"boom!!!!"
The setting moon and thousands of stars are low, and the sky is full of stormy waves.
When a sword energy blooming with silver light fell from the dark moon and surged in with a momentum that swept across the army, the golden dragon head also smashed into the military formation, blasting dozens of stunned soldiers away.
Although he killed dozens of people with one move, Wei Changtian did not continue to "expand the results", but just froze on the spot.
The same was true for the tens of thousands of people in front of him.
Endless torches burned blazingly in the dusk. Along the entire official road, from east to west, everyone held their breath and looked up stupidly at the wave-like sword energy. Their eyes were filled with unparalleled fear and trembling. .
Because in this sword energy, they can truly feel an ancient and broad order, a vast and distant majesty.
If it were more exaggerated.
It seemed like...a sword from God.
...
Carrying a moon on one's shoulders, one's body shines brightly in all directions.
Moon Sword.
Wei Changtian recognized what this move was almost the moment he saw the sword energy.
After breaking through to the third level, his sense of "momentum" became more acute, so he immediately felt the majestic momentum contained in this move, unique to the Moon Sword.
So...it's Qin Zhengqiu? ! !
If Lao Zhangtou didn't lie to himself, then there are only three people in the world who can pick up the Moon Sword.
And unless Lao Zhangtou returns to the second level of peak, there is absolutely no way he can perform such a powerful move.
Therefore, in Wei Changtian's opinion, this person could only be Qin Zhengqiu.
But...even for Qin Zhengqiu, everything happening now is still too unbelievable.
In Fengyuan at that time, Wei Changtian saw with his own eyes that Qin Zhengqiu used Lao Zhangtou's long sword to execute the almost perfect moon-raising sword move.
Logically speaking, that should already be the greatest power of the Moon Sword.
But looking back now, the power of that sword at that time was not even half as powerful as the current sword.
Although there is no evidence, Wei Changtian has an extremely certain feeling——
With this sword, no one below the first rank can stop it.
No, it is no longer a question of whether it can be blocked or not.
It should be said that except for the two possible first-grade and true immortals in the mouth of Xuantian Sword's remnant soul, no one in the world can survive this sword...
Is this the true power of the martial arts rated as "immortal level" by the system?
But why could Qin Zhengqiu perform it?
It had only been three months since Fengyuan's departure. In such a short period of time, Qin Zhengqiu had already mastered the Moon Sword from the "Pure Qing Realm" to the "Great Perfection"?
You must know that Lao Zhangtou's swordsmanship talent is already top-notch, but this process took ten years.
So, why did Qin Zhengqiu do it in only three months?
What did he do in these three months? And why did he still not show up even though he had "achieved great achievements"?
More importantly... is he still the same person?
"..."
The gravel flew away under his feet, and his figure quickly retreated.
Wei Changtian tightly grasped the Qingjue Jade Pendant and dodged back. At the same time, he looked past the "moonlight" and looked for something in the sky.
However, the night sky was empty, and no one figure appeared.
"Grandpa!!"
After hesitating for a moment, Wei Changtian suddenly shouted toward the vast night above his head.
The moonlight remains the same, with only a few stars falling.
Unsurprisingly, he received no response.
But I don't know if it was an illusion, but the speed of the sword energy suddenly seemed to be a little faster.
Then, accompanied by Wei Changtian's final sound, it fell from the horizon, drowning countless humble and confused ants from west to east like a wave.
Such a sword is already difficult to describe in words.
If I had to say it, perhaps there were a few well-used verses in the previous life that could barely express one ten thousandth of the shock.
The drums and horns lift up the sky, the air is cold, and the wind stirs the sea and mountains in autumn.
The hall was filled with flowers and three thousand guests were drunk, and fourteen states were frosty with one sword.
This sword can level mountains and seas, and can block millions of soldiers...
Gu Tao
"..."
In the frosty light, at least three thousand people didn't even have time to utter a cry or cry before disappearing under this sword.
Including the stunned Liu Guang, the thoughtful Wei Changtian, and the dazed Xu Suisui.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
The subtle sound of jade breaking sounded almost simultaneously on the mountain and down the mountain, and soon two groups of green light appeared and disappeared.
The Qing Jue Jade Pendants that were triggered one after another instantly teleported Wei Changtian and Xu Suisui to unknown places.
And just before the transmission, a voice sounded in their minds.
【Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully plundering part of the luck of the Son of Heaven "Ning Yongnian", reward system points: 150]
【Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully changing part of the plot, reward system points: 500]
【......】
"...."
"Run away! Run away quickly!!!"
After more than ten breaths, the chaotic and frightened shouts finally sounded belatedly.
Although including those killed by Wei Changtian before, the total number of people killed in Zhenshan Camp was less than 4,000, which only accounted for about 10% of the total number of people.
But looking at the "vacuum zone" that is more than a hundred feet in front of them, I am afraid that no one can remain calm at this time.
The pursuit of rebels and the killing of enemies have all been forgotten...
With all the generals dead in battle, all the remaining Zhenshan soldiers had only one thing on their minds -
That is to run away quickly.
For a moment, the crowd rushed back desperately, even faster than when they came.
And they were only focused on escaping in a panic, so naturally they didn't notice the black shadow in the distance that was slowly falling from the air.
"Whoops!"
The night wind was mixed with the smell of blood, and the black robes blew violently.
It was Qin Zhengqiu who Wei Changtian had not found just now.
One move of the Moon Sword with "indiscriminate firepower coverage" actually "killed" his own grandson... Normally speaking, this should be caused by his inability to fully control this move. .
However, if Wei Changtian is still "alive" now and sees Qin Zhengqiu's expression at this moment, then he may have another guess in his heart.
My grandfather...perhaps did it on purpose.
"..."
Blood has covered the loess, and broken limbs and broken armor can be seen everywhere.
Qin Zhengqiu walked expressionlessly through the pool of blood step by step, and then stopped at the place where Wei Changtian disappeared.
He raised his head and looked around, then silently looked back.
The long, half-white hair covered most of his face, but it could not hide the struggling and painful eyes.
"Grandson, grandson..."
Suddenly, a hoarse voice echoed in the night sky.
There was no one alive except Qin Zhengqiu within a few hundred feet, so these words could only have come from him.
But if combined with his movements and demeanor at this time, the call seemed a little inconsistent, as if there were two completely different souls in this body.
In the previous life, this was undoubtedly a typical "schizophrenia".
These days, it is generally called "obsession."
Although Lao Zhangtou once advised "Don't make illusions real," Qin Zhengqiu didn't seem to listen.
And judging from the power of the Moon Sword move just now, he should be very close to the first level now.
However, today's "Qin Zhengqiu" is no longer satisfied with breaking through to the first rank.
What he really wants is to ascend to immortality.
This is not a fantasy, because he has already found a way to "become an immortal"...
"Uh-huh!"
As if in the blink of an eye, the black shadow disappeared.
The bright moon in the sky has returned to normal, and the moonlight shines on the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, adding a layer of desolate and absurd softness to this purgatory-like scene.
The ashes of calamity fly away from the past and present, and how many masters dream of immortality.
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