Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 30 Five Kingdoms Are Destroyed

Sword intention is the artistic conception of the sword, and it is also a state. It is the unity of form, spirit, emotion and reason, and is an extension of the origin.

This is the realm that countless swordsmen dream of. Many strong men practice swordsmanship all their lives, but they still fail to understand the meaning of the sword.

In the original continent, sword intent was divided into nine levels. Each time the sword intent was upgraded to a level, the combat power would be doubled, and one could easily kill enemies by leapfrogging levels.

Of course, since there is sword intent, there is also spear intent, knife intent, fist intent, and stick intent.

And those who can understand the artistic conception are all rare and talented. Looking at the entire Eastern Ancient Territory, no one has understood it. Even the strongest Bai Qi and others have only just glimpsed the door. There is still a long way to go to form a complete artistic conception.

A long way to go.

"System, fused with first-level sword intent!"

Qin Wudao secretly thought, feeling a terrifying sword intent filling his mind.

In a daze, he came to a world of sword energy. Countless sharp swords were stuck upside down on the ground. There were countless swords. Some swords were noble, some were cold and arrogant, and some were sharp.

Suddenly, these war swords seemed to be awakening, blooming with dazzling light, forming a mysterious artistic conception in the void, encompassing all things, and transforming into thousands of things.

"Is this the meaning of the sword?"

Qin Wudao's spiritual power was attracted by this artistic conception and he hurriedly realized it.

In an instant, the heaven and earth disappeared, and everything ceased to exist. Only this artistic conception remained forever, between illusion and reality, constantly improving his understanding of the way of the sword.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?"

When Qin Wudao realized the meaning of the sword, several generals following him were confused. Just as they were about to ask, they felt a powerful force erupting from Qin Wudao's body and sweeping around.

boom!

The void trembled, pierced by the sharp sword energy.

The expressions of the generals changed drastically, and they subconsciously flew away, suspended in the sky. They found that the ground had turned into ruins, and a huge pit that was more than ten feet wide and several feet deep appeared. They couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and felt a chill on their backs.

Xin Hao, run fast, otherwise your life will be in danger!

"Buzzing..."

In the huge pit, Qin Wudao closed his eyes slightly and slowly stretched out his hands, emitting a mysterious energy.

Within a thousand feet around him, all the war swords broke through the air, gathered together as if they had been summoned, and surrounded him, constantly rotating with great momentum.

"This is... sword intention!"

Sensing strong energy fluctuations, Bai Qi flew in from afar. Looking at Qin Wudao wrapped in ten thousand swords, his pupils shrank sharply and he couldn't help but exclaimed.

When the other generals heard this, they looked enviously.

They also knew how powerful the sword was, but they had never seen it with their own eyes.

"call!"

A few minutes later, Qin Wudao took a deep breath, retracted his sword intention, and the suspended sword fell to the ground, making a harsh sword cry that lasted for a long time.

"Congratulations, Your Highness, for understanding the meaning of the sword!"

Bai Qi led the generals and congratulated him with a smile on his face.

It is difficult for them to understand the meaning of the sword in this life, but it is also a happy thing to see His Highness understand it.

As the prince of the Great Qin Empire, Qin Wudao is acting more and more against the heavens. In the future, on the road of cultivation, he will reach a peak that ordinary people cannot reach.

The Qin Empire also followed suit.

They, the old Qin people, will also enjoy the blessings.

"Generals, you're welcome!"

Qin Wudao exchanged a salute without any pride, as if he didn't have much feeling about comprehending the sword's intention.

This indifferent mentality made Bai Qi and other generals secretly amazed.

This may be the difference between a genius and an ordinary genius!

"Send the order. After completely occupying the capital of Ying, send troops to Donghuang City to capture the six major sects!"

Qin Wudao didn't know what the generals were thinking. He just wanted to get more sign-in rewards and improve his strength.

"As you command!"

Mentioning the six major sects, a strong murderous aura flashed across everyone's body.

"Destroy!"

In the Jin Empire, Jia Xu waved his feather fan lightly, the sky and the earth were darkened, and a blue tornado appeared in the void, tearing the void, and all people and things that came into contact were destroyed.

The Jianhe River collapsed, and the three ancestors of the Jin Dynasty were caught in the tornado. Their bodies flew around uncontrollably. After holding on for a moment, they were torn into millions of pieces.

The blood mist dyed the tornado red.

"Kill, kill, kill~"

In the capital city, the sound of killing could be heard, and the soldiers of Qin Dynasty shuttled on the city wall, killing enemies one by one.

The resistance of the Jin army became weaker and weaker until it disappeared completely.

In the evening, the sun sets in the west, and the afterglow of the sun shines across the sky, turning the white clouds into bright red, like a pool of blood floating in the sky.

The setting sun is like blood!

Traces all over the ground!

The Qin army stood on the edge of the abyss and personally pushed the Jin Empire to death.

In the Daqi Empire, Ren Xiao walked through the Bronze City Cave with blood all over his body, like the messenger of death, descending on the earth with slaughter.

In the city, a famous Qi soldier's eyes widened, revealing horror and fear.

"kill!"

Ren Xiao grinned, revealing his snow-white teeth, forming a ray of cold light that made countless Daqi soldiers' hearts sink to the bottom, and they dropped their weapons and ran away.

The once prosperous markets, the ancient roads that witnessed history, and the neatly arranged stone roads were dyed red.

corpse, severed limbs, blood

hatred, death, cruelty

This is the tone of war and the inevitable result of the process of the times.

In the world of warriors, there is no peace, only endless contention, fighting, and killing!

Dayan Imperial City!

The door to the Golden Palace, the highest authority in the country that governs an area thousands of miles away, is closed.

The Qin army, which had been slaughtering all the way, slowly surrounded the Golden Palace without making any noise, adding a bit of chilling air to the flowing air.

Sima Cuo pushed open the door and stood at the door.

The body of Emperor Yan was hung on a seven-foot white silk hanging from the beam.

There were twenty tables and chairs on both sides of the hall, and on each chair sat a courtier. There was a teapot on the table in front of him, which contained pitch-black poison.

When a country is destroyed, the monarch and his ministers sacrifice their lives for the country at the same time.

"Seal the Golden Palace to warn future generations!"

Sima Cuo bowed slightly and ordered in a deep voice. He decided to report the situation in the Golden Palace of Yandu after returning to the imperial capital to warn the Qin court officials.

Learn the lessons of the dead and strengthen the country's prestige tomorrow.

The Zhao Empire!

Dozens of guillotines were placed in the broad palace square. Behind all the guillotines, densely packed figures were kneeling, with depressed expressions and ashen faces.

They are all the royal family, nobles, dignitaries and clans of the Zhao Empire

But now they are all prisoners!

"cut!"

Montaigne stood on the high platform with an indifferent expression, waving the flag of the Qin Empire.

Rows of Qin soldiers pressed the prisoners to the guillotine, brandished their guillotines, and chopped them down with all their strength.

Blood splatters!

Heads fell to the ground one after another.

A few days ago, they were scolding Fang Qiu in the palace and giving advice to the country, but now they were separated from each other and died at the hands of ordinary soldiers.

"cut!"

"cut!"

"cut"

Montaigne is like a tireless machine, repeating the word 'cut' over and over again, with blood flowing and the wind blowing, dimming the time.

(End of chapter)