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Chapter 693 I am the Jiuyuan Emperor!

Feeling the pain coming from the internal organs, Yuan Qi's heart was full of hostility instead.

"Come again!"

The emperor's sword flew away again, followed by endless vitality.

"Out of control."

Zhao Yan snorted disdainfully.

The long knife in his hand chopped down again.

The swords collided, and the fierce sword intent collided with the violent vitality cloud sea.

buzzing~~
The two are not separated this time, but entangled.

"Hold on!"

"Use all the true essence for me!"

In the army formation below, the generals bared their teeth and roared angrily.

They are all ordinary soldiers, and those with high cultivation are only in the Ming Dao realm. Most of them are just great masters, which is a world of difference from those who have ascended to the immortal level.

It stands to reason that they are not qualified to compete with the immortal-level powerhouse.

But at this moment, they have to contend with the immortal-level powerhouse.

Naturally, it is impossible for them to fight close to the immortal-level powerhouses. All they can do is to release every trace of true energy in their bodies.

Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes. When the number is large enough, even the immortal-level powerhouses will be defeated.

Millions of soldiers desperately squeezed any trace of true energy in their bodies, and the cloud of vitality above became thicker and more violent.

buzzing~~
The sky was shaking, the earth was trembling, and the violent energy fluctuations seemed to tear the sky and the earth apart.

Yuan Qi held his long sword and stood at the top, his eyes were like sharp knives, fixedly staring at Zhao Yan on the opposite side.

But Zhao Yan's complexion became more and more ugly.

He never expected that these humble ants could burst out with such a huge amount of energy.

In fact, it's not that he can't solve it. As long as he bursts out in a concentrated manner and directly rushes into the army formation, then these millions of soldiers will be lambs to be slaughtered by him at will.

But this is too much!

With the arrogance of a celestial being, he didn't want to fight these ants at close quarters.

He should go down with a knife and cut all the hopes of these ants to pieces.

But at this moment, he unexpectedly found that he was unable to break the pervasive Yuan Qi cloud.

"Damn!"

He let out a dull growl.

The strong true essence in the body gushes out crazily with a strong sword intent.

next moment.

The surging Yuan Qi cloud shook violently.

Countless soldiers fell down in an instant.

They weren't dead or even injured, but they had exhausted all their strength, and they didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Yuan Qi's face was extremely serious.

Can't stop!
Millions of soldiers gathered together can't stop a heavenly fairy.

hateful!

He hated it in his heart.

Although he had tried his best, and his soldiers had also tried their best, they still couldn't resist the opponent's attack.

Seeing that Yuan Qiyun was about to collapse, Yuan Qi's eyes were cracked with anger, but there was nothing he could do.

But at this moment, a loud singing sound came from behind.

"One yuan is the high mountain, the second yuan is the vast river, the third yuan is the rosy clouds covering the morning sun, the fourth yuan is the night, the stars are falling, the fifth yuan is the pilgrimage, the sixth yuan is agitating and floating all things, the eighth yuan is overlooking the sky and the earth, and the ninety thousand miles. The vastness of Yuan Zhi Dao lifts the sky."

The loud singing soared straight into the sky, and the scattered Yuan Qi cloud suddenly condensed again and became thicker.

Yuan Qi felt his whole body relax, and the heavy pressure seemed to disappear.

He looked back a little stiffly.

The soldiers below had already lost their strength. They were lying on the ground, almost covering the ground.

But they still didn't give up, they still wanted to stand up.

But the loud and clear singing did not come from them, but from the city.

This song was originally a popular song among folk cultivators. It has been circulated among the people since 8000 years ago, and the name of the Nine Yuan Dynasty comes from this song.

It is precisely because of this that this folk song has been handed down to this day.

At this time, countless figures walked out of the imperial capital, and they came side by side, striding forward in mighty steps.

They sang this vulgar song, waved their arms, and tried their best to release the true energy in their bodies.

Among them are the nine-yuan royal family, court officials and generals, nobles of the dynasty, and children of cultivating families, but most of them are ordinary people, and they went to the battlefield with weak cultivation bases.

Yuan Qi looked at the figures and the endless sea of ​​people.

The corners of the mouth twitched slightly, and the sharp eyes became hazy.

"Father, you are wrong, you are really wrong!"

"Climbing to immortality is not what the emperor wants, it is what the emperor wants for all people to return to their hearts!"

"Woooooo~~~"

Suddenly he burst into tears.

Crying incomparably wronged, incomparably sad.

Yuan Sheng is his father, so he couldn't resent Yuan Sheng before.

But now he is full of complaints about Yuan Sheng.

If it hadn't been for Yuan Sheng ascending to the immortal, the immortal would not have come that day, and their Nine Yuan Dynasty would not have suffered such a catastrophe.

At the same time, he felt sad for Yuan Sheng.

Is Dengxian really good?

Is it really what an emperor should do to abandon the dynasty and all the people and ascend to the fairy world?

No, the people are the foundation of the emperor.

Without all the people in the world, how can there be the emperor's honor?

Putting the cart before the horse is the greatest tragedy.

In Jiuyuan Emperor Capital, tens of millions of people, as long as they can still walk, all rushed out of the city at this moment.

They helped up the soldiers who fell on the ground, and they walked towards the front of the formation like raging waves.

The situation in the world changes color, and the vitality is vast and plays a battle song.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Yan's face became extremely pale.

His eyes were full of shock, full of disbelief.

"why?"

"Why are these ants not afraid of death?"

He gritted his teeth and growled.

This is the first time he has performed the task of clearing the lower bounds. Before coming, he had envisioned many situations.

But he never expected such a situation to arise.

He looked back stiffly.

At this moment, he became flustered and at a loss.

rear.

The eight heavenly immortals also had gloomy faces.

Especially the leader, whose face was so gloomy that he could squeeze out water.

"The way of the emperor, the heart of the people, damn it, how could such a situation happen in the mere lower realm!"

He was also a little panicked.

Killing people is commonplace for them.

But they are also human beings and cultivators, but they come from the fairy world. In fact, their essence is no different from the cultivators in the fairy world.

It is simply impossible for them to slaughter thousands of creatures.

"Brother, what should I do?"

"What to do? How do I know what to do?" He roared angrily.

Do you want him to kill these tens of millions of people?

If he really did this, then his way of cultivation would come to an end.

If you kill too much, demons will appear.

If it's just to execute the mission and kill the mission target, he can accept it.

But let him slaughter these people, he really dare not do it.

At this moment, he felt quite a dilemma.

On the other side, Yuan Qi turned around abruptly. He rolled up his sleeves and wiped away the hot tears on his face.

His eyes were concentrated, and a sharp light suddenly flashed.

The battle is not over, he is not dead, and the faith of the Nine Yuan Dynasty is not broken.

The battle has only just begun.

"Zhu Xian!"

He held up the Emperor's Sword in his hand, and the little Emperor's Qi left in his body melted into the Yuan Qi cloud.

"Zhu Xian!"

"Zhu Xian!"

The whistling sound continued continuously, resounding through the heaven and earth.

The majestic cloud of Yuan Qi surged and turned into a sea of ​​clouds, trying to engulf Zhao Yan, the Heavenly Immortal.

Zhao Yan looked at the condensed Yuan Qiyun again, and his face became ferocious.

return to?

impossible.

He can't afford to lose face.

The long knife is raised high, and the light of the knife reflects the sky, like the sun is in the sky.

"It's just a group of ants, so why not kill them!"

As soon as the words fell, the Qianzhang Daomang fell suddenly.

Seeing this, all the heavenly immortals in the rear showed astonishment.

They also didn't expect Zhao Yan to go on a killing spree.

But they were just stunned and did not stop them.

When the sword light fell, Yuan Qiyun blocked it like a barrier.

Boom~~
The terrifying force collided, and the primordial air flow surged instantly, splashing towards both sides.

Seeing this, Yuan Qi had a flash of determination in his eyes.

I saw him clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, and flew out suddenly.

A faint royal aura enveloped the sword body, and a dense cloud of primordial energy wrapped around his body.

He flew out like a sharp arrow.

"careful!"

Behind, several heavenly immortals reminded urgently.

Zhao Yan also noticed his attack, but there was a cold smile on his face.

"If you come to die in such a hurry, then I will fulfill you."

He drew back the long knife and swept it out violently.

The whistling blade light burst towards Yuan Qi.

Yuan Qi was happy and fearless, with a resolute look on his face.

"Remember, I am the Emperor Jiuyuan!"

He let out a roar.

He insisted on carrying the terrifying sword glow to Zhao Yan.

Yuan Qiyun rolled around his body, engulfing and enveloping the terrifying blade glow.

The hazy sword light shot into Zhao Yan's chest like a cold star.

Puchi~~
flutter~
The sword pierced his chest, and bright red blood spurted out.

The light of the knife fell on Yuan Qi like a heavy hammer, making Yuan Qi unable to bear it any longer, and a mouthful of dark red blood spewed out from his mouth.

Zhao Yan's face was covered with blood spurted by Yuan Qi.

Yuan Qi's body was also covered with Zhao Yan's blood.

"you!"

The pupils in Zhao Yan's eyes suddenly narrowed.

He didn't expect Yuan Qi to be so desperate and want to die with him.

Yuan Qi grinned, blood flowed down his chin, staining his neck red.

"What about the immortals in the sky? If you dare to provoke me, you will die."

He pushed the long sword in his hand hard, exerting all his strength.

Zhao Yan looked down at the pale sword blade, his eyes throbbing.

A sword wound was not terrible, even if it pierced his heart, it would not kill him.

But that hazy royal air is the deadliest threat to him.

"I~~"

Zhao Yan stretched out his hand to hold the sword body, trying to pull the long sword out of his chest.

It's a pity that his vitality is passing away extremely quickly, and his strength is rapidly dissipating.

"You are going to die!"

Yuan Qi grinned.

It's just that his eyes dimmed.

His own cultivation is only at the Ming Dao Realm. Although he is an emperor, he has just finished the Emperor's Qi Refining Art, and now he can reach the third level of the Emperor's Qi Refining Art.

In terms of his own strength, he is not as good as Zhuxiantai Small Realm.

But behind him are tens of millions of people in the imperial capital, and millions of elite troops of the Nine Yuan Dynasty.

That majestic Yuan Qi cloud is his biggest reliance.

With the help of Yuan Qiyun's power, he forcibly resisted Zhao Yan's sword glow.

Although Yuan Qiyun had already reduced Zhao Yan's sword glow by [-]%, it was still not something he could bear.

This knife still cut off all his vitality.

(End of this chapter)