"I see……" It sounded like Chu Xiao had given up fighting for power with her. Maybe she realized that she couldn't win no matter what. "A man who knows the current situation is a hero." Xi Heng nodded: "Open the city gate." After he finished speaking, the Beijing army actually gave up the city gate. The reins were flicked lightly and the horse continued to move forward. The army in the rear then passed through nine city gates and entered a wide square, where they were divided into several roads and slowly moved towards the inner city palace. The several checkpoints along the way were like city gates and did not pose any threat to Xi Heng. Waves of Beijing troops seemed to appear from time to time like welcoming NPCs. Every time they walked by, a team would greet her and make way for her. She had expected a huge battle, but she hadn't expected it to be so easy... like walking in her own yard.
“Now, Chu Xiao should be waiting in the palace to surrender, right?” She felt a little more relaxed. He passed through the inner city wall and led his troops across the inner city streets to the grand square in front of the imperial city. The square was wide enough to accommodate tens of thousands of soldiers, but the palace was smaller, so Xi Heng only selected the most elite thousand soldiers and five hundred believers to follow him into the imperial city. The gates of the imperial city were naturally open. The guards on both sides helped her open the door, allowing Xi Heng to step onto the clean palace roads again. There were palace maids and attendants walking on the road. When they saw her and the army behind her, they just greeted her, not realizing what this group of elite soldiers were doing here. "Your Highness, long live your Highness." To them, today is just an ordinary day. "Ah." Xi Heng saw the MC palace maid who had left a deep impression on her in her previous life, so she responded casually. The palace maids walked away in quick steps, and she was getting closer and closer to Taixiao Palace, the center of the palace. There were guards standing on both sides of the road, but no one came to stop her and the thousands of elite soldiers behind her. General Zhao Wanli and Saint Chen Fenghuo were accompanying them, and they couldn't help but feel surprised when they saw this scene. When they came here, they were all prepared for a big battle. Chen Fenghuo even took the remaining talismans and all the spirit stones, just to help Xi Heng seize the imperial power. But I never thought that everything would go so smoothly. By now, one can already see the magnificent and golden appearance of Taixiao Palace. There are only a few hundred meters left. ……
In front of Taixiao Palace. Xi Heng stepped onto the white stone steps, climbed up to the upper platform, and looked up at the Taixiao Palace in front of him. The walls of the hall were painted with purple-gold dragon patterns, the interior dome was painted with scenes of the Heavenly Palace, and hundreds of golden-armored guards stood guard outside the door, demonstrating a majestic aura - it still had this familiar look. Even though she brought troops here, the guards remained calm. There was only an old eunuch blocking the door to the main hall. It was the old eunuch named Gao who was the one Xi Heng was most familiar with and practiced the Tiangang Boy's Kung Fu. "Long live the princess." The other party bowed. "Hello." After Xi Heng responded, he turned around and asked Zhao Wanli and Chen Fenghuo to follow him, leaving thousands of elite soldiers outside the hall waiting for orders. Then, keep moving forward. "General Wanli, you too?" The old eunuch looked melancholy when he saw an acquaintance. "The civil officials have oppressed us military officials for a long time. What happened today was inevitable." After Zhao Wanli said this, he stepped into the hall. "Ah..." The old eunuch sighed. After entering the hall, it feels dark at first, and then the vision gradually becomes clear. Since it was not time for court session, there were no other officials in the hall, making it seem extremely empty. There was only a woman who looked similar to Xi Heng, wearing a loose dragon robe, sitting on the dragon throne at the far end of the hall. Xi Heng tilted his head, feeling that the figure looked a bit like himself. However, she would not sit so upright. "What was supposed to come has finally come." Zhao Chuxiao's voice was flat. The twelve-tasseled crown with tassels of various colors swayed gently, faintly covering the beautiful figure underneath. "Sister, give me your throne." Xi Heng stretched out his hand and asked for it directly. "This is not something that can be given away. You have to take it yourself." The other person shook his head. "Oh? You don't want to surrender? Then why don't you let the Beijing Army and the Imperial Guards stop me outside the city?" "If we really risk everything just to keep the throne, no matter who wins, the damage to Zhao will be too great... The country is already in ruins and must not fall into civil war again. If war breaks out again, people's lives will inevitably be more miserable than before." Chu Xiao replied: "This throne is a matter of the world, and it is also a matter between you and me, so it should end between you and me, once and for all." "Between you and me?" The girl chuckled, "You mean, you want to fight me?" "Yes." Zhao Chuxiao waved his hand and threw away the red and black dragon robe, revealing a light dragon-patterned garment underneath that looked like a warrior's outfit. He reached down with his right hand and drew the royal sword from his waist. The sword blade was slowly raised above the head, then drew an even and complete arc downwards, slowly pointing towards where Xi Heng was. The cold light fluctuated slightly, leading to the spread of a special imperial power.
"Heluo Yulong Sword Technique, the hidden power is fully developed?" Xi Heng also drew his sword: "Not bad." But compared to her, he is far, far behind. …… Chapter 129: Rebuilding the Universe Inside Taixiao Palace. Because the court space is too wide, although the dome and walls are translucent, the center of the hall is still dim. There were several torches burning around the imperial pillars, but the light they provided was scarce. As a result, Chu Xiao's figure appeared a little blurry, and when the dragon robe on his body was thrown away, the golden phoenix patterns embroidered on the light clothing underneath were difficult to see clearly. All that was clear was the cold light on the sword and the chill in his eyes. "You should know, right?" In the center of the hall below, Xi Heng endured the opponent's might and said casually, "The gap between you and me is like a chasm. You can't beat me." “How can you know if you don’t try?” However, Chu Xiao’s expression remained unchanged as he slowly put away his sword and gathered all his strength. Immediately, he used his Qinggong skills and swung a sword towards me. Every strike of the Heluo Fish-Dragon Sword Technique was neat and even, as if it had been calculated countless times before being used without any omissions. Xi Heng unfolded his sword and saw that the opponent's posture did not have any flaws or weaknesses at all. Unable to find a way to counterattack for a moment, he could only raise his hand to block. The swords collided, sparks flew and crisp sounds appeared, and then the opponent retracted his sword and stabbed again, his movements were extremely smooth. Even without the help of Hua Jin, the speed of his sword was not slower at all. However, Xi Heng missed the initiative due to his carelessness at the beginning. Although he could see a few flaws, he couldn't spare the strength to break them and could only continue to block. After five or six moves, a slight mistake was actually discovered. Zhao Chuxiao swung his sharp blade, bypassed the sword guard, and slashed at her wrist. The protective energy of the body was cut by the hard sword, and although it could not be broken, it was indeed consumed a little. After only five moves, she was already being led by the swordsmanship and fell into a disadvantage... "Is this the Heluo Fish Dragon Sword Technique?" Xi Heng concentrated a little. As soon as the fight started, Zhao Chuxiao seemed to have calculated her reactions and changes in swordsmanship, and had secretly planned and perfected them. When he used the first move, he had already determined many changes in the subsequent moves. After that, all you have to do is guide the sword fight in a direction that is advantageous to you, and then thrust the sword at a planned position to defeat the enemy with one strike. Just like in Go - a seemingly ordinary move actually hides many mysteries and traps. If you follow the opponent's pace, you will inevitably find flaws and be defeated. Xi Heng raised his sword to block again, but saw the opponent suddenly rush forward, turn his wrist, hold the sword in backhand, and strike back with the hilt.
She raised her arm to block, and her body-protecting energy took another hit. "good." If she herself had only mastered the hidden power and was not much different in strength from the opponent, she might really fall into defeat because she couldn't distinguish the real and fake moves. Without the protection of Hua Jin, her body was already covered in blood from the two sword fights. Clang—— The collision of the sword blades produced tiny sparks, reflecting a moment of light. After two swords, two similar faces looked at each other. One of them was interested, while the other looked serious. The martial arts that Zhao Chuxiao learned are indeed better than the Blood Sword in a one-on-one head-on combat. But there is a world of difference between the dark power and the transformed power. If Zhao Chuxiao was a Hua Jin warrior, Xi Heng would be more serious. But that's all - she can easily defeat the enemy. The girl swung her sword and grabbed the flower, but it was deflected and stabbed straight into the opponent's unprotected chest. The tip of the sword stopped in front of the chest, leaving only a bang. Immediately afterwards, an irresistible force suddenly erupted and attacked the oncoming person. Chu Xiao was swept up by the powerful force. Even if he swung out the sword wind to block it, it was useless. He fell backwards as if he was hit by a truck. With two thuds, he fell to the ground. Then, he swallowed the blood that came out of his throat, stabbed the sword into the ground, and supported his body to stand up. "Do you want to fight again?" Xi Heng asked. The other party was speechless and just continued to point his sword. "Okay, I'll accompany you." She saw in him the same unyielding look she had when she was an emperor, facing the enemy's Hua Jin warriors. Then he lightly pressed his left hand to release the protective energy in his body. The winter chill seeped in through the gaps in the armor. Xi Heng raised his hand again, grasped the link of the red-scaled gold-thread general's armor, pulled it off and threw it away. All that was left was a single piece of bright red clothing similar to the one the other person was wearing. At the same time, she was no longer as frivolous as before, and held the sword with both hands. He closed his eyes and opened them again. His originally unrestrained general temperament suddenly transformed into the appearance of a majestic swordsman. The sword is the king of all weapons. In this battle, Xi Heng will use the level of swordsmanship to determine who will be the emperor.
…… Although the Bloodline Sword's skills are not as good as the Heluo Yulong Sword Technique in frontal combat, Xi Heng can make up for it with his swordsmanship. With this addition and subtraction, her swordsmanship was ultimately a little better than her opponent's. Although Zhao Chuxiao could plan the entire sword fight carefully in her mind, as long as her sword skills were sharp enough to constantly seize the initiative and interrupt the opponent's plans, she could also win. By the 73rd move, Xi Heng's body, which had been freed from the energy of transformation, felt a little tired. Finally, in the tense moment, he noticed that Chu Xiao was losing control, so he raised his sword to break the opponent's posture and put his sharp blade against the opponent's fair and tight neck.