The heavens start from the eight parts of Tianlong

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sword rays slashed at Wei Yuan's body, creating dazzling sparks. However, Wei Yuan's movements were agile and his body was strong. Even if he was occasionally hit by the sword rays, he was completely unharmed. This shows that Ren Zong's sword skills cannot do much harm to him. Big damage.

On the other hand, Joan of Arc, although she has a cultivation level at the peak of the second level, she is unable to exert her full strength due to her lack of cultivation. This gives Wei Yuan time to constantly turn the tide of the battle.

"boom!"

After Joan of Arc was knocked away by Wei Yuan's headbutt, she retreated a hundred feet away. This time, he did not immediately fight back.

Seeing that this place was not far from the capital, he pointed like a sword, held the sword in his hand and said: "Sword comes!"

After a while, a buzzing and trembling sound came from the city, like a swarm of locusts coming in force. They were iron swords floating in the air, gathering towards the city.

Their numbers are huge, like swarms of locusts, and cannot be estimated.

"Gods, gods..." the people in the capital looked up at the sky and murmured.

There is no shortage of masters in the capital. Some people have long noticed the fluctuations in energy outside the city. When the scene of thousands of swords flying across the sky appeared, those people could no longer hold back and took off from everywhere, rushing towards the outer city.

"Joan Arc is getting desperate." Lu Yuan looked into the distance. They were obviously far apart, but the scene when the two of them fought was still in his eyes.

"To take action so close to the capital, it seems that Joan of Arc has a lot of ideas!" Jian Zheng said.

In the confrontation between the second rank, the huge Nanyuan hunting ground was completely unable to be used. The two of them fought and walked away, and now they had arrived near the capital.

"Joan Arc's defeat has been decided, it's just a desperate struggle." Lu Yuan said with an indifferent expression.

"Yes, it just so happens that the people in the capital can see what their Majesty looks like." Jian Zheng said with a sneer.

Thousands of swords crossed the sky and gathered over Emperor Jeanne's head. They were like strictly trained soldiers, returning to their positions. Some became the hilt, some became the sword's body, and some became the sword's tip...

Not long after, a giant sword sixty feet long was slowly taking shape.

The people in the outer city only need to look up to see half of a terrifying giant sword protruding from the city wall in the distance.

Everyone was first shocked by this terrifying giant sword, and then they remembered to see who it was that had this magical power.

"His Royal Highness King Huai?"

"No, that's Your Majesty!"

Everyone below was talking a lot. After the Trinity, Emperor Jeanne still looked like herself, but after a real fight with Wei Yuan, he couldn't restrain his evil thoughts. The image on his face was between Jeanne, Yuanjing and Jeanne. Transforming back and forth is paradoxical.

"The person who is fighting against His Highness the suspected King of Huai is Wei Gong!"

"What's going on? Could it be that Duke Wei is plotting a rebellion?"

"It's impossible. The man who controls the sword has a sinister aura and doesn't look like a good person!"

I have to say that the current appearance of Emperor Jeanne is indeed not very attractive, making it difficult for people to like him, but he looks so much like King Huai and Emperor Yuan Jing that people can't help but think about him.

At this moment, all the civil and military officials and royal nobles from the inner city also rushed here. When Wang Zhenwen saw Emperor Joan of Arc for the first time, she couldn't believe her eyes.

He pointed to the sky and said tremblingly: "Isn't that... the late emperor?"

Several veterans who were officials in the same dynasty also nodded and said: "He is the late emperor, and he looks a bit like your majesty. What is going on?"

The important officials in the court, headed by Wang Zhenwen, seemed to be aware of something, but they kept it secret.

As for the fight between second-grade extraordinary beings, they were not in a position to interfere. For the current plan, they could only wait for the final result.

"Wei Yuan, don't you pride yourself on being public-minded and praying for the people?"

Emperor Jeanne's eyes were stern, showing a look of madness and disdain. He held up the sixty-foot giant sword and shouted loudly: "If you dare to hide from this sword, how many people in the city will die with one strike?"

"Joan Arc, you are really crazy!" Seeing that Emperor Joan of Arc was actually threatening him with the lives of the people in the city, Wei Yuan's face suddenly turned as dark as water.

And everyone in the city who heard the conversation between the two also changed their expressions. "That man is really the late emperor!"

"Is he using Duke Wei to blackmail us?"

"What exactly is going on!"

Amidst the panic and unrest, the sixty-foot-long giant sword fell with overwhelming force.

The sword energy contained in it was condensed with all the efforts of a second-grade human sect. With one strike of the sword, it was like a dark cloud covering the sky, a disaster!
This was the purpose of Emperor Joan of Arc in bringing Wei Yuan near the capital.

Under normal circumstances, Wei Yuan could hide, but when Emperor Joan used the people in the city as a coercion and forced him to take a sword, would Wei Yuan take it or not?

If you take it, you have to bear this world-shaking sword.

If you don't accept it, tens of thousands of people in the outer city will die under this sword.

The three million creatures in the entire capital city were in panic under the pressure of this sword force.

"cut!"

Emperor Joan of Arc roared, a look of joy flashed on her face, and she controlled the giant sword and cut it down with all her strength.

Wei Yuan took a step forward, faced the falling sword, and roared: "Here comes the sword!"

A clear light roared from the sky, like a shooting star, enveloping layers of surging clear clouds.

The Confucian Sage Carving Knife, the first treasure of Confucianism, fell into the hands of Wei Yuan again after being summoned once by Xu Qi'an and Lu Fengyao.

The Confucian Sage's carving knife buzzed and trembled. It was cheering, happy, and excited, as if... it had returned to the master's hand.

"Old friend, long time no see!" Wei Yuan held the carving knife, his eyes glowed with clear light, he stepped forward again and stabbed forward with the Confucian Sage carving knife.

The sword energy and the sword intention collided head-on, and the air realm between the two exploded with dazzling flames, just like two realms with opposite attributes intersecting, producing a violent reaction.

"Boom!"

The collision of the two energies produced a terrible explosion. The entire space seemed to collapse, and the power of destruction swept inside and outside the city wall.

This was a full burst of second-grade extraordinary power, and the defensive talisman array on the capital city wall could not stop it at all, so even if Wei Yuan blocked the attack of Emperor Joan of Arc's sword.

The aftermath of the battle between the two was enough to destroy everything around them!
At this moment, Jian Zheng took a step forward, but he didn't see any movement. He just waved his hand, and invisible force descended on the city wall where the battle area was.

Then an invisible barrier appeared, blocking all the aftermath of the battle between the two.

"Wei Yuan! How can a mere eunuch deserve the recognition of a Confucian sage? Why, why!" Emperor Joan of Arc roared, evil thoughts filling his mind.

This former emperor finally completely indulged his malice!

"Calculating the time, it's almost time! Since you want to be the protector of the people, I will help you today!" Emperor Joan of Arc gave a ferocious smile.

The elements of earth, wind, water, and fire merged and turned into streaks of "turbid" energy that lingered around his body.

His energy and blood did not change, but his aura began to surge, and it was mixed with an extremely terrifying aura, which was the power of the Witch God!

At this moment, Wei Yuan did not pay attention to the enemy who had become stronger in an instant. Instead, he suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the palace.

In the palace, all the civil and military officials, noble clansmen, imperial guards, etc. all heard the shrill dragon roar at the same time, coming from the palace of Emperor Yuan Jing.

Countless people followed the sound and looked sideways. At this moment, the hearts of the royal family and clan members suddenly felt cramped, and there was an inexplicable panic.

It's like the end of the world, like a catastrophe is coming!
Amidst the deafening dragon roar, a golden dragon broke through the roof of Jingyang Palace, clearly visible to the people in the palace.

"With the power of the dragon's veins, you are fishing in the lake, Emperor Jeanne, you deserve to die!" This is the first time since the war that Wei Yuan has lost his composure! (End of chapter)