Jiang Fan didn't care about Fan Xian's feelings at all, telling him this was just to make him realize the reality.
Qing Emperor Jiang Fan may or may not be killed.
But when Jiang Fan approached the imperial study, he discovered through his golden eyes that Emperor Qing actually wanted to kill him in disguise, and he had made no less than three plans.
This can't be tolerated!
Jiang Fan can understand Emperor Qing's psychology, but understanding is understanding. If you want to kill me, you can't keep me.
On the other side, Wuzhu was killing everyone with an iron drill, and more and more people from Ouchi's masters died.
The conversation between Emperor Qing and Chen Pingping also reached the final stage.
"It is true that you did not kill her, and your hands were not stained with her blood, but you can never convince yourself, nor can you convince me, my slave, nor can you change this fact...Seventeen years ago, you personally designed and killed her
He killed her and killed a great... no, a lonely woman who had just given birth to a son for you and was at the weakest moment in her life.'
"The most despicable and shameless thing in the world is nothing more than this."
After Chen Pingping finished saying this, she looked exhausted. She sat back on the black wheelchair and slowly closed her eyes. Emperor Qing's always calm face looked a little pale. He was silent for a moment, and then said softly: "Not bad.
, I killed her." Immediately, his eyes became calm and solemn: "But so what?"
"Just for your ambition and that rotten chair, kill her!"
Fan Jian's face turned red, and his eyes looked as if he had cut Emperor Qing into pieces with a thousand knives.
Emperor Qing said indifferently: "Didn't she give me my ambition and ambition?"
"Back then, I was just an inconspicuous heir apparent in Prince Cheng's palace. Although I had great ambitions, sympathized with the people, and wanted to change everything in this war-torn world, I had no power or wealth, so how could I achieve all this?"
Emperor Qing looked at Chen Pingping and Fan Xian, and said with a smile: "It's her, it's you, you, and everyone, who allowed me to sit on this throne step by step, giving me the power and possibility to realize my dreams.
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"Now that I have sat on this dragon chair, I must fulfill my unattainable dream. Ruling a country is not about weeding or weeding, or just talking. As a king, in order to achieve the goal, anyone can die.
, no matter who it is, as long as they try to stop me, I will kill him, so many people can be sacrificed, why can't I kill her?"
"Of course not."
Fan Jian was angry.
In his opinion, anyone in the world can die, except Ye Qingmei.
Chen Pingping was even more straightforward. His hands were already on the handle of the wheelchair.
Emperor Qing suddenly felt uneasy. He subconsciously looked at Chen Pingping, and then heard a loud noise.
Boom!
A strong wind blew outside the royal study, and two violent airflows mixed with powerful gunpowder, iron sand, and steel balls violently blasted towards Emperor Qing's body.
That was the weapon Ye Qingmei left to Chen Pingping.
When Chen Pingping's legs were disabled, Ye Qingmei was worried about his safety, so he mobilized all his abilities and secretly arranged this life-saving magic weapon for Chen Pingping.
The two armrests of the wheelchair are modified shotguns.
For more than ten years, Chen Pingping had never used it. The first time she used it, she pointed the gun at Emperor Qing.
Countless steel balls and iron filings bombarded Emperor Qing's body under the explosive impact of gunpowder.
"Crack, crackle, crackle~"
The bullet collided with the flesh, making a sound like rain hitting banana leaves.
The smoke spread from the handle of the wheelchair and dissipated extremely quickly.
The door behind Emperor Qing had been beaten into a sore, sawdust and rubble were falling rustlingly, and there were many holes in the dragon robe on Emperor Qing's body, and the entrance of the hole felt slightly burnt.
Everything happened in an instant, and I saw that the energy in Emperor Qing's body was as real as the wind, whistling like the wind, with a strong reaction.
The force of the earthquake forced Fan Jian and Shadow back, who were about to take action.
Under the impact of the royal energy, Fan Jian and his shadow vomited blood and quickly slid backwards. The two of them grabbed Chen Pingping's wheelchair, causing a string of sparks to rub off between the wheelchair and the ground outside the Imperial Study Room.
Emperor Qing, a great master, did have a skill. He was shot by two shotguns at close range. Although he was injured, he did not die. However, even so, Emperor Qing looked quite embarrassed at this time, with both palms and
There is no blood flowing from my body.
Feeling the breath of death, Emperor Qing was extremely angry. He bluffed with his right hand, and several powerful qi burst out of the air, trying to capture Chen Pingping, Fan Jian and Shadow.
"Whoosh~"
At this moment, two flying swords shot out, defeating Emperor Qing's true energy.
Jiang Fan flew to the imperial study room and intercepted the rampaging Emperor Qing: "You have finished talking about it, now it's our turn.'
Emperor Qing knew that the person in front of him was his lifelong enemy, so he suppressed his anger and asked: "Who are you? Why are you going against me?"
At this time, an old man with a white beard suddenly flew up behind Jiang Fan, straightly stretched out his white hands like gold and stone, and patted Jiang Fan's back.
"Liuyun Sanshou Ye Liuyun, right?"
Jiang Fan received a hard palm and remained motionless. He turned to look at the old man behind him and showed a kind smile.
However, this smile made Ye Liuyun's heart beat wildly.
He knew very well that the power of his palm just now would break even gold and iron, but the young man in front of him did not even move an inch.
He is not human!
No one can have such a powerful body, not even a great master!
Because he himself is the great master.
The moment this thought arose, Ye Liuyun's figure suddenly retreated and rushed towards Fan Xian's place.
He was originally the trump card prepared by Emperor Qing to deal with Ku He and Sigu Jian, but the appearance of Wushuang disrupted Emperor Qing's plan.
That's why he showed up in advance to deal with Wushuang.
Emperor Qing did not want to expose Ye Liuyun in advance, but Chen Pingping's two shots seriously injured Emperor Qing. Facing Wushuang, the odds were stacked against him, so Ye Liuyun had to take action at this time.
"Shameless old thief!'
Jiang Fan had noticed Ye Liuyun's presence a long time ago, and he just took a hard blow just to prove the opponent's attack power.
The twelve levels of defense of the "Indestructible Boy Skill" brought Jiang Fan's defense to an incredible level. Ye Liuyun's palm attack could not even break Jiang Fan's body-protecting aura.
Grandmaster, that’s it?
Jiang Fan now has a more intuitive understanding of the Grand Master.
With a thought, Qingshuang flew out, faster than Ye Liuyun.
Ye Liuyun, who originally planned to capture Fan Xian as a hostage, felt the crisis and had to turn around and take the sword.
I saw a sudden bright light in his pupils, like flowing clouds wrapping around the sun, absorbing the energy from the sun. He groaned, arched his palms into endless circles, and closed them inward!
There was a crisp sound of "pop", and the empty air was like hard metal. After a moment, it was crushed by these white hands. His palms were clasped on the sword body, but his figure was crushed.