Villain: Capture the Lolita Sword Spirit at the beginning

Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty, the imperial palace.

Ran Xueyan came here through the portal, turned left and right according to the familiar memory, and soon came to the place where the emperor and ministers governed.

The Lord of the Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty is sitting on the dragon chair. The spacious court hall in the past is now full of old and weak women and children.

They listened to the rumbling sound outside, with fear on their faces.

This is the safest place of the Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty. The imperial palace built an extremely cruel and terrifying sword formation based on the natal spirit swords of countless dead strong men.

It's a pity that Gu Lingxiao can still forcibly tear apart the space and send Ran Xueyan here.

"Snow goose? How did you... come here?"

Ran Xueyan did not answer, but glanced at everyone present.

She wore a spiritual power mask on her face, making it impossible to see her expression clearly.

"Father, look at my realm."

"Realm? You...you have reached the Sword Emperor Realm!" Ran Xueyan's father was named Ran Wangcheng, his thick eyebrows and big eyes were full of surprise, he quickly stepped down from the dragon chair and held Ran Xueyan's wrist, "You...how did you do it? Arrived?"

"It is the strength that the adult gave me."

"Who is that lord?" Ran Wangcheng had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Father, you don't need to know so much for the time being. You just need to know that submitting to that lord is much better than stubbornly resisting."

"what?!"

Everyone present looked at Ran Xueyan in shock.

The majestic princess of the Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty actually turned to someone else?

Ran Wangcheng was furious.

Saying such things in front of so many people, doesn't it happen to prove that Ran Wangcheng is useless as a goddaughter?

"Father, let's make a choice. Should I surrender, or let this group of people die?"

After finishing speaking, she followed Gu Lingxiao's example and sucked in her hand.

The queen wearing a phoenix robe was held in Ran Xueyan's hands.

She blushed, and kept patting Ran Xueyan's hands with both hands.

However, her strength couldn't compete with Ran Xueyan at all, and she was extremely powerless in Ran Xueyan's hands.

"You...you...how did you become like this!"

Ran Wangcheng pointed at Ran Xueyan with his finger, his fingers were trembling with anger, his face was full of anger and disappointment.

"Father, as the lord of a country, I think you should understand very well that there is no such thing as the best of both worlds. To preserve some people often requires sacrificing the other people. If Wanjian Shenchao desperately resists, the end will be a dead end. Instead, It’s better to surrender as soon as possible.”

The movements of Ran Xueyan's hands became more and more forceful, and the empress also thrashed harder and harder.

No one could see Ran Xueyan's expression through the spiritual mask.

"Hehe, it sounds nice. I just want to ask your master for credit."

"So what? Father, look, I haven't made any contribution yet, and he gave me the power of the Sword Emperor realm. What if I really made some contribution?"

"Xueyan, if their strength is really as strong as you said, then there is no need to send you to persuade them to surrender. There are only two possibilities for him to do this, either their strength is not as strong as you imagined, or he playing tricks on you."

Ran Wangcheng gradually calmed down, staring at Ran Xueyan's spiritual mask.

After all, it was the master of a god dynasty. After experiencing the initial shock and anger, he also recovered rational thinking.

"I won't talk to you, father. Since you don't want to surrender, then... just change to the Lord of the God Dynasty who is willing to surrender."

Ran Xueyan quickly scanned the crowd again.

Her mother was among them.

But she dared not look.

"absurd!"

Ran Wangcheng couldn't bear it anymore and made a bold move, calling out his natal spirit sword and slashing at Ran Xueyan.

"Father, you have neglected cultivation in governing the country on weekdays, and now you are still close to the sword emperor realm. You are not my opponent."

Ran Xueyan let go of the queen, and calmly summoned her natal spirit sword.

After possessing the power of the Sword Emperor Realm, Ran Wangcheng was unable to defeat her.

After a few moves, Ran Xueyan's sword edge reached Ran Wangcheng's neck.

Her hands were shaking.

Ran Wangcheng felt the coldness on his neck in disbelief.

The rest couldn't believe it either.

Ran Wangcheng, who was usually majestic and domineering, was defeated by Ran Xueyan in this way.

"Is there anyone who wants to surrender?"

Ran Xueyan withdrew her sword and looked at the others as if nothing had happened.

No one speaks.

But Ran Xueyan also gradually figured out how to do it more appropriately.

With the sword in hand, she beheaded a respected and respected veteran.

Panic spread throughout the palace in an instant.

"I forgot to add one more thing. If you don't surrender, I will sell your family to the place of fireworks for fun, regardless of gender. If you want to save them, you must make the right choice."

The cold voice was like a god of death.

Finally, someone couldn't bear the pressure, and expressed his willingness to surrender under the complicated eyes of everyone.

Immediately afterwards, each one of them also began to surrender, not knowing whether it was hypocrisy or hypocrisy.

There are thousands of people in the palace, and most of them have made such a decision.

"Then those who don't surrender, let's kill them all."

Beside Ran Xueyan, a portal was opened.

Gu Lingxiao's voice rang in Ran Xueyan's ears like a devil whispering.

"The first one, let's start with your father."

Ran Xueyan looked at Ran Wangcheng upon hearing this.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but she seemed to see a flash of encouragement in Ran Wangcheng's eyes.

But looking at the past again, only anger and disappointment remained in Ran Wangcheng's eyes.

"I didn't expect you to turn to the enemy. I, Ran Wangcheng, don't have a daughter like you!"

Ran Xueyan remained silent, and raised her long sword tremblingly.

The cold sword pointed at Ran Wangcheng's neck again.

snort~

The long sword pierced Ran Wangcheng's neck, and Ran Wangcheng's body collapsed to the ground.

"Fine, go on."

Gu Lingxiao seemed very satisfied.

Ran Xueyan's body shook a little, and she walked towards other people who did not surrender step by step.

In the eyes of outsiders, it was he who killed his father on his own initiative under Gu Lingxiao's order.

But Ran Xueyan knew that she didn't kill the man.

Ran Xueyan received help from Ran Wangcheng in the process of cultivating her natal spirit sword.

Just now, it was Ran Wangcheng who used his weak connection with Ran Xueyan's natal spirit sword to make Ran Xueyan's natal spirit sword penetrate.

She was right.

Those eyes were encouraging.

After her father calmed down just now, he guessed what she was thinking by virtue of his understanding of her.

And when she couldn't make a decisive move, he helped her make a decision.

"Now that you've decided, let's try it."

In a daze, she seemed to hear Ran Wangcheng say this to herself.

Ran Xueyan held her own natal spirit sword, and killed those tough ones who were unwilling to surrender one by one.

Only by killing these hard bones can she protect other more tough bones.

This is her overall consideration.

"Good job."

Looking at the palace with corpses strewn all over the place, Gu Lingxiao applauded lightly.

It was not until hearing these words that Ran Xueyan managed to regain consciousness from the daze.

Before I knew it, those in the palace who were unwilling to surrender were already dead.