Tian Yuan

He remained calm and downplayed the matter.

With the naked eye, Chen Qingyuan was at the bottom, looking up at the surging sea of ​​clouds.

Those with slightly stronger cultivation saw a different situation.

In a trance, some powerful people felt that the space around them was distorted, and the power of unknown laws constructed a new world.

Chen Qingyuan was dressed in gorgeous brocade clothes, with a crown on his head and a jade belt around his waist. He sat high in the sky, with such majestic majesty that it stirred the soul.

Everyone crawled at his feet like ants, trembling with fear, their life and death hanging in his hands.

Be it the Tianfu Army that intimidates all worlds or the great general with extraordinary strength, they all look the same at this moment, like a drowning insect, struggling desperately, their lives hanging by a thread, in a miserable state.

"Boom——"

The ultimate sword intent in the world was like a huge storm that could destroy this territory. It was surging in the sky, defeating the killing formation of the 800 Tianfu troops, tearing their black armor, leaving their skin and flesh exposed and blood spurting.

"what......"

The sword intent cut through their flesh and pierced their souls, causing the soldiers to be unable to bear the pain and cry out loudly.

The weapon in his hand broke into several pieces.

The armor that seemed indestructible to the world was reduced to a pile of fragments.

"what is this?"

The unexpected situation made Qi Mo lose his composure and arrogance. He became panic-stricken and horrified.

"Yu!"

Qi Mo didn't have time to think. He shouted loudly, holding the spear, and tried his best to resist, but he was like an ant struggling, and it was useless.

Even if you have all the means, you cannot break through the sea of ​​sword intent. You can only struggle for a little longer, which cannot change the final result.

The city lord, guards, monks from all sides, and others looked up and witnessed this scene, feeling horrified and shocked.

Some people subconsciously looked at Chen Qingyuan. After just a moment, their souls trembled, as if they were looking at an ancient god of death. They almost suffocated to death and quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look at him any more.

"Ah-"

A very obvious and sharp sound was heard. The holy weapon armor that Qi Mo was wearing could not withstand the power of the sword and gradually broke apart, and all its Taoist charm was lost.

"what!"

Qi Mo raised his head and shouted, burning his blood and essence, using secret techniques to try to break the current predicament.

Veins bulged and blood oozed from the skin in various parts of the body, soaking through his clothes. He looked extremely hideous and terrifying, like a mad beast that had lost its mind.

Immediately afterwards, Qi Mo swung his spear vigorously, shattering one special space after another formed by sword intent. The injuries on his body became more and more, which was shocking.

After half an incense stick of time, Qi Mo spat out a mouthful of thick blood, and his breath began to become disordered, obviously he was suffering from the backlash of the secret technique.

"Whoosh!"

The strange scene in the sea of ​​swords suddenly disappeared, and the tremendous force gathered at one point and turned into a ball the size of a fist.

As Chen Qingyuan moved his fingers slightly, the ball exploded.

"Boom!"

The tremendous power that erupted rushed towards Qi Mo.

"boom--"

Qi Mo reacted subconsciously, holding the gun horizontally in front of him, mobilizing all the spiritual power in his body to form a protective barrier.

However, the protective barrier was destroyed in the blink of an eye.

The spear broke into two pieces, and a hideous penetrating wound instantly appeared on the chest. The flesh was torn by the powerful force, and dozens of cracks appeared, with no part intact.

"cough..."

The backlash of the secret technique and the sword intent left Qi Mo unable to resist. He coughed and spat out a large mouthful of black blood. His expression was hideous and in great pain.

Above the clouds, countless fragments are floating.

None of the 800 soldiers of the Tianfu Army died, but all were seriously injured.

It was not that they were able to withstand the power of this world-suppressing sword, but that Chen Qingyuan had no intention of killing and showed no mercy.

Some people were suspended in the air, falling into a coma; some still had some sanity, trying to support their bodies and maintain an upright posture; some had their bodies exploded, leaving only their souls trembling.

Those who have not yet fallen into a coma all have one common characteristic.

That is... fear!

Extreme fear corrodes the soul and drives away reason.

This feeling is like a mortal falling into the deep sea. The body is under tremendous water pressure and slowly sinks. It is pitch black all around, no sound can be heard, and it is impossible to breathe.

Every second is a torture that cannot be described in words.

In this kind of environment, with the few remaining bits of consciousness, he couldn't help imagining whether some unknown and terrifying creature would emerge from the dark space around him, open its bloody mouth, swallow him up, pierce his flesh with its sharp teeth, and slowly chew him up.

There will be no liberation until the moment of life ends.

Not only were these soldiers extremely terrifying, but even Qi Mo, the commanding general, was the same.

The sword just now shattered Qi Mo's pride and made him understand that there are always people better than you.

When covered by the power of the sea of ​​swords, Qi Mo deeply realized what despair was.

Only when facing the emperor and ancestors do I feel this suffocating feeling.

In fact, the despair that surged from the depths of the soul far surpassed that brought by the ancestors.

Who is this guy?

Why have we never seen such a terrifying existence?

In the sky, Qi Mo's body was shaky, blood was flowing from wounds everywhere, and he was riddled with holes, no longer able to fight. He was clearly still standing high up, staring at Chen Qingyuan, but it was as if he was looking up at an untouchable existence, his fear was even stronger, and he was terrified.

With just one sword, he solved what the world thought was a huge problem.

The territory of the ancient city is as silent as a cicada.

Chen Qingyuan returned the sword in his hand to Tang Wan'er, and said calmly: "Don't focus on the sword moves, but understand the sword's meaning. Calm down and think and comprehend. If you don't understand something, ask me and I will teach you slowly."

"Yes."

Tang Wan'er put away her sword, her eyes full of admiration.

The greatest luck in this life is meeting my Master.

Today is like a dream, intoxicating.

From this moment on, those people looked at Chen Qingyuan with awe and fear, and many envious and jealous eyes fell on Tang Wan'er's delicate body.

Standing behind him is a master who is so powerful that it is beyond the common sense of the world. This is something that many people dare not even dream of!

At this moment, everyone's ears faintly echoed those words: "My apprentice is far more noble than the prince or princess."

At first, no one took this seriously and showed contempt.

Now, no one dares to show the slightest disrespect, everyone is trembling with fear and fearing him as a god.

"Send a message to the person in charge of the Zilian Dynasty immediately. I need an apology."

A glance from Chen Qingyuan shook Qi Mo's soul and made his body shake violently for a while, and he almost fell from a height.