readx;? The whole body of the Xuanyuan Sword flashed with clear pale gold, the divine light was clear, and the sword body close to the hilt was engraved with the two ancient seal characters "Xuanyuan", Qin Zheng knew at a glance that this was a divine weapon that was enough to fight against the Purple Frost Sword in Qin Yin's hand. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A few days ago, he heard that when Wang Yu was on his expedition to the west, he got a Xuanyuan sword that once belonged to the God Emperor from the hands of the old devil Sha Tonghai, and he had the heart to admire, but he was embarrassed to open his mouth to Wang Yu, but he didn't expect Wang Yu to let Yun Feiyang take the initiative to send this divine weapon to him, so that he could see the true face of this divine weapon.

He knew in his heart that it must be Wang Yu who saw that Qin Yin had the Divine Weapon Purple Frost Sword in his hand, and he was afraid that he would suffer a loss, so he lent him this Xuanyuan Sword and let Yun Feiyang lie that it was his own weapon.

"There is General Lao Yun!"

Qin Zheng said loudly, reaching out and taking the Xuanyuan Sword over.

The body of the Xuanyuan Sword was heavy, and he couldn't help but carry the vitality in his body and inject it into the Xuanyuan Sword through his right hand.

In an instant, a golden light flashed and rushed straight into Xiao Han, stabbing the more than two million people present who couldn't open their eyes.

Qin Yin was shocked in his heart, he never expected that this Xuanyuan Sword was also a divine weapon, and it seemed to be more powerful than his own Purple Frost Sword.

When he was a child, he heard his biological mother say that there was an immortal divine weapon hidden in the treasury of the Great Qin Empire, and after becoming the emperor of the Great Qin Empire, he searched the treasury carefully, and finally found the purple frost sword in his hand in a very hidden secret room in the treasury.

He was expecting to dominate the world with this divine weapon, and today he tried his edge on his half-brother, but he didn't expect that Qin Zheng also had a divine weapon in his hand.

Moreover, judging from the situation just now, this Xuanyuan Sword seemed to be more domineering than his Purple Frost Sword.

In fact, the Xuanyuan Sword is the sword of the king, and Qin Zheng is also a person with the spirit of a king, and the Xuanyuan Sword is in his hand, which can naturally show the domineering spirit of the king.

Qin Yin was holding the Purple Frost Sword, full of suspicion, looked up at Wang Yu on the city, and remembered the scene when Yun Feiyang hurriedly sent the sword to Qin Zheng after he pulled out the Purple Frost Sword just now.

He was talented and scheming, and immediately understood that this Xuanyuan sword did not belong to Qin Zheng, but most likely belonged to Wang Yu.

He looked at Qin Zheng and sneered, "Sixth brother, other people's weapons are not as good as their own Chiyan Sword, right?"

Qin Zheng said: "Your Purple Frost Sword is the divine weapon of the founding ancestor of my Great Qin Empire, if you use it, I'm afraid it won't take advantage of it!"

As he spoke, he held the Xuanyuan sword in his hand, and urged the temporarily selected red war horse under his crotch to come to the front of the two armies.

The two stood facing each other several feet apart, and behind them were the million-strong army led by each other.

In the past, the two princes of the Great Qin Empire, half-brothers, now one is the only protector of the Xuantian Sect with a dragon soul, and the other is the emperor of the Great Qin Empire, and he is about to represent the two million army on the scene.

Although the two million people are the elite of both sides, brave and good at fighting, and regard death as home, once they fight each other, no one can guarantee that they will survive.

Therefore, Qin Zheng and Qin Yin faced off on behalf of the two sides, and although these two million people were unwilling, they were grateful.

The scene was solemn, only the call of the north wind and the hunting of the flag.

Suddenly, Qin Yin's eyes became blood-red, and he flew up from the horse, and in the middle of the air dozens of zhang high, the purple frost sword in his hand stabbed straight at Qin Zhengdang's chest.

A purple cold light dozens of zhang long suddenly shot out from the purple frost sword, and instantly reached Qin Zheng's chest.

Qin Zheng had already prepared, and put the Xuanyuan Sword in front of him, and suddenly conjured up a golden light shield, blocking the front of the purple cold light.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the purple cold light struck the golden light shield, and suddenly turned into countless purple cold stars, splashing outward, and the golden light shield shook violently, intact.

But the red horse under Qin Zheng's crotch was shocked and retreated more than a dozen steps, fell to the ground with a "plop", a long neigh, a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, and fell to the ground and died.

At the same time, tens of thousands of people closest to the two in front of the battle were staggered by this huge fluctuation.

Qin Yin used all his cultivation, and he wanted to stab Qin Zheng to death with a sword, so the power of this sword was really extraordinary!

If it weren't for the Xuanyuan Sword holding Wang Yu in his hand, Qin Zheng would probably have been killed at this time!

As the red horse began to retreat, he leapt into the air.

Qin Yin stabbed with a sword just now, he held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, his mind moved, and he subconsciously used his vitality to stand up the Xuanyuan Sword in front of him to resist.

The Xuanyuan Sword really turned into a light shield, blocking Qin Yin's fatal blow.

Qin Zheng's confidence suddenly increased, this Xuanyuan Sword was really a divine weapon, and it was so quick to communicate with him!

Seeing that his fatal move didn't do anything to Qin Zheng, Qin Yin glared at his blood-red eyes again, raised the Purple Frost Sword, and slashed at Qin Zheng's head.

The purple cold light skyrocketed, and the purple frost sword turned into a purple light several zhang long in an instant, and it slashed in front of Qin Zheng like lightning.

Qin Zheng dodged, his body was unstable, and Qin Yin swept towards him with the Purple Frost Sword in his hand.

Qin Zheng flew up again, and the purple cold light swept past his feet.

Qin Yin attacked three times in a row, and the moves were all to take Qin Zheng's life.

Qin Zheng dodged three moves in a row.

The discerning people present could see that this was Qin Zheng deliberately letting Qin Yin.

He waits for work at ease, but Qin Yin is a long-distance attacker, and he can strike first, and there is no need to give up the opportunity to Qin Yin.

You must know that every attack of the divine soldier can be fatal, and giving up the initiative is tantamount to risking your own life.

The reason why Qin Zheng did this was because when Qin Mu was alive, he told their brothers to respect and love each other, and Qin Zheng thought of brotherly love, which gave Qin Yin three moves.

But Qin Yin's murder of his brother usurped the throne and his intention to kill Qin Zheng had already severed his brotherly love, so after three moves, Qin Zheng no longer planned to let him.

As soon as Qin Yin took the lead, he wanted to take the lead, and after the three swords, the fourth sword slashed towards Qin Zheng head-on.

Qin Zheng roared angrily, swung the Xuanyuan Sword and slashed towards the Purple Frost Sword.

The two divine weapons intersected, and there was a loud sound like a landslide and a crack, and the golden light and purple light burst out in an instant, engulfing the entire vast battlefield in it.

Qin Zheng and Qin Yin flew backwards at the same time, and they stood up a hundred feet apart.

The Xuanyuan Sword in Qin Zheng's hand was bright and dazzling.

The Purple Frost Sword in Qin Yin's hand faintly showed a hint of strangeness in a purple cold light, as if a ripple appeared on a smooth mirror-like water.

Qin Yin's heart sank, and he took the Purple Frost Sword in front of him to take a closer look, and couldn't help but be taken aback.

On the blade of the Purple Frost Sword, a gap the size of a grain of rice suddenly appeared.