The Eastern Emperor disintegrated the sword soul with unrivaled momentum, and the dragon form that he transformed into was also torn in half, and his domineering spirit was in a mess. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The sword soul was completely wilted, and the Eastern Emperor's hands were like grinding plates, crushing back and forth more than a dozen times, and the will of the sword soul was almost worn out, turning into a halo and floating there, and there was no resentment and anger at all.

In the face of absolute strength, all anger seems so powerless.

Everyone finally saw what kind of combat power the strongest existence in the martial arts for thousands of years had, and the sword soul that could be suppressed by the back hand left over the previous year had no power to resist, and how strong should he be in his heyday?

The situation became delicate, Yan Bai held the sixth holy sword of the Sword Pavilion, and harvested dozens of lives with one sword, even Qianye seemed to be injured, and there were drops of blood dripping from his hanging arm.

"Kill!"

With Zuo Qing's order, the officials of the Punishment Division took new action, pounced on those killers and high-rollers like hungry wolves, and the sword light burst out.

Ye Qingguan watched quietly from the side, a sneer flashed in his eyes, he had never seen the people of the Criminal Division work so hard before.

However, he also had some doubts, logically speaking, the Punishment Division was the sharpest sword in the imperial court, and it was almost needless to say it when encountering such a thing, it must be to clear those killers first, but in today's situation, Ye Qingguan felt a little confused, and always felt that there was something greasy in it.

However, he didn't think deeply about the quagmire of the imperial court, and he didn't plan to get involved.

On the other side, Yan Bai's second sword fell, and three of the eight Xuan Swords could only flee in the wilderness, in front of a demi-saint holding a sixth-rank sword, even a top swordsman like them could not take advantage of it.

The chaos finally came to an end, most of the killers were killed, and many of the high-rollers who mixed into the house also died, and the rest fled early.

The temptation of the Sword Soul and the Eastern Emperor Inheritance is indeed huge, but the premise is that you have a life to enjoy, if you don't even have a life, what's the use of getting it in the end?

The officials of the Penal Division retreated, leaving the disciples of the Sage House to clean up the battlefield.

As for the whereabouts of the Sword Soul and the Eastern Emperor inheritance, it seems that it has become confusing, and no one knows.

Some people say that the sword soul was suppressed by Yan Bai raised his hand and was ready to be refined into the ancient sword Kong Yan, while others said that the sword soul was actually taken away by Nangong Yu and got out early.

As for the inheritance of the Eastern Emperor, many people only saw that the stone statue of the Eastern Emperor suddenly exploded and turned into a pile of broken stones, and there was no so-called inheritance at all, which made many people hard to believe.

And as the biggest beneficiary of this chaos, Ye Qingguan's master and apprentice locked themselves in the house, one was fighting with the sword soul, and the other was digesting the inheritance of the ancestors.

In the midst of nothingness, the earth is vast, the sky is dark red, the ground is criss-crossed, the tall palaces are collapsed, the ruins are broken, the eyes are full of devastation, and there is a thick desolation and pathos.

Ye Qingguan saw that the corpses on the ground were one after another, which had been weathered and dried up, and the armor on his body had also become tattered and rusty.

His blood was burning, his heart was beating violently, and the ground was soaked in dark red with blood, which made him feel familiar, and those bloods came from the same source as himself!

Yes, they are all gods, dead gods! They do not have the power of immortality as the world legends, and their bodies will rot in the wind and sand, turning into a handful of loess.

Ye Qingguan walked on the vast land, not knowing what happened here, why did the magnificent palace and the majestic immortal que become like this?

Why did the gods who unified the continent and established the Tianlan Divine Dynasty die and wound all the people overnight and become a legend for a long time?

What happened 3,000 years ago?

Walking to the center of the ruined ruins, Ye Qingguan saw a more majestic palace, even if it had collapsed, it was much more vast than the Eastern Emperor City, I really didn't know how magnificent it would be when it was in its heyday!

Here, Ye Qingguan saw a sword, a sword that was very familiar, but had been broken.

It was a very majestic sword, and just by looking at it, it would make you feel like this.

The blade of the sword is sharp, the edge is exposed, the sword body is coiled with ancient dragon patterns, the vast atmosphere, the hilt of the sword is composed of two golden dragons entwined together, the dragon head converges in the sword grid, the double dragon plays with the pearl, and spits out the blade more than three feet long.

The broken sword was stained with blood, there were gods and other people, and I don't know what kind of cruel war it had gone through, and there were gaps on such divine swords, and they were broken in two.

Ye Qingguan squatted down and gently rubbed the ancient sword, feeling all the killing and tyranny, as if there was endless anger surging in, burying the entire Divine Dynasty.

He heard the gods roaring, the ghosts howling, the ghosts crying, countless mortal wives scattered, and the mournful cries permeated Kyushu.

Boom! A terrifying sword intent suddenly erupted, as sharp as a heavenly sword, and slashed straight at Ye Qingguan's head.

Faced with such a sword full of killing and rage, Ye Qingguan couldn't dodge, and his entire body was cut in half, turning into countless points of light and dissipating, and then combined together in the distance, becoming the same.

"A contest of wills?" Ye Qingguan muttered to himself, knowing that it was definitely not that simple to subdue the sword soul.

All that remains of the ancient sword in his hand is the remnant soul, and it has gone through more than ten generations of sword masters, among which there are infatuated lovers like Li Changqing, who used his life to do good deeds to dissolve the anger of the ancient sword.

And this sword soul in front of him has been suppressed under the stone statue of the Eastern Emperor for three thousand years, although the power has been worn out by more than half, but the corresponding anger has also skyrocketed a lot, if it weren't for the back hand left by the Eastern Emperor to wear out a lot of the fierceness of the sword soul again, I am afraid that Ye Qingguan would not be able to surrender the sword soul at all.

Laugh at!

A sword aura burst through the air, wrapped in monstrous tyranny, and slashed down towards Ye Qingguan again.

The corners of Ye Qingguan's mouth hooked up a strange arc, a small sword soul, if he couldn't even surrender it, what qualifications did he have to hold the famous sword?

Laugh at!

Ye Qingguan also changed, turning into a sword light, sharp and unstoppable, and slashed straight towards the sword soul.

This is a battle of wills, the most sinister, if Ye Qingguan is defeated, the sword heart will be destroyed, and the heavy will never wake up, and if it is successful, the sword soul of the ancient sword will be completed, and it will become a real divine sword, Ye Qingguan even feels that it will surpass the previous three!

Even the three heroes of the Mo clan said when commenting on the Sword Pavilion that if it weren't for the lack of the ancient sword, it would be impossible to rank first.

Snort!

In the void space, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and the two most brilliant sword lights are the only protagonists, one is like a big river and the Yangtze River is endless, and the other is full of tyranny and killing, stirring up boundless wind and clouds here.

Every time he collided, Ye Qingguan felt that his will would be worn out a little, but he was getting stronger and stronger, honing his sword heart and boiling his will.

The swordsman, the ultimate lies in the heart, only the sword heart is transparent and solid as a rock, there is no sword that cannot be controlled.

The twelfth generation sword master of Changbai Mountain, because his sword heart was not firm enough, finally practiced swords like madness, and he abolished his practice.