Heroic Soul: Drunken Qianqiu

Qin Ye's pupils were blurred and he stood there. Time seemed to have passed for a long time, or it seemed like only a moment.

Suddenly, his eyes trembled slightly, and he felt as if he was wrapped in something, and majestic, pure, and indescribable energy surged into his body.

A breeze blew.

Qin Ye slowly opened his eyes, perhaps because he had just regained consciousness, but his vision was still chaotic and boundless. Before he could take a second look, the shouts around him brought him back to reality.

"um, I……"

He subconsciously drew out the long sword, but was surprised to find that the tearing feeling in his body had disappeared, and the discomfort in his soul had also dissipated, and his soul was even stronger than before.

The changes in Qin Ye's body naturally attracted the attention of Li Bai and the First Emperor. They both turned their heads and looked at Qin Ye with surprise on their faces.

Resurrected with full health in an instant?

Noticing their gazes, Qin Ye shook his head, feeling just as confused as they did.

The chaotic space, the sigh of the void, and the strange light spots all reveal a mysterious atmosphere.

"Bang bang bang!"

The noise of war echoed in the air.

A few people came back to their senses and saw that Qin Ye was not seriously injured. The First Emperor and Li Bai looked at each other and they could take action boldly. As for the reason, they could only wait until the end of the war to investigate.

In front of the spiritual tide, Li Bai was leading the way, standing proudly in the void, exuding a cold sword intent.

Raise your sword, gather your strength, and dance.

"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea and never returns; if you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall will have sad white hair, and it will look like blue silk in the morning and turn into snow in the evening..."

With a sigh, the stars fell.

Under the night sky, the spiritual light turned into the sword glow, the cold wind turned into the shadow of the sword, the sword energy was sharp, the cold light was bone-piercing, and thousands of swords roared in unison, clanking into the ears.

The First Emperor raised his head to the sky and shouted in a deep voice.

"The stars in the sky and the dust on the ground are all under my control. Today, I gather the fate of heaven and earth to fulfill the wishes of the people and turn it into my sword to conquer the world."

"Cut the universe, shatter the sun and moon, break the sky!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bright holy light rose from his body, piercing the dark clouds and reaching deep into the sky.

Under the shroud of holy light, the situation changed drastically, the void screamed, and a giant sword with a length of one thousand meters appeared, exuding a terrifying and irresistible imperial power.

"Ahem..."

Qin Ye's face suddenly turned pale, and he felt as if his body was instantly hollowed out, and he coughed twice.

When he saw the flying swords all over the sky and the sword holding up the sky, his eyes were filled with shock, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Haha, it’s me who’s holding me back...

He laughed dryly and shook his head.

There is no way, in front of these legends who are as bright as the bright moon, I am like a small star, insignificant, no one knows, and no one knows...

Immediately, he raised his sword and flew forward. Looking at the dark figure below, he couldn't help but smile slightly.

There are all things in the world, and everything is shining brightly. Whether it is the bright moon or the stars, they are all emitting their own brilliance and brilliance.

Even the flowers blooming in the corner and the dust forgotten in the corner have their own brilliance.

What's more, what about myself...

He took a deep breath, sword intent surged in his eyes, and a blazing light flickered on the sword.

Condensing his momentum, he shouted loudly, "The sword energy spans thirty thousand miles, and one sword freezes fourteen continents!"

The sword moves, and the cold light shines across the battlefield.

In an instant, the desolate battlefield, the deep void, the bright light shines, one sword pushes flatly, thousands of swords crisscross, and another sword splits the sky, suppressing everything.

"Rumble... swish swish..."

The screams were endless, and countless black shadows exploded instantly, turning into clouds of black blood mist, intertwined with the huge waves of smoke and dust, and enveloped the battlefield.

Everyone couldn't help but look at him with side eyes.

The smoke dispersed, and an abyss spanning the entire land appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Around the abyss, countless sword marks of different sizes appeared one by one, and the remaining sword intent dispersed in the air, making people shudder.

The many black figures that were standing here completely disappeared at this moment without a trace.

"Trash! They are all a bunch of trash!"

An Qingzhi roared angrily, the murderous intent in his eyes solidified, as if he was about to devour Qin Ye at any moment.

"Haha, good job, Qin Ye!"

Zhao Wenlong couldn't help laughing out loud, suppressed the injuries on his body, and began to attack more fiercely.

One move shocked the world.

Awesome, right?

No matter how powerful he is, he can only do it once. If it happens again, Qin Ye might just become a human and do it.

"Huh...huh..."

He was breathing heavily, and beads of sweat were dripping down his cheeks, falling to the ground. Just like his mood at the moment, he was uninhibited and indulgent.

"Woo..."

A cry came.

In the sky illuminated by golden light, a black dragon groaned in pain, and was torn apart by the green dragon's claws, turning into black smoke that filled the sky and dispersed.

The other black dragon is also scarred, extremely illusory, and may collapse at any time.

Everything seems to be going in the right direction.

Suddenly, a gloomy voice sounded in the void, and a figure quietly emerged, "Jie Jie Jie, is this a legend? It looks so delicious..."

Qin Ye's expression suddenly changed. However, before he could react, another voice came.

"Hahaha, legend has it that if you swallow him, I will definitely be able to break through the epic." An old man with a goatee showed his figure and laughed maniacally.

Immediately afterwards, there was another...

"Well, that little guy looks pretty good," a black shadow pointed at Cheng Yong and said.

The sound kept ringing, and in just a few seconds, nearly ten figures appeared in the vast sky, and their realms were all Saint Stars without exception, and some of them had already reached the late Saint Star stage, which was extremely terrifying.

"Still...are you here..."

Qin Ye's pupils shrank and he murmured.

The thing I was most worried about had happened, and my current situation had reached a desperate situation...

"Everyone, what do you say?"

Goatee stroked his beard and said with a smile. Although he was smiling, the greed in his eyes could not be hidden at all.

"How to say?"

A figure pretended to be deep in thought, staring at Qin Ye, and said sadly, "Of course it is for those who are capable."

The next moment, he disappeared from the spot and turned into an afterimage, quickly heading towards Qin Ye.

"You are so ignorant of martial ethics. Today, I will teach you a lesson." Goatee said quickly and immediately chased after you.

When the others saw this, they rushed forward, fearing that they would not be able to grab a share of the pie.

Benevolence and righteousness?

Haha, what a hypocritical excuse.

However, this is not important anymore...

For a moment, murderous intent was revealed.

"Haha, is there still no way..."

Seeing Qin Ye being surrounded by everyone, Zhao Wenlong's eyes dimmed and he laughed out loud.

In the past, these people were just a matter of punch to him, but now, it is also the overlord approaching Wujiang River, and the hero's end...