a righteousness rose into the sky behind him.
"Pfft."
This time he only lasted three breaths, and cracks appeared on the carving knife.
"Boom."
Li Qingxuan was blocked, and with anger in his eyes, he stepped on Zhu Qing head-on.
The carving knife in Zhu Qing's hand was completely broken, and his whole body was stepped directly into the ground.
And Li Qingxuan used the power of this step to rush to the attic again.
Just when Li Qingxuan rushed up to the attic, holding the unparalleled sword light, he was about to smash the entire attic.
A child wearing a bright yellow dragon robe suddenly opened his arms and stood in front of the Queen Mother.
He said in a childish but firm voice: "I, Dali, are willing to cede a state, please stop."
"Little Emperor of Dali?"
The sword light in Li Qingxuan's hand flickered in the void.
The little emperor's courage surprised him a little.
"Can you keep your word?"
Li Qingxuan asked.
After all, it was the Queen Mother who made the decision in Dali.
"I am the emperor, and Dali is my kingdom. Of course it counts."
Li Qingxuan pondered for a moment, then slowly sheathed his sword and dissipated the sword energy.
"Have your troops stop."
Li Qingxuan said.
The Empress Dowager Dali behind her finally reacted, took a deep breath, and slowly stood up.
"Preaching the Ai family's decree, everyone should stop."
The soldiers and horses of Dali who were fighting outside stopped one after another when they heard the ceasefire signal coming from the top of the city.
"This king wants to move away from Jingzhou, which borders Daxia. Within ten days, Dali's troops and horses will be withdrawn. If you dare to delay for one more day, you will be responsible for the consequences."
Li Qingxuan said lightly.
Queen Mother Dali nodded.
"Don't worry, Dali will never break his promise."
Li Qingxuan laughed loudly: "This is ridiculous. If you had known each other earlier, why would there be such trouble? Maybe a few of us can get together to play mahjong at the same table."
Although Queen Mother Dali didn't know what mahjong was, she could only laugh with her at the moment.
Li Qingxuan turned around and touched the head of the little emperor of Dali, and then flew out of the attic under the angry gaze of the little emperor.
Just at the moment of flying out, a sword light roared down.
Mr. Third, who had not figured out what happened, had his whole body cut off by the sword light.
Li Qingxuan's figure kept moving and fell directly outside the imperial city.
He said to Ye Cangqiong and others: "Let's go, find a restaurant and have a drink."
On the other side, in the palace, countless people looked at Mr. Third lying in a pool of blood with complicated expressions.
Empress Dowager Da Li clenched her fists, inhaling and exhaling, inhaling and exhaling again, to suppress the anger in her heart.
And the little emperor of Dali looked out the window blankly, that figure deeply imprinted in his mind.
Countless disciples of White Deer Academy heard the sound of crying.
Mr. Big covered his broken arm.
The second gentleman closed his eyes and sighed.
On the other side, at the most famous Hanhai Tower in Dali Imperial City, Li Qingxuan and everyone had hot pot here openly.
He had just killed people and set fire to someone else's palace, and now he was drinking and having fun in front of people's eyes. This level of arrogance was unique in the world.
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