"Interesting!" After hearing Jiang Chen's rather domineering words, in Yuntian City, Wu Youde couldn't help but squint and smile.

Jiang Chen's domineering spirit made him more and more curious.

At this time, on the other side, the quasi-gods of the Sword Clan were all gloomy.

"Ransom, let's go together?" Jian Qingping's eyes widened, only to see him get up slowly, his eyes like swords, looking ahead.

"My sword clan, in the small heavenly realm, inherited tens of thousands of years, every hundred years, there are many geniuses who claim to be gods and enter the divine realm, for so many years, although my clan has also had conflicts with people, but no one dares to hurt the descendants of my clan, and will take them down to ask for ransom, you ...... It's the first, today, if the old man doesn't kill you, how can I raise the prestige of my sword clan!" Jian Qingping said word by word.

In the end, his eyes flashed, and a monstrous sword intent burst out from it.

This sword aura soared into the sky, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the majestic sword qi roared like a wind and clouds, gathering on the firmament.

Even, in the center of his eyebrows, there were sword patterns flickering, exuding a Shinto aura.

Obviously, he was already accumulating strength, ready to urge the divine soldiers to kill Jiang Chen at any time!

"It's Shinto!"

"This Sword Clan Ancestor, has you urged the divine soldiers?"

When this sword intent raged, the hearts of the people in Yuntian City couldn't help but jump, they knew that the people of the Sword Clan were only here to kill people.

Then, the cultivators of all races couldn't help but look at Jiang Chen.

At this time, they really wanted to see how this man would cope with the next storm.

Even a few elders of the Cloud Sky Chamber of Commerce stood on a tower, silently paying attention to the movements outside the city.

"What a pity!" A soft sigh sounded, and Jiang Chen's body slowly stood up from the throne.

This light sigh came out, shaking in all directions, like the sigh of death, which made people feel trembling after hearing it.

And when Jiang Chen's body stood up, a breathtaking aura permeated from him.

From afar, it looks like a god stands proudly.

Just by looking at it, everyone's hearts trembled, and they couldn't help but hold their breath.

At this moment, between heaven and earth, the air seemed to be still, and even the supreme sword intent from Jian Qingping's body turned into nothingness.

"Is this a true god?" In Yuntian City, Wu Youde's heart trembled, and his eyes couldn't help but show a look of shock.

After the shock, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"If it weren't for the true God, how could I feel the aura of danger when I faced him?" he muttered.

"This breath ......" In the Yuntian Chamber of Commerce, on the tower, Yun Shuiyao's beautiful eyes condensed, "Sure enough, ......"

At the corners of her mouth, a slight arc was hooked.

"It's a heretic!" said the old man, his eyes fixed on the void in front of him.

At this moment, there was also a glint in his eyes.

Call!

And at this time, outside the city.

The void shuddered.

The cultivator of the Sword Clan only felt that the golden light bloomed in front of him, and a terrifying wave rushed towards him.

The three chariots all trembled, and they were directly shocked backwards, and the forbidden patterns on them cracked violently.

"This breath ......"

"Is this the ultimate quasi-god, or is it ......?" Suddenly, on the flying chariot, the eyes of the Sword Clan cultivators showed surprise.

"What's the panic, let's see him in this seat for a while!" Jian Qingping's eyes froze, and immediately, he strode out of the flying chariot.

At the same time, he rolled his big hand, and the flying chariot flew out upside down.

Airplanes!

Then, Jian Qingping strode forward and strolled into the air.

"My sword Qingping, in this life, comprehended the sword intent at the age of ten, stepped into the void god realm at the age of twenty-one, with the sword in his hand, he once slashed the quasi-god, since the twenty-eight years old of this seat stepped into the quasi-god realm, four hundred years, with the sword in his hand, he has beheaded one hundred and sixty-seven quasi-gods, today, you are the one hundred and sixty-eight!"

Jian Qingping walked in the air, stared at Jiang Chen, and said word by word.

He walked out step by step, and the sword qi on his body became more and more blazing, as if thousands of sword lights were soaring into the sky, shining the heavens and the earth!

At this moment, he was like a sword god who had walked out of the kendo world, and his whole person became fierce and sacred.

"Just you, you want to kill me too?" On the other side, on the flying chariot, Jiang Chen smiled faintly.

"Kill you, it's enough!" I saw Jian Qingping's confident face.

He was calm, just taking one step at a time.

"Lead me to the Blue Blade Divine Sword!" At the same time, his eyes flashed, and his deep voice resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Then, in the center of Jian Qingping's eyebrows, the blue light flashed violently.

Call!

I saw a small sword roaring out.

It's a cyan sword!

On the sword, there are ancient lines engraved on it, and it exudes a breathtaking atmosphere.

As soon as this sword came out, nearby, the wind and clouds changed color, and a majestic heaven and earth vitality was pulled in.

The raging wind was like a sword wind whistling, gathering around Jian Qingping.

The wind was raging, getting bigger and bigger, like a sword wind that destroyed the world, trying to annihilate the heavens and the earth.

Knock knock!

Every step Jian Qingping took, the sword qi storm behind him became more majestic, and his momentum continued to improve.

Suddenly, the entire world seemed to be the only one left, and the blazing sword light made the sky tremble.

That terrifying storm of swords made the void twist!

As soon as the divine sword came out, the qi of heaven and earth turned into a sword, added to the body, and moved with it, which ...... Is it a quasi-god realm powerhouse?"

"This kind of momentum is already comparable to a god, right?"

Looking at the terrifying sword qi that gathered around Jian Qingping's body, in Yuntian City, one by one cultivators couldn't help but gasp.

It's hard to imagine how many people in the world can resist when this sword is unleashed?

I'm afraid, even the quasi-gods will be directly annihilated!

"This sword Qingping is holding a divine weapon, it is indeed comparable to a true god!" Yun Luo Fang looked at the void in the distance, and his pupils were full of fiery color.

He's also a quasi-god!

It's a pity that Yun Luo Fang doesn't have a magic weapon!

Now that he sensed it, he knew very well that if he was in that terrifying sword storm, he would directly turn into powder.

The quasi-god who controls the divine soldier is like controlling the power of the Shinto, and the combat power of Jian Qingping is no longer an ordinary quasi-god who can take the edge!

"This sword is Qingping, it has been one hundred and eighty years since he practiced this Qingfeng Divine Sword, and now he has perfected his control of this sword, and his full strength is already comparable to that of the true god!"

He also controlled a divine weapon, and his combat power was no worse than Jian Qingping.

Therefore, at this time, he is very much looking forward to which of the two people in front of him is stronger or weaker.

"Did you directly urge the divine soldiers!" Yun Shuiyao looked at the void in the distance, and a slight smile appeared between the corners of his mouth.

It's been a long time since she's seen anyone duel with a divine weapon!

Now I can see that there are some waves in her heart.