Emperor Qiankun

From the time Li Qingyuan stepped into the ethereal realm until he left, it was like a flash of light, a mere stick of incense.

He slowly came back to his senses, as if waking from an ethereal dream, and began to carefully feel the power surging in his body like a gurgling stream. Every bit of power seemed to be cheering, full of vitality and vigor.

His slender fingers gently stroked the imperial sword in his hand, and the slight coolness emanating from the sword spread along his fingertips to his heart.

At this moment, a strange feeling surged in his heart. He actually felt a sense of intimacy with the blood of the Emperor Sword, as if the Emperor Sword had become a part of his body.

Suddenly, he keenly noticed that there was something unusual about this imperial sword.

After careful observation, he discovered that the imperial sword had lost its sword spirit.

The sharp sword energy that should have been there disappeared, replaced by a dead silence.

After a little thought, he understood.

I think it must be the residual soul of Yang Yuan who destroyed the original sword spirit for his own selfish desires, trying to take over the sword spirit!

Now, there is no sword spirit in the Emperor Sword, it can only be regarded as a broken Emperor Sword.

The loss of the sword spirit means that the Emperor Sword has lost its self-awareness and some of its power, but it is still a powerful weapon.

Li Qingyuan knew a way to restore the Emperor Sword to its original state. He could use his own blood and essence to breed a new sword spirit.

This process may be very long and requires constant nourishment and cultivation.

However, he does not feel it is a burden, but rather a rare opportunity.

Because the sword spirit born from his own essence and blood will have a closer connection with him.

Such a sword spirit can not only greatly enhance the power of the Emperor Sword, but also grow as his strength increases.

The current situation, although not perfect, is sufficient to meet his current needs.

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While Li Qingyuan was immersed in his understanding of the Emperor Sword, the battle around him did not stop.

As soon as he came back to his senses from the ethereal state, he felt a chill coming from behind.

His eyes turned ice-cold in an instant, and the imperial sword in his hand was in tune with his thoughts. He stabbed back with his backhand like a nimble dragon.

"Pfft!"

The sound of the sharp sword blade piercing the flesh seemed particularly clear at this moment.

The man seemed to have never expected that Li Qingyuan would wake up so quickly. Before the expression of astonishment could fully unfold on his face, he was ruthlessly pierced through by the Emperor's Sword.

Li Qingyuan stood up slowly, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and looked behind him with cold eyes, only to see that the person who attacked him was Xiang Lindong again!

A feeling of disgust surged in his heart.

This guy is just like his annoying brother, who likes to do things behind the scenes and always wants to take advantage of others.

Sure enough, if you are not a family, you will not enter the same family!

Li Qingyuan was filled with rage and shouted, "You're looking for death!"

After Xiang Lindong was stabbed, an expression of horror and unwillingness appeared on his face. He seemed to want to say something, but Li Qingyuan did not give him the chance.

At this time, his imperial sword 'Longyuan' has been drawn out.

Then, he stabbed at Xiang Lindong's head.

"Don't kill me, I'll give you..."

Xiang Lindong widened his eyes in horror. Before he could finish his words, Li Qingyuan's sword had already pierced his forehead.

In an instant, Xiang Lindong's life was cut off, and his body fell to the ground with a loud bang, without a breath.

"Go down and give it to your brother."

Li Qingyuan spoke coldly, his voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, filled with endless indifference.

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At this moment, Yang Haochen witnessed this scene with his own eyes. His face was distorted with anger. He shouted sternly, "Li Qingyuan, how dare you break the rules! The Tianhuan Secret Realm clearly prohibits the use of high-level weapons, and yet you had the audacity to use an imperial weapon!"

However, Li Qingyuan responded disapprovingly, "How can something from the Tianhuan Secret Realm be considered a violation?"

After saying that, he rushed towards Yang Haochen like a gust of wind, shouting, "Brother Chen, I'm coming!"

At this time, Chen Lingyu's clothes were stained with blood.

It turned out that Yang Haochen tried to kill Li Qingyuan many times, but was stopped by Chen Lingyu at the risk of his life.

So, Yang Haochen vented all his anger on Chen Lingyu.

Although there is only a small realm difference between the two, Chen Lingyu is a sword cultivator after all, not a cultivator who focuses on the physical body.

Compared with those monks who specialize in physical training, his body is relatively fragile, and is not even as strong as Xiang Lindong.

Now, seeing Li Qingyuan finally arriving, Chen Lingyu felt relieved and quickly retreated to fight against Feng Chen and others together with Su Yaoyue and others.

Yang Haochen didn't think about stopping Chen Lingyu. All his attention was attracted by Li Qingyuan.

He felt the strong sword intent emanating from Li Qingyuan, which forced him to concentrate.

In the blink of an eye, Li Qingyuan had come close to Yang Haochen, and the imperial sword in his hand emitted a faint light.

Yang Haochen hurriedly waved his spear to resist, and the spear danced in his hand, causing gusts of wind.

But now Li Qingyuan's strength is no longer the same as before.

He seemed to be integrated with the sword, his whole body seemed to be bathed in the dazzling sword light, the sword energy flowed around him like a spirit snake, and the powerful sword intent bloomed wantonly.

The next moment, the sword in his hand seemed to turn into a stream of light and stabbed out swiftly.

This time, the sword energy was no longer just an empty force, but seemed to have a substantial form, like a roaring dragon, rushing towards the enemy with bared fangs and claws.

"boom!"

The powerful sword intent instantly broke through Yang Haochen's spear and headed straight for his chest, as if to pierce him completely!

In a split second, a look of determination flashed in Yang Haochen's eyes. He suddenly took out a blood-red pill from his arms and swallowed it without hesitation.

In an instant, his aura began to rise wildly like a burning flame, soaring all the way, and finally stopped at the eighth level of the Purple Mansion Realm.

"Clang!"

At this time, the tip of Li Qingyuan's sword had already touched Yang Haochen's armor, making a sharp sound like metal collision.

Although the armor is precious, it is as fragile as paper in front of Li Qingyuan's sword energy.

Yang Haochen felt a huge impact and his body was knocked away uncontrollably.

In a hurry, Yang Haochen could only try his best to dodge, and the whole person retreated rapidly like a frightened bird, and did not stop until he was far away.

After he steadied himself, he looked down at his armor and was shocked to see a large hole on it. The edge of the hole was charred, as if it had been burned by fire.

Even the skin on his chest turned red, and there was a faint burning pain.

Yang Haochen was shocked, but secretly glad.

If he had not swallowed the Blood Explosion Pill in time to greatly increase his strength, and if he had not retreated quickly enough, this sword would probably have taken his life directly.

Yang Haochen's heart was filled with shock and fear. He looked at Li Qingyuan, and a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

He didn't expect that Li Qingyuan's strength would improve so much, which was far beyond his expectations.

He knew that the outcome of this battle was no longer under his control!

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