Second Patriarch Qin Changping also wiped the sweat from his forehead and cautiously instructed:
"Big...Big Brother, if you ever meet again in the future, you and that sister-in-law...fairy must get along well. Don't ever offend her..."
"What's the matter? You're still pointing fingers at me, your big brother. Don't meddle in my business."
"Also, hurry up and resolve the issues above. Who are these people? What level are they? They are flying around over my Qin family."
Qin Changsheng saw Su Murou, Meng Ruyan and others slowly walking from the foot of Qinjia Mountain, and hurriedly urged them.
"Okay!" The third ancestor Qin Chang'an responded.
He had the sword-wielding imperial weapon, and he was confident that it was enough to destroy everything.
He stroked the sword as if looking at a beloved Taoist partner, and said softly:
"This is the first time you shine in this world. Before you make your move, please allow me to give you a name. Otherwise, you will follow me and break through Lingxiao in the future. I will call you Lingxiao Sword!"
"Zheng!"
As the Third Ancestor Qin Chang'an's voice fell, a loud and piercing sword chant suddenly exploded and instantly spread throughout the entire Northern Territory. It seemed that the sword was very satisfied with the new name.
The sword's light suddenly increased, and mysterious patterns appeared on the sword. A terrifying power emanated from the sword, as if a chaotic giant beast was awakened from its slumber.
The sword suddenly broke free from his hand, flew into the air, and automatically danced in sword flowers, as if celebrating something.
"Hahaha!"
The Third Ancestor Qin Chang'an laughed wildly. At this moment, he also felt the emotions of the sword body, which was very consistent with his own. Although he had not recognized it as his master, he had a strong premonition.
This sword will be very powerful!
And, very handsome!
"Sword!"
With Qin Changan's loud shout, the sword emperor's weapon, Lingxiao Sword, flew back into his hand, as if it couldn't wait to announce to the world the arrival of the Sword Emperor!
Qin Chang'an held the hilt of the sword in his hand, looking at Duanmu Peak in the sky with a cold look in his eyes.
"cut!"
The next moment, he slashed towards the sky with a sword.
A terrifying azure sword energy burst out from the tip of the sword, carrying infinite power.
The sword energy soared into the sky, resounding through the nine heavens, and its light illuminated the entire world.
The people in the sky didn't understand what was happening yet. They only felt that they had been locked in boundless murderous intent, as if falling into an icy cave. When they sensed that the sword energy was coming from the sword in Qin Chang'an's hand below, they were all stunned.
Is this... another supreme imperial weapon?
The Qin family's second imperial weapon? Furthermore, it's a sword-wielding imperial weapon focused on killing!
How is that possible!
Duanmu Feng's face changed drastically. As a quasi-emperor, he had an extremely strong spiritual perception. He had a feeling that this sword... was probably another fully revived imperial weapon.
Then he shouted, "Quick, gather everyone's strength and block this sword!"
This terrifying sword had the power of locking space and could not be avoided. Especially in Duanmu Feng's perception, most of the sword energy was coming towards him and Thunder Supreme. Only by gathering everyone's strength could there be a glimmer of hope.
As soon as the words fell, the others came to their senses and released all their spiritual power desperately to try to block the sword.
The monks who were guarding magical instruments and sacred objects even used all the protective measures they had.
For a moment, the entire sky was filled with colorful lights. Magical weapons, spiritual weapons, and holy weapons were flying everywhere, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. The entire sky became dark.
but……
This terrifying and boundless sword energy was like a ray of light in the darkness, instantly shattering everything in front of everyone's dazed gaze.
Time and space seemed to be eclipsed by this sword.
It was as if dumplings were falling from the sky, with corpses falling one after another. All the obstacles became a joke at this moment.
"Tian'er!"
"Disciple!"
“Senior Brother!”
The desperate roar resounded throughout the world. For a moment, desolate and sad emotions filled the sky and earth.
Fortunately, with all races eyeing them covetously, Qin Changsheng did not want to kill them all. Most of the sword energy was directed towards Duanmu Feng and Lei Ming Zhizun. Most of the others who died were low- and middle-level cultivators. As for the other high-level cultivators, they were only seriously injured.
Duanmu Feng and the other man felt the threat of life and death, and let out an earth-shaking roar that echoed throughout the sky. At the same time, they summoned all the defensive treasures on their bodies, turning them into a seemingly indestructible barrier that surrounded them.
But the next moment, they knew what it meant that under the great emperor, we are all ants!
The same is true for the imperial army.
Although Qin Changan was unable to unleash the full power of the imperial weapon, for a fully revived imperial weapon, killing a mere quasi-emperor was enough!
"ah!"
"impossible!"
With a scream, Ling Xiao's sword energy directly penetrated the defensive barrier in front of Duanmu Feng, everything was in vain, and then pierced through his heart and purple palace.
Duanmu Feng's body stiffened instantly, his face filled with disbelief.
He used up the last of his strength and cast his gaze with difficulty towards the sword-wielding imperial weapon in Qin Chang'an's hand below. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
His soul quickly dissipated, the boundless darkness swallowed up his consciousness, and his body slowly fell from the sky like a dead leaf.
The soul is destroyed!
The Thunder Supreme on the side was even more miserable. Since he did not have the physical body of a quasi-emperor, he did not even let out a scream before he exploded into a ball of blood mist and completely dissipated between heaven and earth.
At this moment, the wind stopped, the sunlight dimmed, and the entire world became dim, as if the entire world was mourning the fall of the Quasi-Emperor.
"Hahaha, Lei Ming, here I come!"
At the moment before Duanmu Feng died, a streak of light flashed by. It was Nangong Jing, the Holy Lord of the Yin-Yang Holy Land, who received the message from the Supreme Thunder and came here in person on his sword. He just happened to see the sword energy in the sky and Duanmu Feng's miserable condition.
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