Yun Su and Gui are the emperors of Zhongyun, even if they are just an incarnation, the powerful quasi-saint power that exudes envelops the entire Jianyi City.

As time passed, many ordinary monks couldn't help but become short of breath under the pressure of this quasi-saint-level coercion.

The eight protectors of Nanchu were all frowning and clenching their teeth secretly.

Fang Caiyunsu's sword was already obvious, if it was blocked again... Only、Die!

'Why hasn't Your Majesty made a move!'

‘......’

This is the only thought in the hearts of the eight people, including Zhao Yan and Xiang Qingshan, at this moment, they all know... With the strength of the eight of them, they couldn't stop this Emperor of Zhongyun.

Though... It's just an incarnation, and it's not something they can resist.

The reason why they appeared, in addition to their identity as the protector of Nanchu, was that they subconsciously thought... Their Emperor His Majesty would stand up to stop the incarnation of the Emperor of the Middle Clouds.

If not...

They showed up at this moment, just to die.

"Get out. ”

Yun Su was holding his lifeless son in his arms, his face was grief-stricken, and the Changyun Sword in his hand pointed forward... Above this Changyun sword body, there is a white wind and white thunder, and the wind and thunder are staggered and surrounded, and the momentum is amazing.

This innate spirit treasure Changyun Sword actually has the power of wind and thunder, and this power of wind and thunder is extremely special, and it is actually white.

The eight protectors of Nanchu, all of them were numb at the moment, looking at the Changyun Sword in Yun Su's hand, they subconsciously wanted to retreat, but...

Gritted his teeth violently, and he didn't take half a step back.

This country is the Chu country, this city is the national capital Jianyi, and the eight of them are the pillars of the Southern Chu country, which is to be the pillars of the Southern Chu country.

Now that some people in the national capital regard the prestige of Southern Chu as nothing, even if the eight of them know that they are invincible, even if they know that resisting and waiting for them is a certain death, they must not retreat.

This... Only then is it worthy of the three words of the national protection pillar!

"Please also ask the Emperor of Zhongyun to forgive me for not being able to obey my fate. ”

Zhao Yan opened his voice in a condensed voice, and at this moment, there was a look of death in his eyes, and the look in his eyes suddenly calmed down, since he had already decided in his heart... There is nothing to fear.

Rumble!

In an instant, the whole body was cultivated as a storm, and it was set off in an instant, and Da Luo Jin Immortal was of the highest grade!

Boom Boom!

Around Zhao Yan, the remaining seven Southern Chu Protector Pillars also exuded their own cultivation and Da Luo Jin Immortal at this moment!

"Good!"

"Good!"

Yun Su looked at the eight people in front of him, smiled, looked up to the sky and laughed, but this smile... It's cold, it's bloody.

A bloodthirsty killing intent burst out of his eyes.

"Today, I will use your blood to sacrifice the blood of my son!"

He originally planned to give Emperor Nanchu a few thin noodles, but now it seems... I don't plan to save face at all.

The Changyun Sword in his hand resounded with a scream in an instant.

The color of heaven and earth changed with the sword, and the white wind and thunder with a whistling sound fell from heaven and earth, hovering and condensing on the sword body, and the mortals or monks in the entire sword city were all in a panic.

A sword, leading the heavens, the wind and thunder!

It's like... Once this sword is cut down, the entire city of Jianyi will be reduced to ashes.

Southern Chu Imperial Palace, on the city wall.

"Father!"

Chu Tang's face had already changed drastically, he also had a golden immortal cultivation, so he was naturally able to know the power of Yun Su's sword.

If it really goes down with a sword, not to mention that the entire Jianyi City is turned into ashes...

At least, half of it will be scrapped.

Not to mention that there are tens of millions of Southern Chu people in this Jianyi City, these people have no way to survive under this sword, and the Emperor of Zhongyun's move is obviously to use half of the lives of Jianyi City to bury his third son.

"Shut up!"

Chu Yan drank his son with a loud snort, he was more anxious than Chu Tang, and he knew better what damage this 'Changyun One Sword' would cause to the Southern Chu Kingdom.

A sword down...

Millions of dead and wounded people are not the main thing, but the prestige of Southern Chu, which will cease to exist from now on, the face of him, the emperor of Southern Chu... It's even more lost.

But... The time hasn't come yet, and he can't make a move!

Half an hour, only half an hour left, he can only hope for his eight protectors, hoping to be able to drag on half an hour.

It was also at this time that the emperor of Chu was annoyed in his heart, and he knew that this was the case... He shouldn't have sent the strongest of the ten great protector pillars with the cultivation of the quasi-saint lower grade to leave, if that one existed, he could do it on his behalf.

Lingxiu Pavilion, the middle of the place.

Bang.

"Oops!"

This is the sound of people falling to the ground, and at the turn of the staircase, Chu Wanqiu, who was wearing a red wedding dress, was half-fallen to the ground at the moment, and her right ankle was hit hard.

Through the wooden window at the entrance of the staircase, Chu Wanqiu could see the sky outside, and when he saw the tyrannical white wind and thunder, he was even more anxious.

Pulling the three-foot skirt behind the wedding dress, Zla... All of them were torn, and he endured the pain in his ankle and continued to run downstairs.

The memory of that person is getting clearer and clearer in my mind...

She...

The last life has already missed once.

I definitely don't want to miss a second time in my life.

In front of Lingxiu Pavilion.

Those who originally watched the excitement were all pale at this time, feeling the aura of destruction coming from the Changyun Sword in Yun Su's hand, and they couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.

They didn't expect that they had come from thousands of miles to participate in the recruitment of relatives and have a dream of climbing to the sky in one step, but they didn't expect... It turned out to be a person who came to give people heads.

"Chu!"

The eight pillars of national protection, Zhao Yan led a loud shout, shouting the name of the Southern Chu State, and a fierce spiritual power rose from his body, forming a huge barrier in front of him.

"Chu!"

The other seven people behind him were also shouting, all of them had a look of death in their eyes, and their cultivation was also integrated into this barrier, wanting to use this to block Yun Su's sword.

The Emperor of Zhongyun and Yun Su held the Changyun Sword, and the sword body was surrounded by white wind and thunder.

Those eyes full of revenge and anger looked at Qin Feng behind the eight of them through the eight protectors, and the hatred in his eyes rose to the extreme.

"Death to me!"

The sound of angry shouting shook the heavens and the earth.

The Changyun Sword in his hand slashed forward in an instant!

Whoa...!

A loud sword roar broke through the void and soared into the sky, mixed with the sound of crazy wind and thunder.

The bright white sword light shrouded half of Jianyi City, and those young talents who came from all over Qiulan were all dead in their hearts at this moment.

Especially the three princes of East and West Erqi and Northern Qin, all of them are like eating 'Yoneda Gong', and their faces are extremely ugly.

As princes, they are unwilling and uncomfortable at the thought of dying here like this, and this kind of death that is affected and destroyed.

Now...

Zhao Yan, the head of the eight pillars of national protection, forcibly gritted his teeth, even though he knew that the resistance of the eight of them was useless... But it is still necessary to resist.

However, at this time, when the white sword light came out with wind and thunder.

Zhao Yan was stunned because of his eyes... A figure was reflected in his eyes, his hair flying behind him, his clothes were torn and ragged, it was the beggar who was 'fated' by Lingxiu Flower Ball and killed the three princes of Zhongyun.

Vaguely heard a sentence, which made Zhao Yan even more stunned and did not react.

"The power of strange wind and thunder, this sword, not bad. ”