Chapter 1752： : Break the illusion, kill the Dao realm

Li Chengfeng, who was about to find Tsuchino, stopped again.

A tall monster appeared in front of him. The monster was about one foot tall.

The monster has a bull's head, and its body is covered with dense snake scales like the big snake just now.

The eight-foot mirror and Qiong Gouyu are embedded on both sides of the monster's chest, and the monster is holding a strange long sword in its hand.

The hilt of the long sword is like a crescent moon, and the whole body of the sword presents a strange chill.

Li Chengfeng recognized at a glance that this long sword was none other than the Dongying Grass Pheasant Sword that had appeared before.

"I originally wanted to consume you alive, but since you don't know how to live or die, that's the only way to go!"

Tsuchino's voice came from the monster's mouth.

The phantom had no effect on Li Chengfeng's attack before, and he was almost discovered by Li Chengfeng.

Li Chengfeng's powerful physique is really terrifying, and he can't be hurt by those small tricks.

So he also used the trick of pressing the bottom of the box, wanting to meet Li Chengfeng head-on and fight to the death.

Among these four artifacts, there may be the Dao Yun left by the senior Dongying warriors, so try to fight against Li Chengfeng forcefully.

"After hiding for so long, can you finally bear it?"

Li Chengfeng looked at the monster in front of him, without any worries in his heart, he used his internal energy to rush forward.

The monster and Li Chengfeng collided together, and there was a fist-to-flesh collision between fists and palms.

After the Tu Yumen who were blessed with strong internal force barely fought back and forth with Li Chengfeng twice, the monster's figure swelled again.

The three major artifacts on the monster's body sent out continuous fluctuations, and the Grass Pheasant Sword in his hand swelled in the wind, turning into a three-foot sword and slashing at Li Chengfeng.

The sword body whispered like a ghost, and a phantom of a ghost appeared behind the monster.

"Small tricks!"

After Li Chengfeng chuckled, a phantom of Xuanyuan Sword in his right hand emerged in his hand.

"Sword twenty-three!"

He raised his sword to meet him, and the golden sword shadow and black sword energy collided, creating turbulent waves.

"Crack!" The black Grass Pheasant Sword broke in response, and the sword energy continued to slash at the monster.

The surging sword energy turned into countless sword energy to tear apart the monster's body, and Tsuchimino's roar resounded in the environment.

After the sword light receded, the surrounding endless clouds dispersed, and Tu Yumen's figure appeared from the clouds.

At this moment, his body was already covered with sword marks, blood was gushing out from the small wounds, and his eyes were extremely frightened.

"What kind of monster are you?"

"Let your emperor tell you!" Li Chengfeng raised Jianfeng again, swooped down with a sword, and learned about Tsuchino's life.

On the other side, those Miao warriors who were confronting the enshrining pavilion also fell into the quagmire.

The Taoist Pavilion led by Huangfu Yi hung the Miao warriors like a cat playing with a mouse, and the members of the three major legions immediately controlled the scene.

Seeing Li Chengfeng walk out of the illusion, Huangfu Yi felt relieved and launched an all-out attack.

Facing their fierce pursuit and fierce attack, those warriors from Nanzhao were completely vulnerable.

Especially when they saw that Li Chengfeng beheaded the Dongying Onmyoji in Dao Realm, they were even more shocked.

Is the Eighth Prince of the Tang Dynasty already a Taoist master? It's ridiculous that they planned to attack and kill Li Chengfeng as a person in the realm of heaven and man.

After a while, all the remorse in their hearts was dispelled, and Huangfu rushed in with the sword drawn from his waist.

Those Miao warriors had no time to resist, and were soon unilaterally slaughtered by the Daoists in the enshrining pavilion.

Those two people who were hiding in the crowd were even more scared out of their wits when they saw this scene.

There is no doubt that their plan is stillborn, and if they don't run now, it will be later.

The third princess of Nanzhao, Feng Jiayi, hurriedly lowered the felt hat on her head, pushed aside the crowd and walked out of the crowd.

When she just walked out from the crowd, a hoarse voice sounded beside her.

"Since you're here, don't rush to leave, let's have a good chat!"

Without any hesitation, Feng Jiayi drew out the Miao knife from his waist and stabbed in the direction of the voice.

"Ding!"

The blade was immediately clamped by the man, and a huge force came from the daggers, and a pair of daggers pressed against Feng Jiayi's neck.

A shadow slowly appeared in front of her, and a pair of dark eyes stared at Feng Jiayi.

"If you dare to move any more, I'm afraid you will die immediately!"

Although Feng Jiayi was unwilling in his heart, but after all, his strength was not as good as that of Shadow, so he could only catch him without a fight.

At the same time, Lord Fuyang was taken to the side by the shadow guards, brought back to the center of the square, and escorted to Li Chengfeng.

The people around looked at this scene and talked a lot, not knowing what to do.

At this moment, Li Chengfeng took the long sword handed over by the shadow and came to those people.

"Everyone, today is the day when I, Li Chengfeng, take over the position of the crown prince."

"These two gangs intended to assassinate us in public, but were captured by my Tang soldiers."

"Now, I, Li Chengfeng, behead these people, and use their blood to show the great power of the Tang Dynasty!"

After the words fell, the long sword in Li Chengfeng's hand moved, and he beheaded the Dongying Fuyang Lord with one sword, and the blood splashed and stained Feng Jiayi's clothes beside him.

Seeing this scene, thunderous applause erupted from the crowd.

"The eighth prince did a great job. These people have disobedience to my Tang Dynasty, so they should be killed to set the record straight."

"We have taken care of the Turks and Tubo in the Northeast, and these small countries dare to think carefully here."

"I am correcting that the Great Tang is mighty, and the Eighth Prince is mighty!"

The common people bowed their heads and bowed to the ground one after another. The sun shone on Li Chengfeng in the center of the square, adding a sense of sacredness to him.

At this time, Li Shimin and Baiguan, who had been protected all this time, walked out slowly from the side, and the ceremony started again.

…

On the outskirts of the Tang Dynasty, in a small three-story building, a slim figure was lying on the window looking into the distance.

"Xiang'er, what kind of person do you think the eighth prince will be?"

A maid beside the woman nodded repeatedly: "No one in the Tang Dynasty knows that the Eighth Prince is famous He must be a peerless hero."

"Miss, don't worry, the master only has you as his daughter, and he will definitely not push you into the fire pit."

The Miss He family sighed again.

"This time I have traveled thousands of miles away from home to recommend myself as a pillow mat. I hope that the eighth prince will take a fancy to me. If not, I will lose all the face of my He family."

Seeing that her master was unhappy, the maid at the side quickly spoke to persuade him.

"Miss, what are you talking about? The relationship between my He family and the royal family has always been very good."

"This visit to Chang'an is also a marriage contract between the master and His Majesty, so it's not a self-recommendation pillow."

"Miss You Qi, you are so beautiful, how can there be men who would look down on you."

Only then did Miss He's brows relax a little, she held her chin up and smiled cleverly, as if ten thousand peach blossoms were blooming.

"You still can talk..."