Emperor Qiankun

"Bang bang bang!"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of collision, the sword light flashed like lightning, colliding violently with the sharp blade of the star.

The sword in his hand danced faster and faster, and the sword energy was like a meteor across the sky, shattering the stars one by one.

His figure shuttled through the star rain, like a swordsman dancing in the starry sky, elegant and powerful.

After a stick of incense had passed, the star shower in the starry sky stopped abruptly. They returned to the starry sky and restored to their original appearance, still dazzling and beautiful.

Li Qingyuan stood quietly under the starry sky. His figure appeared exceptionally tall and straight, and a powerful aura emanated from his body.

His breath echoed in this starry sky, and his power was recognized in this starry sky.

Li Qingyuan took a deep breath, his gaze passed through the stars and looked deeper into the starry sky.

His footsteps began to move, and his figure gradually disappeared into the starry sky.

......

When he appeared again, he inexplicably came to a mausoleum.

This mausoleum is magnificent and exudes an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

In front of the mausoleum stands a huge imperial stele, with exquisite patterns and texts carved on the stele, which makes people feel awe.

There were three people standing next to the imperial tomb stele. Their eyes were focused on the words on the stele, as if they were looking for some clues.

Li Qingyuan's eyes fixed and he couldn't help but look over.

There were words carved on it with sharp sword energy: "I am the ninth emperor of the Tianwu Dynasty, Yang Yuan."

"I thought that after breaking through to the peak of the ninth level of the Emperor Realm, I would be invincible. However, I never imagined that a small pawn coming from the sky, with just a casual finger, would make it difficult for me to resist. I hate it, I hate it, I really hate it!"

These words revealed a deep sense of helplessness and anger. Li Qingyuan could feel the emperor's unwillingness and grief before his death.

"Is this what the late emperor of the Tianwu Dynasty left behind before his death?"

Li Qingyuan muttered to himself, a complicated light flashing in his eyes.

He continued reading, and there was a small text below: "I am unwilling to accept this, but I am about to die, and I will no longer have the opportunity to seek revenge. Now I place the imperial sword 'Longyuan', which I have spent my entire life crafting, in this imperial mausoleum. I hope that someone with a destiny will obtain it and avenge me!!!"

After reading it, Li Qingyuan felt a strong resonance in his heart.

Isn't he the same?

He also has his own hatred and resentment, and he also desires power and the ability to protect everything he cherishes.

At this moment, the words on the imperial tomb stele were like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard and making him fall into deep thought.

He stood there quietly, like a statue.

......

After a long time, a determined look appeared on Li Qingyuan's face.

The late emperor's last wish truly touched his heart.

He needs this imperial sword in this life!

It's not just to fulfill Yang Yuan's last wish, but also for myself!

He felt that his state of mind was sublimated at this moment, becoming more determined and mature.

After a moment, he came to his senses and turned his gaze to the three people beside him.

Suddenly, he was surprised to find that these three people were actually old acquaintances of his - Yang Haochen, Feng Chen and Wang Yi.

A cold smile suddenly appeared on Li Qingyuan's face, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, Yang Haochen and the other two also saw Li Qingyuan.

"Li Qingyuan?"

Yang Haochen frowned slightly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Li Qingyuan, you still dare to come in?"

At this time, Feng Chen spoke with gritted teeth, his eyes flashing with anger.

As he said that, he held a long knife and slashed at Li Qingyuan fiercely.

"court death!?"

Li Qingyuan snorted coldly, and thrust the sword in his hand straight out without any moves, but with extremely fast speed and great power.

"Clang!"

The long knife chopped off the sword, sparks flew, and the sound of metal colliding echoed in the mausoleum.

Feng Chen was knocked back several steps by this force. He steadied himself and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, his arms were still trembling slightly.

In an instant, he began to circulate the profound energy in his body with all his strength, and his cultivation of the fourth level of the Purple Mansion Realm burst out without reservation in an instant.

He swung the long sword again, and the blade drew a sharp arc in the air, slashing towards Li Qingyuan with a whistling sound.

Li Qingyuan no longer hesitated and directly performed the second move of Qingfeng Sword Technique.

Suddenly, the sword technique was like a gentle breeze, seemingly gentle, but actually concealing endless murderous intent.

The sword shadows flickered, like countless blue lightning bolts interweaving in the air.

Feng Chen suddenly felt a fatal crisis. His face changed drastically, and the originally angry expression was instantly replaced by fear.

He stepped back quickly, his steps a little flustered.

He never expected that Li Qingyuan's strength would improve so much. This was completely beyond his expectations.

Seeing him retreat, Li Qingyuan jumped up without any hesitation and performed the Seven Star Steps.

His figure disappeared from the spot in an instant like a ghost, and appeared in front of Feng Chen the next moment.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand pierced Feng Chen like lightning.

The sword was as fast as a meteor, and the tip of the sword was pointing directly at Feng Chen's vitals.

Feng Chen quickly put the long sword in front of him. With a loud "clang" sound, the swords collided again, sparks flying.

However, Li Qingyuan's power was too strong, and Feng Chen was shocked and retreated repeatedly, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Perhaps seeing that Feng Chen was in a bad situation, Yang Haochen suddenly stabbed Li Qingyuan with the spear in his hand.

His spear skills were extremely powerful, with a cold light flashing on the tip of the spear, aiming straight at Li Qingyuan's heart.

Li Qingyuan had no choice but to put away his sword and dodge sideways.

The tip of the gun grazed the corner of his clothes, bringing up a piece of clothing.

At this time, Feng Chen had already quickly come to Yang Haochen's side.

The two looked at each other and saw shock and fear in each other's eyes.

They originally thought they could easily defeat Li Qingyuan, but unexpectedly they are now in trouble.

Seeing that he had no chance, Li Qingyuan simply put away his sword, a sneer flashed in his eyes.

He knew that they were already afraid and their fighting spirit had begun to waver.

At this moment, the space fluctuated again, and Su Yaoyue's figure slowly emerged and appeared directly next to the tomb.

When he saw Su Yaoyue, Wang Yi's expression changed obviously, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

Fortunately, he was standing behind Yang Haochen, so Su Yaoyue didn't notice him at first.

At this time, Su Yaoyue was already walking straight towards Li Qingyuan.

Then, Chen Lingyu and Gu Yuyan also appeared here one after another.

Their appearance made the atmosphere in the mausoleum even more tense.

At this moment, the situation changed dramatically in an instant, from one against three to four against three, and Li Qingyuan and his team had the advantage in numbers.

Su Yaoyue's gaze swept across the crowd and finally stopped on Wang Yi, with a strong murderous intent flashing in her eyes.

Perhaps sensing the murderous intent, Wang Yi unconsciously leaned closer behind Yang Haochen.