The Heavenly Court divides history into three ancient times, among which the two emperors of Yan and Huang were two important events in the ancient times, which were a major event in the rise of the human race. In this era, the Yan and Huang lineage emerged in many talents. The king god who raced with Xun Yi was a famous existence in the mid-year ancient times.

After Huangdi consolidated the world and Xuanyuan Miao descent ruled Jiuzhou, he often became the two kings together with another king god who unified Jiuzhou.

Moreover, these two emperors had a wonderful love for the imperial car. One liked to build the imperial car, and the other liked to cultivate horses. In ancient times, the two emperors could often be seen competing in the sky. The sun rose as a sign and fell into Ganyuan before the moon came out of the mountain. The winner would enjoy the other party's chariot or horse.

Therefore, there were countless emperor carriages and horses in his hands. The only regret was that Emperor Xiaowu's driving style was too wild. Whenever he went to a foreign land to fight, his imperial car would inevitably be damaged. As a result, the Xuanyuan family has only left one imperial car that he used to be.

Now, these two king gods have long since fallen. However, the power evolved by the remaining kingly thoughts in the ancestral spirit corridor still retains the style of Emperor Xiaowu back then.

The imperial car rushed around like the storm of the sun churning in the sea of ​​fire, and eight horses neighed and hit the imperial car beside them.

"Although this kid has a bit of an emperor's style, he is too kind. Compared with me, he is just me when I was a teenager. He even has to move forward." Emperor Xiaowu sighed when he thought of his growth under the pressure of his grandmother.

Suddenly, the imperial car next to him exploded, and two divine lights rushed towards him.

Emperor Xiaowu had just raised his hand to prepare for defense, and a cold voice sounded in his ears: "Zhuohua Taoyao!"

Cancan peach blossoms formed a chain to tie him up, while Wang Hui snatched control of the imperial car, and the two of them successfully jumped onto his imperial car.

"Your Majesty, you said I am good at risking places. But if Your Majesty controls it personally and has no one to accompany you, isn't it even more dangerous?" Xun Yi put Chang Bai sword across Emperor Xiaowu's neck with a gentle smile: "Your Majesty has no one to take care of you, but you dare to go into battle yourself. This is the real sitting under the dangerous wall."

Emperor Xiaowu has experienced countless storms and looked calm: "I have said that which chariot fell first. Do you think you won when you come here?"

The sea of ​​fire was getting hot, and Xun Yi sweated heavily on his forehead. He wiped his sleeves with his smile and said, "Of course I don't dare to look down on His Majesty like this. It's just..."

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When Wang Hui controlled the imperial car, he took the initiative to sank the imperial car, and the wheel of the car fell into the sea of ​​fire. Then, he carried Xun Yi: "Your Highness, let's go!" As he said that, he raised Xun Yi and jumped back to his imperial car, and the imperial car was slowly swallowed up in the flames.

Xun Yi's imperial carriage was about to fall apart, but without the attack of Emperor Xiaowu, he slowly flew into the finish line.

When the young master and others saw that the two were about to come, they couldn't help but look soothing. "This kid is worthy of being the God of Fortune, and his strong luck is indeed amazing."

But just as the two were about to reach the finish line, a red light suddenly burst out from the sea of ​​fire. A dilapidated imperial car shot out from the depths.

"Boy, I'll teach you a good person. In the future, you must not leave a glimmer of hope for the enemy." Emperor Xiaowu Che Fengchi and Dianzhi chased after him.

The eight horses were like pulling a sun, reaching the imperial carriage of the two.

"Not good!" Xun Yi held Chang Bai's sword and prepared to make up for another sword. Suddenly, when the emperor's car was about to catch up with Xun Yi, it completely disintegrated halfway and turned into a rainbow light and sank into the sea of ​​fire.

After all, the Emperor Xiaowu car had been sunk. Although he could come quickly with the help of eight horses, the Emperor car could not bear the speed and collapsed.

However, at this moment, the two imperial cars were only one foot away. If Emperor Xiaowu was given some more time, it would be easy to turn defeat into victory.

Xun Yi's face turned pale and he fell silent. That's right. If Emperor Xiaowu was killed just now, then the victory would definitely belong to him. He would not let Emperor Xiaowu catch up with him with the help of the broken imperial cart.

"Your Majesty, I've been taught." Xun Yi tidied up his clothes and bowed respectfully to his back.

Then, the sea of ​​fire separated and a red divine horse stepped out of flames.

As the divine horse appeared, the sea of ​​fire disappeared, and everyone returned to the corridor. But there was a fiery red divine horse in front of Xun Yi. The king riding in the imperial carriage on the mural not far away spoke leisurely: "This is the divine horse chasing the sun, it is your spoil."

"This horse..." Looking at the BMW whose body was red and even sweat was red, Xun Yi showed a look of surprise: "Is this a sweat-blooded horse?"

"The sweat-blood horse is just a spiritual horse. It is the descendant of the Sun-Chasing Tianma in the Golden Palace of Heaven. His Majesty Xiaowu prefers the Sweat-Chasing Blood Horse. When he gets off the imperial cart, eight Sun-Chasing God Horses come to pull the cart. Therefore, there is also the saying of the Sun-Chasing Tianma." Another emperor walked over.

After hearing this, Xun Yi reached out to touch the black mane of the horse. There was indeed a divine nature from the sun. There was a warm heat in the palm of his palm.

"So, what advice does Your Majesty Guangwu have?"

The man had an extra branch of mulberry tree in his hand: "I see that you are destined to be with the mulberry tree, so I will demonstrate a sword technique for you. If you can avoid it, you will let it go."

This king god is a little more gentle than the Xiaowu Emperor just now.

Ji Yang looked at him and suddenly thought of something: "Your Highness, be careful, this man's sword technique should be related to Sangmu. It is on the mural..."

"No," Emperor Guangwu smiled and said, "In the past, I realized the truth and was named God under the mulberry tree. I wanted to use the mulberry tree as my natal divine tree. However, my benefactor in the past was missing. I see that you have a connection with the mulberry tree, so your natal tree should be a mulberry tree?" As he said that, the mulberry tree branches in the emperor's hand turned into a sword energy.

Sang is a mourning, and it means to die. The blue sword light is controlled by Guangwu's hands, and a breath of decisiveness slowly rises.

This sword is not fierce, nor is it evil. It is a plain and simple artistic conception of death. When the sword light pointed, a feeling of death naturally arose in Xun Yi's heart.

"This is the sword technique of the gods." He suddenly understood the true meaning of a sword. The sword technique of the gods is not to kill people, but to empower and grant concepts from the law.

Those who are hit by this sword will be given the concept of "death" regardless of whether they are injured or not. This is the ultimate sword intent.

"Absolutely kill the Tao. Seek the Sword of Sang!" Guangwu stabbed the sword at Xun Yi.

Watching the sword light slowly flying towards him, just like this person, with a restrained luster and a blow exploded.

"This kind of death sword intent looks familiar." Xun Yi's eyes lit up: "The life, death, prosperity and sword in Donghuang seems to be very similar to this sword intent? Moreover, Tianzu has the same idea."

Whether it is Donghuang or Ji Lingde, their understanding of wood virtue is all about life and fortune. From the withering and prosperity of plants and trees, it can even be said that Donghuang's sword technique is inherited from Guangwu and Ji Lingde.

So Xun Yi raised his hand and stepped forward, and his body was full of vitality, just like the rising sun, and a phantom of mulberry tree evolved in his hand to fight against the sword of sending mulberry.
Chapter completed!