A dazzling white light suddenly exploded at the bottom of the holy lake, and when the light faded, Qin Yun's figure disappeared at the bottom of the holy lake, and he was pulled into the world of the sword by the nameless heavy sword. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Good guy~~" Qin Yun looked at the illusory but unusually real illusion in the sword in front of him, and said coldly.

There was a nameless corpse under his feet, and everywhere he could see, there were millions of corpses in the space inside the sword, and there was no position where Qin Yun could stand firmly.

"Shaft, you shouldn't be here!" An illusory voice sounded from the world in the sword, and as the voice came, the phantom of a young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes immediately appeared in front of Qin Yun.

"Sword Emperor??" Qin Yun sneered, it was impossible for the Ancient Emperor to reappear in this world, so he could conclude that the one in front of him at this time was definitely not the Sword Emperor of the Ten Thousand Emperors period.

"It's better for me to call you Sword Soul. ”

The young man standing in front of Qin Yun at this time was just the appearance of the sword soul in the heavy sword transformed into the Sword Emperor. And the millions of corpses he stepped on under his feet were probably the projection of the corpses of the opponents defeated by the Sword Emperor back then.

"Presumptuous!" said the Sword Soul angrily, it is the soul of the Emperor Sword, and no one will be allowed to dare to disdain the Sword Emperor.

The Great Emperor represents the pinnacle of one party, so the Sword Emperor was the strongest sword user at that time, and naturally this sword soul is also known as the strongest sword soul. Even after the fall of the Sword Emperor and the heavy sword being discarded at the bottom of Nanling Lake, after three hundred years of vicissitudes, this sword soul is still alive.

"Come with me!" Qin Yun said with emotion, wanting to avoid a vicious battle with the sword soul. After all, it is not a simple matter for this sword soul to live to this day.

"Foolish dreams!" said the Sword Soul angrily.

"Stubborn!" Facing the sword soul that was still intoxicated with the glory of the past, Qin Yun didn't want to waste his lips and tongue anymore, and his cultivation was fully displayed. The hands were suddenly covered with the color of glass.

"It's up to you, the waste of the condensation period! When I was dominating the world, you weren't even worthy of lifting my shoes!" said the sword soul rampantly.

Qin Yun didn't talk nonsense, his eyebrows were upside down and he came towards the sword soul attack.

"Rubbish, you're not worthy!" The sword soul looked at it lightly, in its eyes, Qin Yun was just a minor monk in the condensation period, but it was the soul of the emperor sword back then.

"Less nonsense!"

Qin Yun pulled out his punch, and the speed was so fast that the sound of a sonic boom came out, and the momentum was immeasurable! After the phoenix gave him the purest origin aura in the world, he cultivated in the ancient tomb for half a year, and there was even the help of the Emperor Yu Ji and the Strange Power Exercises. Although he is still in the condensation period, he is no longer what it used to be.

He was confident that even in the face of Yan Hengtian, who had entered the stage of the spiritual platform, he would be able to knock him down to the nine heavens.

The phantom of the sword soul gradually solidified, and he fought hand-to-hand with Qin Yun in close quarters. Since the beginning of the battle, the speed of the two sides has been dizzyingly fast. All you can see is two black shadows fighting each other, and the sound of explosions when fists collide.

The sword soul exclaimed in his heart: "Is this still the ability of a monk who has just ascended the path of cultivation to condense qi?"

The combat power displayed by Qin Yun was of course beyond the reach of ordinary Qi Condensation Stage cultivators, and ordinary monks would naturally advance to the Zhou Tian Realm after the completion of the monk's Qi Condensation Period. How could he be like Qin Yun who continuously compressed the full aura of the dantian until the golden scales woke up and helped him open up the atrium.

He secretly carried the Emperor Yu Ji, and the aura circulating in the meridians was one layer faster, and his fists shone brightly, blasting out directly at the chest of the sword soul.

The sword soul felt Qin Yun's power as if he could break through the Nine Heavens with one punch, and he didn't dare to force it, so he hurriedly used his arm to protect his chest.

Unbeknownst to him, there was a cracking sound of bones cracking from the space in the sword, followed by a loud rumbling sound. The sword soul was knocked to the ground by Qin Yun's punch and fell into the millions of corpses.

"That's it?" Qin Yun spat out a turbid breath from his mouth, and at this time, he was in high spirits. The Phoenix's Origin Aura that gave him seemed to be endless, enduring and enduring.

But soon, Qin Yun knew that the matter was not over, because he had not yet exited the space inside the sword.

"Rubbish!"

"Rubbish!"

The sword soul crawled out from the depths of the corpse pile, and the arm that had been used to block Qin Yun's punch had been scrapped.

"I can beat you like this with a piece of waste, so what are you?" Qin Yun said sarcastically.

"Die!"

"What do you think it is!" said the sword soul angrily, the discarded hand quickly regenerated, its body was already transformed, and the discarded arm could naturally be transformed again.

"I am the soul of the Emperor Sword!" the sword soul roared, if it could be healed infinitely, Qin Yun's attack on it would be useless.

It's a pity that the virtual image created by the sword soul did not deceive Qin Yun, and he saw the blood stains that were still left at the corner of the sword soul's mouth. If it was truly cured, why was there still blood. This can only show that Sword Soul is nothing more than a bluff.

Qin Yun didn't break the Dao, because he hadn't fought enough.

The light of his fists was full again, and he rushed towards the sword soul. The two sides scuffled in one place again, and Qin Yun opened and closed like a god of war.

If one punch doesn't kill you, then one more punch, and if you can't do it, a third punch will be punched until you die!

He became more and more brave the more he fought, forcing the sword soul to retreat step by step, without the slightest power to fight back.

And the sword soul can only accept being beaten, and if it uses the exercises, it may also be able to wrestle with Qin Yun for a while. But it wasn't a human being, just a wisp of sword soul that has survived to this day.

The reason why it can become the soul of the Emperor Sword is because its user is the Sword Emperor and has nothing to do with it.

It's a pity that the sword soul who died to the end of his life still didn't repent, and was still intoxicated with the majesty of the past, and kept scolding in his mouth.

"If you could have broken a finger on my finger before?!"

"You don't even have the qualifications to stand in front of me and speak!"

"Rubbish!"

"I'm the soul of the Emperor Sword!"

Qin Yun, who had been holding back without speaking, was finally angry and exploded.

"Your time is long gone!"

"There is no emperor now!"

With that, Qin Yun blasted out with a punch, completely blasting the body conjured up by the sword soul!

In an instant, all the phantoms in the epee space turned into foam and disappeared. Qin Yun's chest was rising and falling violently, I don't know if it was caused by the hearty battle, or the excitement of just speaking.

His figure reappeared at the bottom of the sacred lake, and it was already dusk.

Jing looked at the nameless heavy sword in front of him, and Qin Yun pulled it out without saying a word.

The moment the heavy sword broke through the ground, the heavy dust covering the sword body for three hundred years slanted down, revealing the original face of the heavy sword. The blade is dark, and although there is sunlight, it cannot refract a trace of light. The blade is not sharp, but it always exudes a murderous domineering spirit. At the junction between the hilt and the blade of the sword, the word "Juque" is engraved.

Suddenly, ten thousand swords rang out in unison in the Holy Lake, as if bowing to the "Juque".

The emperor's sword is out, and ten thousand swords surrender. (To be continued.) )