Emperor Qiankun

At this time, Li Qingyuan saw his hesitation, and the corner of his mouth curled up. Then he waved his hand and led the people behind him to move closer to the Emperor Sword.

Seeing him like this, Yang Haochen sighed inwardly and hurriedly followed. He didn't want Li Qingyuan and others to take the lead.

As they got closer, everyone suddenly felt as if their bodies were carrying a mountain, extremely heavy, and every step seemed extremely difficult.

My feet felt like they were imprisoned in heavy shackles, difficult to lift, and my leg muscles were tense and veins bulged.

My breathing became rapid, and the invisible pressure seemed to be about to crush my chest, and the air seemed to become thinner.

"This power..."

Some people looked pale, with beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads.

The same was true for others; they all felt the suffocating power.

They knew that this was the pressure emanating from the Emperor Sword.

After all, this is a peerless weapon that has killed countless powerful people. Even after endless years, its power remains as strong as it was back then.

At this moment, they finally understood why those people had failed before.

Faced with such terrifying pressure, it is impossible to withstand it without sufficient strength and courage.

Everyone's expression gradually became solemn, with surprise and uneasiness revealed in their eyes, but they were unwilling to give up. They still gritted their teeth and persisted, trying to break through the obstruction of this mysterious force.

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Li Qingyuan had now come to within three feet of the Emperor Sword. The pressure of the Emperor Sword surged like a tide, pressing down on his body wave after wave.

But he felt that he could still bear it, so he gritted his teeth and took another big step forward.

At this moment, the distance between him and the Emperor Sword was only two feet!

One step, one zhang. Two more steps and you’ll be close to the Emperor Sword!

At this time, Li Qingyuan caught a glimpse of Yang Haochen who had also come to within two meters.

In an instant, both of them felt that the pressure suddenly doubled, as if a thousand-pound force was pressing on their shoulders.

Li Qingyuan quickly concentrated his mind and steadied himself.

He held the green sword upright in front of him, with a firm will, using the sword to resist the supreme pressure emanating from the Emperor Sword.

At this moment, the sword power erupted in full force, forming a fierce aura with him as the center, competing with the pressure of the imperial sword.

On the other side, Yang Haochen imitated Li Qingyuan and also held the spear horizontally in front of him.

It's a pity that his spear skills are only at the level of spear energy, which is still far from the level of spear force. Naturally, he can't withstand the pressure of the Emperor Sword.

Fortunately, he was able to burst out his cultivation to the peak of the sixth level of the Purple Mansion Realm in time, which allowed him to stabilize his body temporarily.

At this moment, Li Qingyuan made up his mind and took another step forward.

In an instant, he was only one step away from the Emperor Sword!

But this step seems like an endless river in the sky, as difficult to cross as a natural chasm.

At this moment, the pressure of the Emperor Sword increased tenfold like a landslide or tsunami, as if a tremendous force was pressing down on his shoulders, making it extremely difficult for him to breathe.

But Li Qingyuan still did not give in, and stood up straight with his spine straight.

His heart is as solid as a rock.

For him, who had possessed a magic sword in his previous life, the imperial sword in front of him, although powerful, was not enough to shake his mind.

In this life, he just needs to rely on its power to make a transition.

He firmly believed that it was man who controlled the sword, not the sword that controlled him.

At the same time, Yang Haochen gritted his teeth and took another step forward, coming to Li Qingyuan's side.

But the price of this step was huge. The terrifying pressure from the Emperor Sword made his legs go weak and he fell to his knees on the ground.

When he raised his head and saw that Li Qingyuan was actually able to stand proudly, a strong sense of unwillingness surged in his heart and he tried to stand up again.

But the pressure of the Emperor Sword was like the giant hand of a devil, pressing down on him so hard that his bones creaked.

After trying hard twice, he was filled with helplessness and despair and finally gave up.

At this moment, Yang Haochen looked at the Emperor Sword which was only one step away from him, but he felt that he had reached the end.

For him, this step was like a chasm that he couldn't cross!

His heart was filled with a sense of powerlessness and frustration. He knew that the gap of this step might be the real gap between him and Li Qingyuan!

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Behind the two of them, Su Yaoyue, Chen Lingyu and others were not to be outdone, and they came to a position about two meters away from the Emperor Sword one after another.

However, except for Su Yaoyue and Chen Lingyu, everyone else found it difficult to move forward after feeling the pressure of the Emperor Sword.

They stayed at two meters for a while, trying to resist the invisible pressure, but finally retreated helplessly.

When they left the range of the Emperor Sword's pressure, they felt as if they had broken free from the darkness and regained their freedom, and a sense of relief arose spontaneously.

They were breathing heavily, sweat rolling down their foreheads and soaking their clothes.

At this moment, a hint of determination flashed in Su Yaoyue's eyes, and she took another big step and came to Li Qingyuan's side.

However, she also felt that it was difficult to bear this powerful pressure and it was difficult for her to keep her body steady.

She had to bend down to reduce the pressure of the Emperor Sword.

After her, Chen Lingyu also took a big step forward resolutely and came to her side.

At this moment, Yang Haochen felt that he could no longer withstand this terrifying pressure, and could only crawl away ten feet away in a very embarrassed manner.

When he was ten feet away and able to stand up again, his face was as gloomy as a dark cloud, and his heart was full of humiliation and unwillingness.

Afterwards, he quickly left the range of the Emperor Sword's pressure, not wanting to stay here any longer.

After Chen Lingyu held on for a while at a distance of ten feet, he finally couldn't stand the pressure that was coming like a tide and chose to leave.

Suddenly, only Li Qingyuan and Su Yaoyue were left around the Emperor Sword.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on them, and everyone was wondering who would become the new owner of this imperial weapon.

However, everyone had their own plans in mind. Some people felt that no matter who got it, the Tianjian Sect would definitely win this time.

But there are also some people who do not want any of them to obtain the Emperor Sword, such as Yang Haochen, Feng Chen and others.

At this moment, they were all praying silently in their hearts, hoping that neither of them would get the Imperial Sword.

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At this moment, Li Qingyuan saw Su Yaoyue coming to his side.

There was no surprise on his face. After all, Su Yaoyue possessed an innate holy body, so it was reasonable for her to come here.