Fantasy Dimension Plunder

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Under Yang Su's orderly arrangement, the empress conferment ceremony went smoothly, and Yang Lin had a grand banquet for all the officials in the palace.

In the main hall of the imperial palace, Yang Lin sat on the first throne to receive congratulations from the officials. Empress Song Qingya has been sent back to the harem to wait for the wedding night in the bridal chamber.

Because Shi Zhixuan, Ning Daoqi and Chaoyang Celestial Master had their own missions, they did not attend the ceremony, and the important task of protecting Yang Lin was given to Zhu Yuyan and Liao Kong.

Halfway through the banquet, Yang Su walked out of the wine table with a wine glass, and congratulated Yang Lin:

"Veteran Yang Su, congratulations on your majesty's wedding, and wish your majesty an eternal life."

Yang Lin happily picked up his wine glass and replied: "Thank you for your kind words, Prime Minister, today is my day of great joy, and the whole world celebrates it together. There are not so many rules, just be as casual as you like."

Yang Su drank the wine in one gulp, but did not sit back, but congratulated Yang Lin again and said:

"Your Majesty, in order to congratulate you on your wedding, the old minister has specially prepared a sword dance to add to the fun. I also ask for your permission to display it in this hall."

"This..." Yang Lin hesitated, and looked at Zhu Yuyan and Kong Kong. He was worried that Yang Su's sword dance in Xiangzhuang was aimed at Peigong.

Zhu Yuyan nodded to Yang Lin, expressing that it's okay, she arranged many Yingui faction people around the main hall, even if Yang Su tried to plot something wrong, Zhu Yuyan would not be afraid at all.

"Since the prime minister has such an elegant intention, I will grant it!" With Zhu Yuyan's nod, Yang Lin felt relieved.

After Yang Su got the emperor's permission, he clapped his palms, and then a tall swordsman walked into the hall.

This swordsman is tall and tall, with a hulking back, high temples, thick knuckles in his right hand, and a long wooden sword in his left hand, walking towards Yang Lin in a calm manner.

"Cao Min Wei Xiang, pay homage to Your Majesty!" The swordsman knelt down with his sword in his hands when he was less than ten feet away from Yang Lin.

"Wei Xiang? But that Wind Swordsman Wei Xiang?"

Yang Lin also paid attention to the martial arts, and knew the name of the storm swordsman Wei Xiang.

Wei Xiang, a native of Shandong, studied under Wei Jianmen, and once he came out of the rivers and lakes, he picked seven big green forest cottages. His swordsmanship was like a strong wind passing through the border, fierce and domineering yet fast, he was a first-class sword master in the world.

"Your Majesty is wise, this person is Wei Xiang, the gale swordsman. Hearing about His Majesty's wedding, he specially begged the old minister to let him dance the sword for fun."

Yang Lin said with a smile: "The prime minister has a heart!"

"Wei Xiang, let's start!"

After getting Yang Lin's approval, Wei Xiang stood up and drew out the long sword in his left hand.

Wei Xiang's sword is made of mahogany, and the body of the sword is carved with strange patterns, which is unforgettable at first sight, and what is even more unforgettable is his swordsmanship.

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Wei Xiang danced with a long sword as beautifully as a swimming dragon, making people feel as if they were on the majestic sea, and there were hidden murderous intentions under the calm sea.

A wooden sword was danced by Wei Xiang like a gold and iron horse, and the sword's edge brought out a gentle wind of swords, giving the ministers of civil and military present an illusion of being in a violent storm.

Yang Lin is also an expert in martial arts. Although he does not have the realm of a master, he can also see that Wei Xiang's swordsmanship is outstanding, and he is a rare master of swordsmanship.

Wei Xiang's sword dance suddenly changed, the original unfathomable sword technique turned into a murderous killing move, a sword pierced Yang Lin's throat, the sword light flickered at the tip of the sword, if the sword hit the vital point, he would definitely die.

Liao Kong moved a step slightly, stood between Yang Lin and Wei Xiang, held a Buddhist bead with his right hand, and flicked it lightly.

砰

Wei Xiang tilted the sword in his hand, and there was a small hole in the jaw of the sword.

Liaokong is a monk, he is compassionate, he doesn't want to cause more killings, he just wants to prevent Wei Xiang from assassinating Yang Lin, but Zhu Yuyan is not so good-tempered.

I saw Zhu Yuyan stepped on her jade foot, spanning a distance of three feet in an instant, and her claws hit Wei Xiang's chest directly.

砰

Wei Xiang used his sword as a shield, and after blocking Zhu Yuyan's move, he wanted to use his strength to retreat, but Zhu Yuyan was no different, the double force in his palm exploded, forming a small "heavenly magic field" in his palm, how could Wei Xiang's wooden long sword It can resist it, and it is instantly shattered by the "Heavenly Demon Field" and turned into pieces.

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Under Zhu Yuyan's peerless skill, the fragments of the wooden sword turned into dots of hidden weapons, all pierced Wei Xiang and pierced out from his back.

Wei Xiang didn't even have time to scream, and Zhu Yuyan knocked him to the ground like a rag, right at Yang Su's feet.

"Bold Yang Su, you actually want to kill the king." Zhu Yuyanfeng stared at Yang Su with a murderous look, as if she didn't want to wait for his reply before killing him.

From the moment Wei Xiang was attacked until he was killed, Yang Su remained calm, neither surprised nor panicked, as if everything was within his expectations.

"Your Majesty, haven't you noticed anything wrong yet?" Yang Su didn't respond to Zhu Yuyan, but instead said to Yang Lin.

Zhu Yuyan and Kong felt a little uneasy, and after looking at each other, she made up her mind to take down Yang Su as soon as possible.

The two shot at the same time with a tacit understanding, but the next moment they stopped at the same time, their eyes widened.

"When did we get poisoned?!"

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When Zhu Yuyan and Liaokong wanted to take down Yang Su, they were surprised to find that they couldn't even get a little bit of energy.

"When did we get poisoned?"

The two great masters reacted instantly, but it was too late.

Immediately afterwards, other people also noticed their abnormality, and everyone was limp on the ground. Except for Yang Su who was able to maintain his composure, everyone else showed shocked expressions.

"When did you take the poison?"

Yang Su did not answer Zhu Yuyan's question, but looked at Yang Lin.

"Your Majesty, what do you think of this big wedding favor that the old minister gave you?"

Yang Lin said angrily, "Yang Su, are you going to openly rebel?"

"Alas!" Yang Su sighed, "Your Majesty also forced this old minister. If you don't want to deal with this old minister, the old minister will not risk his troops. This old minister is for self-protection."

"Fart!" Yang Lin stared wide-eyed, and said disdainfully, "Yang Su, you blame me for wanting to rebel, it's just ridiculous."

Zhu Yuyan clapped her hands at this moment, wanting to call the disciples of the Yingui sect who were ambushing to enter the hall, but she clapped for a long time but no one came in.

Yang Su said with a smile: "Zhu Zongzhu, you don't have to waste your efforts, your people have already been transferred by me."

"Why do you transfer the members of the Yingui sect?"

"It's just me!"

Suddenly, a person walked in from the gate of the main hall, and Zhu Yuyan understood everything when she saw him.

"It doesn't matter?!"