Shock: The love letter was sent to the empress by mistake

Since they were able to defeat the first time, they would be able to do the same the second time.

Even though the strength displayed by Emperor Qiu Yan was extremely powerful, the two of them clearly did not feel the slightest fear.

On the contrary, facing a powerful opponent seemed to arouse Chu Qingyue's competitive spirit.

The sharp light in his eyes seemed to pierce through Emperor Qiu Yan.

A cold air emerged, and finally, the third sound of the Emperor's Bell rang.

This sound of the Emperor's Bell was extremely deep, like the dark clouds that covered the sky and pressed down from the sky when the storm was about to come.

The strong and frightening sense of oppression even affected the scene in the underworld.

The sky seemed a little gloomy, and the wind suddenly rose and fell.

The calm surface of the Wangchuan River was drifting and surging as if it was frightened.

The huge waves were stronger than the waves, beating towards the shore like a raging beast.

Even the Naihe Bridge was slightly shaken by the waves.

The terrifying oppressive feeling of the third Emperor Bell was enough to make all ghosts feel awed.

"The Emperor Bell rang three times."

All Lanchuan Continent, when hearing the third Emperor Bell, even the Great Emperor would have been defeated.

And at this moment, even Emperor Qiu Yan's blood-red eyes showed a trace of astonishment.

Obviously, he did not expect that the Emperor Realm cultivator, whom he did not take seriously at all, would burst out with such powerful strength.

But in addition to this, there was another thing that surprised her even more.

"Wife, leave your third sword to me."

At this moment, as Nie Chen whispered in Chu Qingyue's ear, the huge golden Dharma image slowly stretched out its giant palm in the air.

"What do you mean?"

After a moment of hesitation, Chu Qingyue instantly understood what Nie Chen meant by watching the actions of the golden Dharma image.

"Interesting, if that's the case, then give it a try."

A cold smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and the imperial power on Chu Qingyue suddenly rose a whole section.

The awe-inspiring power even made the surrounding ground gradually frozen under this bone-chilling cold.

The bamboo sword behind him trembled and made a threatening sound, and the black bamboo sword in Chu Qingyue's hand also shone brightly at this moment.

Suddenly, a sword was slashed out.

But the majestic sword energy of this sword turned into the shape of a sword, and it did not go in the direction of Emperor Qiu Yan.

Instead, it flew into the air and flew towards the golden Dharma image.

"Listen to my command, hold the sword!"

As Nie Chen's voice fell, the golden Dharma image actually stretched out a huge palm and directly grabbed the sword-shaped sword energy slashed by Chu Qingyue in his hand.

The sword energy burst out with a majestic and murderous might, which was fused with the majestic majesty of the golden Dharma image.

The sacred golden light and the emerald green sword energy of the bamboo sword shone in the sky, majestic and majestic, as if the power of God had descended to the world, majestic and sacred!

The golden Dharma image holding the sword not only restrains the ghosts from their origin, but also integrates Chu Qingyue's imperial power and swordsmanship.

The mysterious and murderous sword intent in the bamboo sword swirls up and merges with Nie Chen's sword intent.

The already extremely dazzling golden Dharma image actually bursts out with a more dazzling and sacred light.

In those eyes, there is even more majesty as if a divine weapon has descended to the world.

When he raised his palm, it seemed as if mountains and rivers were pouring down.

The light reflected, as if the sky and the sun were broken.

"Kaitai Sword!"

Accompanied by various mysterious visions, the golden Dharma image held the sword and slashed.

This sword actually burst out with a strength that is even far greater than Chu Qingyue.

Above the imperial power!

This sword seems to be enough to shake the underworld and shock all the ghosts.

Cut the sky and tear the earth apart!

"Boom!"

The boundless and huge pressure came down with this sword.

Even Emperor Qiu Yan's already polluted scarlet eyes revealed a trace of astonishment and fear.

The seven strings were a heavenly-grade magic weapon that gathered countless spiritual energy from heaven and earth, forged by a great weapon refiner, and forged after countless reinforcements.

The power of the strings once caused bloody storms in Lanchuan Continent, and even the top sects were afraid of it.

But at this moment, despite the blessing of the blood light, the seven strings trembled violently, as if struck by a thunderbolt from the sky.

Even a heavenly-grade magic weapon could not withstand this terrifying power.

"Bang."

Finally, the first red string broke.

As an extremely powerful heavenly-grade magic weapon, it broke without any dignity!

The remaining six strings struggled to support, but the amplitude of the shaking and trembling had begun to become more and more intense.

The six taut strings wailed in pain, and seemed to be on the verge of their limit.

"How is it possible!"

At this moment, Emperor Qiu Yan, who was originally arrogant and thought that no one could defeat him, could not help but be filled with astonishment.

She had never imagined that this combined attack would actually form an effect of one plus one far greater than three, and it erupted with a terrifying force that was simply unimaginable.

Not only that, the sacred and mighty golden light mixed in the sword energy had actually caused her spiritual body to gradually show signs of cracking.

This restraint on ghosts from the source, even the soul of the emperor could not avoid it.

She could only notice in horror that part of her soul had begun to become like charcoal after being burned by fire, becoming dark and scattered, and was about to be annihilated by it.

"Impossible, no one can stop me. I must disrupt the order of the two worlds and find him again!"

As if he had fallen into a bit of madness, the red light in Emperor Qiu Yan's eyes began to become disordered and crazy.

Raising her palms towards the sky, she seemed to want to do her best to resist the overwhelming killing intent.

The only six remaining strings trembled more and more violently, as if all the strength had been mobilized.

But even so, it still couldn't stop the sword slashed down by the golden Dharma.

The emerald green sword light was so sharp that it seemed to be enough to tear everything apart.

The six trembling strings finally couldn't resist anymore, and with a "bang" sound, they broke in unison and were swept away by the whistling wind.

The violent sword intent swept over and instantly engulfed Emperor Qiu Yan.

Like millions of blades slashing down, her spirit body was constantly disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But for some reason, at this moment, the original madness of Emperor Qiu Yan suddenly disappeared.

The eyes filled with blood and madness also returned to clarity at this moment.

Through the golden light and sword energy in the sky, she saw clearly.

At this moment, Nie Chen and Chu Qingyue had already appeared in their hands a guqin and a bamboo flute.

The sound of the string music was ethereal and graceful, and the lingering sound was lingering.

At this moment, Emperor Qiu Yan, who had been swallowed by desire and fell into madness for a long time.

Inadvertently, a smile of relief appeared at the corner of his mouth.