Half of the city is thundering, and the noise is roaring.

The name of the Emperor of Zhongyun is really not just talking, just by virtue of an incarnation and the power of a sword alone, it has such a power, it is no less than an ordinary quasi-saint lower grade monk.

In the face of this sword, even if the Emperor of Southern Chu personally attacked, it would take a lot of twists and turns to calm down.

On the wall of the Southern Chu Imperial Palace, Chu Yan's father and son were all shocked at this moment.

"Yunsu!"

Almost gritting his teeth, Chu Yan looked at Bancheng who was shrouded in sword qi and thunder, his anger was attacking, and his eyes were almost bursting with blood, but despite this... He still didn't move.

There was only less time left than two hours before that time.

"Father... Like、Something doesn't seem right. ”

At this time, Chu Tang, the prince of Southern Chu, suddenly spoke, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes looking at Lingxiu Pavilion, hearing his son's words, Chu Yan also looked at it in his heart, and there was a light of cultivation in his eyes.

Really...

When he saw the half of the city shrouded by sword qi and thunder, his face became even more shocked.

The noisy sword qi wind and thunder lasted for only three or four breaths before it was completely calmed down.

However, the scene unfolding in front of me is unbelievable.

Jianyi City, half of the city... After Fang Cai's devastating sword.

Mo said that the mortal monks in the city were killed or injured, and there was no way to damage even a single grass or tree, as if Yun Su's earth-shattering sword just now was just an astonishing fart, and the wind was loud and the rain was not at all.

Even Yun Su and the Emperor of Zhongyun were stunned, looking at everything in front of him, he couldn't believe it.

He knew best how strong the sword he had just slashed was.

With the power of his incarnation, coupled with the Changyun Sword, a single sword can destroy at least the lives of millions of people in half the city, how can it be that not a single grass or tree is damaged.

"The sword is good, but it's a pity that the person who used it is a fool. ”

When Yun Su was stunned, ten zhang in front of him, Qin Feng, who had long and messy hair, said lightly, the word 'stupid' almost didn't blow up the Zhongyun Emperor.

The eight national protectors behind Qin Feng were also stunned, they didn't know what was going on at all, just now... What the hell is going on?!

How could the sword qi wind and thunder with earth-shattering momentum disappear so suddenly.

And at this time...

What happened in the next moment made their eyeballs almost fall out.

I saw Qin Feng raise his hand and grab it at Yun Su at random, and in an instant, the Changyun Sword surrounded by white wind and thunder in Yun Su's hand actually broke away from Yun Su's hand and flew down into Qin Feng's hand.

Everything is flowing like a cloud, it's like... Qin Feng just took back what belonged to him.

"How, how is it possible!"

"Damn! This beggar snatched Emperor Zhongyun's sword!"

"Then didn't the damn Zhongyun Dynasty Ancestral Sword that was said to be good?!It was just taken away?"

"yes... I heard that this sword has been sacrificed with soul blood by the Zhongyun Dynasty for generations, except for the descendants of the Zhongyun Royal Clan, no one else can move it at all. ”

"This, this, this is outrageous!"

"It's against the sky..."

“......”

The millions of people who watched this scene from afar had not yet recovered from the previous fear of death when they were shocked by Qin Feng's exposed hand.

Of course... Among them, the most shocked person was the Zhongyun Emperor.

His own sword, of course, knows best in his own heart.

But it is precisely because it is clear that it is more and more terrifying!

Subconsciously looked at his hand, the sword... It was gone, and when he looked up again, the Changyun Sword had already fallen into Qin Feng's hand, and Qin Feng also waved it a few times.

Yun Su was completely stunned...

This is the ancestral sword of his Zhongyun Dynasty, which has been sacrificed for generations and has been passed down for nine generations, how could it be taken away like this.

And it was such an inconspicuous little friar!

"Here comes the sword!"

Yun Su was stunned for a moment, and then he was furious and shouted, and the momentum was extremely amazing, but... The Changyun Sword in Qin Feng's hand was as if he hadn't heard it, and it didn't move at all, and it was useless to let this Emperor of Zhongyun shout.

"Here comes the sword!"

"Give me...!"

Just as Yun Su was about to shout the third time, suddenly... The pupils shrank sharply, his expression changed suddenly, and his body was stunned in place, a wisp of blood... Without warning, it slowly slipped from the corner of his mouth.

Raising his eyes to look at Qin Feng, his eyes were full of disbelief, just now...

He suddenly found that the connection between himself and Changyun Sword had been completely severed.

Imprinted with the mark of the nine generations of inheritance emperors of the Zhongyun Dynasty, the Changyun Sword that has been nourished by soul blood for countless years, at this moment, it has become someone else's thing so easily!

'How is that possible!'

Yun Su was already terrified to the extreme.

At this moment, Qin Feng was holding the Changyun Sword, he just used one of the three remaining wisps of spiritual power in the dantian to dissolve the power of Yun Su's sword before, and then forcibly took Yun Su's sword into his hand, erased the divine sense mark in it, and then branded it with his own.

Since then... This innate spirit treasure Changyun Sword is surnamed Qin.

The reason why he did this, Qin Feng was considerate, the golden hoop stick could no longer be used at will, once it was used, it would be too easy to reveal his identity, and he couldn't do without a suitable magic weapon in his hand, this Changyun Sword naturally became an excellent choice.

Feeling the power of wind and thunder in the sword, he was still quite satisfied with this sword and Qin Feng.

Subsequently...

raised his eyes slightly, looking at the Emperor of the Middle Cloud in front of him.

There were three wisps of power left in the dantian, and one of them had just been used, and the holy power circulating in the meridians was already about to dissipate.

Dealing with the guy in front of him, Qin Feng didn't want to waste the second way.

"You!"

The moment Qin Feng raised his eyes, the Emperor of Zhongyun suddenly felt a suffocating aura from Qin Feng's body, even if it was his quasi-saint power, it was an aura that he couldn't resist.

"In exchange for this sword, Ben Shao taught you how to use the sword once. ”

"You're optimistic. ”

Qin Feng opened his mouth lightly, and the Changyun Sword in his hand was slowly raised, but there was no slightest vision, just casually... He swung his sword forward.

This time...

He used the power comparable to the most holy inferior grade to infuse all the residual power circulating in the meridians and used the 'Heaven and Earth One Sword'.

The seemingly indifferent sword, even the power of wind and thunder in the Changyun Sword did not trigger a single bit, and Yun Su, who was ten zhang away in front of Qin Feng, had not yet reacted from the horror of feeling Qin Feng's breath, and his pupils shrank sharply.

Bang!

The whole incarnation shattered with a bang.

The corpse of Yun Yi, the third prince of Zhongyun in his arms, fell to the ground, and his round eyes... It's still Mu Ne, looking at the sky godlessly.

The strongest sword should be revealed but not revealed, condensed but not dispersed, as fast as the wind and as bright as electricity.

A sword... Killed!