Facing this century-old Xiongguan, Qingyun held nine inks in his hand and swung down with a sword.

Before the blade fell, a look of unbearability flashed in his eyes, but he still didn't stop.

The moment the blade fell, time seemed to stand still.

The whole world fell silent.

It was as if the world was coming to an end.

And the pitch blackness that represented the end surged out from the top of the sword body, and in an instant it was rapidly enlarged, like a flood bursting the embankment, surging, covering the entire Anming Pass in an almost indescribable extremely short time.

For a moment, it was as if a black mountain rose from the ground, and like a black beast, roaring and pounced.

However, in the next moment, the extreme black suddenly transformed, turning into a dazzling light, as if the light of the whole world was gathered in front of him, and then exploded in an instant, the sky and the earth became white, and the scorching sun in the sky became dull.

The more than 100,000 troops under An Ming couldn't help but close their eyes under this strong light.

Eventually, the bright light was transformed again, turning into a cloud of exploding smoke that rose up thousands of feet into the sky, and the silence was followed by a deafening loud noise.

Boom Rumble Rumble!!

The following roared with a violent wind and tide, and the 100,000 troops arrayed on the plain all retreated under the impact of this air wave, and it looked as if a black tide was gradually receding.

I don't know how long it took for the flames, the smoke, the waves, the loud noises, all the chaos to gradually disappear, and people shook their swollen heads one by one, and their ears were still buzzing.

And when they saw the scene in front of them clearly, their eyes widened one by one, and they forgot everything in an instant, only unparalleled shock.

The giant fortress that originally stood on the ground has completely disappeared, and what remains in place is a concave basin, and on the other side of the basin, you can still see the ant-like crowd in the distance, which should be part of the army that escaped from Anming Pass before.

With just one sword, the century-old Anming Pass, along with the two spirit commanders in the pass, a large number of spirit generals and below masters, and hundreds of thousands of troops, all disappeared.

It's not so much that it's gone, it's that it's completely gone.

The army of 100,000 was silent, and everyone was speechless.

What kind of sword is this? Before seeing this scene, no one could have imagined that there was such a power in the world.

Qingyun also seemed to be shocked by the situation he had created, his little face was a little pale, but he still recovered earlier than the others.

Raising the Nine Ink Sword and pointing forward, Qingyun shouted in a deep voice: "The army is leaving!"

Tu Yi is a crime, Tu Wan is a male, although he is still young, but in Fangcai, he personally ended Qingyun, who has more than 100,000 people, and already has a bit of a king's temperament.

The army continued to advance silently, and at this moment, although many people had recovered a little from the shock, they still couldn't help but have a thought in their hearts.

If that sword is directed at their own side, what will be the difference between their ending and An Mingguan?

Thinking of this, many people who originally had a speculative mentality and had a ghost pregnancy silently put away their thoughts. As for why the young prince was able to wield such a sword, no one asked to investigate, and no one dared to ask and investigate.

Crossing the basin that was originally Anming Pass, the army marched towards its final destination, the royal city.

Those troops who had escaped from Anming Pass before did not need to say much at this time, and they all joined King Qin's army.

The night falcon hugged Qingyun and returned to the carriage.

Fang Cai's actions consumed a lot of Qingyun's mental strength, after all, he was still a child, and in the face of such an impact, it was already commendable to be able to persevere, and he didn't have much strength at this time.

After entering the carriage, Qing Yun struggled to sit up, picked up the Nine Ink Sword, and knelt in front of Long Chen.

"The sword was handed back to the teacher. ”

Long Chen nodded, took Jiumo, showed a satisfied smile, and touched Qingyun's hair.

"Thank you for your hard work, well done. ”

After receiving the compliment, Qingyun seemed to finally relax, and the corners of his mouth barely hooked, and he fell asleep.

Next to Long Chen, the old man Changyuan nodded and stroked his beard and said, "This little guy can become a big guy in the future." ”

"It's okay. Chen Long coughed a few times, smiled and put Jiumo beside him.

Changyuan looked at the Nine Ink Sword, his eyes full of awe: "There is such a powerful spirit soldier in the world?"

Chen Long shook his head and said, "It's not a spirit soldier, what do you want to say...... You can think of it as a divine soldier. ”

"Divine Soldier ......" Changyuan's eyes were shocked: "Could it be that there are really first-class immortals in the world?" Could it be that sir, your strength has reached the realm of gods?"

"Who knows. Chen Long leaned on the cushion, relaxed his body, and said with a smile: "Maybe." But have you ever thought that with your strength, in front of ordinary people, how different are you from the immortals?"

Changyuan's body was shocked, and he seemed to understand something, and Chen Long smiled meaningfully: "Whether it's an immortal or a god, it's just a title, so you don't need to be too obsessed." ”

Changyuan nodded: "Mr. Xie advises." ”

The army marched towards the royal city in an orderly manner, and the speed was not too fast, which was also what Long Chen meant.

He wanted the news of Anmingguan to reach Wangcheng before the arrival of the Qin Wangjun.

Although Anmingguan had already been wiped out along with everything in the pass, how could no one know about such a big movement? In fact, on the same day, Wang Cheng had already received the news.

The three major spirit commanders, as well as the hundreds of thousands of troops, were all wiped out, and this kind of news could not be concealed at all, and for a while, the entire royal city was boiling.

"Have you heard? Prince Qingyun has brought his troops back!"

"How could I not have heard of it, I already knew it, not only that, but I also heard that Prince Qingyun has the help of immortals. ”

"Immortals? Hmph, ridiculous, where did the immortals come from in this world? ”

"It's ridiculous that you, right? Don't you know? An Mingguan has more than 100,000 soldiers, and there are three spirit marshals stationed there, but Prince Qingyun waved his hand to summon the Heavenly Thunder Wandao, and directly wiped out the ashes of An Mingguan!

"No, no, what I heard is that Prince Qingyun got a Heavenly Divine Sword, and with a swing of the sword, he killed all the three spirit commanders. ”

"What you said is not right, what I heard is that Prince Qingyun worshipped the gods as his teacher, so he dared to fight back. ”

On the street, in a carriage, the head of the eldest grandson family, Changsun De, listened to the gossip coming from everywhere, and his face was gloomy and terrifying.

Each of these rumors sounded more unbelievable than the other, and most sane people regarded it as an exaggeration of false rumors.

But he knew that the real situation was more unbelievable and unbelievable than rumors.

After a while, he spoke: "Change the route, go to the palace!"

(End of chapter)

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