I, the Mad Prince of Daqin, Start the Inheritance Sword Saint

As soon as the words fell, Ying Zifeng's eyes slowly became absent-minded, as if there was no focus, and from a distance he looked like a foolish person.

However, at this moment, the swordsmanship of the Sword Saint Dugujian's life was reflected in Ying Zifeng's mind.

One person with one sword, two with two swords, one without a sword, Holy Spirit Swordsmanship...

And when Ying Zifeng passed on, there was also an inexplicable aura from his body.

This momentum is illusory, as true as it is false.

Ying Zheng glanced at the civil and military officials and put the last deep eyes on Ying Zifeng.

"Feng'er, you go back to rest first."

The corners of the civil and military officials rose slightly after hearing this.

Then right now.

"Yan~"

The sound of two swordsmen was heard in the Chaozheng Palace.

Everyone was stunned and looked in the direction of the voice.

I saw two swords vibrating strangely in their scabbards at that height.

The two swords are named "Tianwen!"

One called "Yuanhong"!

It is the first and second sword on the sword spectrum!

The civil and military officials opened their eyes wide and did not know why.

Ying Zheng and the people around him looked solemnly at his sword.

"Shu~"

Cold Sword unsheathed!

Two cold lights flashed past, hovering above Ying Zifeng's head in the blink of an eye.

This scene made Li Si, civil and military officials dumbfounded!

"Ding ~"

The sword body trembled, and the sound of cicadas sounded pleasant to the ears!

Immediately, Tian Wen and Yuan Hong were directly inserted into the ground on both sides of Ying Zifeng.

Sword into one inch.

The air is quiet~

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ps: thank you flowers, thank you flowers. *

Chapter [-] A peerless swordsman who is stronger than the current swordsman!

Chaozheng Palace is silent for a while~

This!

what happened?

Everyone looked at Ying Zifeng dumbfoundedly.

Is this day so haunted!

Ying Zheng and Gai Nie are also attentive, such a scene can be described as unheard of.

At this moment, Ying Zifeng has accepted the inheritance of Sword Saint Dugu, and slowly came back to his senses. In Ying Zifeng's eyes, there is a brilliance that is different from the past. There was a sharp sword light hidden under the dull eyes.

Glancing at the dumbfounded civil and military officials, Ying Zifeng was stunned.

kindness?

What's wrong with this?

How is it the same as eating poop?

Ying Zifeng doesn't know why.

At this moment, two rays of sword cold light suddenly pierced into his black eyes, Ying Zifeng subconsciously frowned and then took a closer look.

I saw that there were two cold swords stuck on the ground on the left and right sides of him.

The light of the sword cold is like the bright moon, and the sword body is as thin as a cicada's wings, exuding a suffocating cold air.

Nice sword!

With a sigh of admiration in his heart, Ying Zifeng's eyes lit up.

Although Ying Zifeng, who inherited Dugu Sword Saint, is not very good at martial arts now, his knowledge of swords has already surpassed some masters in the arena.

Just by looking at it, Ying Zifeng knew that the two swords beside him were peerless swords.

Slowly look towards the top of the sword.

On the left is the Daqin script "Yuanhong" in Xiaozhuan.

Abyssal Rainbow Sword!

It turned out to be Yuanhong Sword!

Ying Zifeng's eyes widened.

The name of Yuanhong is spread all over the world, and the second-ranked sword in the sword manual is only under the heavenly question of Zulong's father.

But why is this thing here!

No, this one is Yuanhong, and the one on the right is! ! !

With a sudden jump in his heart, Ying Zifeng stared at the long sword on the right.

The sword is cold and cold, and the hilt is engraved with the word "Tianwen" in Chu's words. The cold sword on the right is the Tianwen sword that ranks first in the sword score!

The sword of the emperor is the saber of Zulong's father!

Damn, what's going on here!

Could it be that something happened when I inherited the Sword Saint?

The shocked Ying Zifeng raised his head and looked directly at the throne.

The next second, the eyes met, and the eyes of Zulong's father pierced into Ying Zifeng's heart like sharp swords.

Ying Zifeng looked directly at the pair of blue dragon eyes, neither humble nor arrogant, after a breath, Ying Zheng suddenly raised his mouth slightly, and Ying Zifeng was stunned for a moment.

Zulong's father laughed!

Before he could understand the smile, a rock-like voice sounded in an instant.

"Feng'er, from today onwards, you are the prince of my Daqin."

The sound spread far and wide to the Chaozheng Palace.

Zhao Gao, Li Si, Meng Tian and all the civil and military officials trembled in their pupils and felt in a trance.

Ugh!

Is this the prince?

Ying Zifeng was dumbfounded, he didn't know what happened at all.

But don't be in vain, Ying Zifeng "grinned" and said with a smile: "Thank you, Father and Emperor."

Ying Zheng's eyes flickered and he turned to Zhao Gao.

"Zhao Gao, plan to announce the will of a few people to the world."

Zhao Gao quickly lowered his head in horror.

"promise."

Zhao Gao, who responded, immediately retreated, and before leaving, he took a deep look at Ying Zifeng.

The civil and military officials stared at Ying Zheng and hesitated, but they did not dare to stop him, because the sudden vision just now was too incredible.

It's just the power of a ghost.

They were afraid.

Ying Zifeng smiled faintly when he saw that no one could refute it, he knew that the crown prince would not be able to escape from his palm.

However, Ying Zifeng is also clear that if he can't continue to prove the existence of the old immortal, then it is estimated that the prince can only be hot for a while.

Just thinking of this, the voice of Zulong's father interrupted his thinking.

"Feng'er, next time you see the old immortal, please greet the immortal for the widow, and don't humiliate the great Qin Huangwei."

really!

Ying Zifeng narrowed his eyes.

I really don't want it to come.

But he is not afraid, the inheritance of the Sword Saint is enough to support his statement, and he still has a system, and there are ways.

"Yes, my son understands, the next time I see the old god, I will definitely tell the father's intention." Ying Zifeng bowed and said.

After hearing this, Ying Zheng waved his sleeve robe with a grim expression.

"That's it for today, retreat."

All the civil and military officials withdrew one after another, and Ying Zifeng also retreated, but compared to the worried civil and military officials, Ying Zifeng went out in high spirits.

"Ah~"

The civil and military officials looked at Ying Zifeng's back and sighed.

Their king is too childish, and such an important crown prince position was taken away by the crazy Ying Zifeng, if people in the world knew about it, wouldn't it be shameful.

Especially the anti-Qin forces.