Xuanhuan: Unparalleled Prince, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 30 The Five Kingdoms Are Destroyed
Sword intent is the artistic conception of the sword, it is also a state, it is the unity of form, spirit, emotion and reason, and it is an extension of the original.

This is the realm that countless swordsmen dream of. Many strong men have practiced swords all their lives, but they have not yet comprehended the meaning of swords.

In the Primordial Continent, there are nine levels of sword intent, and each level of sword intent increases, the combat power will increase exponentially, making it easy to leapfrog the level to kill the enemy.

Of course, since there is a sword intent, there is also a spear intent, a sword intent, a fist intent, and a stick intent.
And those who can comprehend the artistic conception are rare and unrivaled talents. Looking at the entire Eastern Ancient Region, no one can comprehend it. Even the strongest Bai Qi and others are just getting a glimpse of the door, and there is still a long way to go before forming a complete artistic conception. Long way to go.

"System, integrate level one sword intent!"

Qin Wudao secretly thought, and felt a terrifying sword intent pervading in his mind.

In a trance, he came to a world of sword energy, countless sharp swords were stuck upside down on the ground, countless, some swords were noble, some swords were cold and arrogant, and some swords were sharp.
Suddenly, as if awakened, these war swords burst into dazzling light, forming a mysterious artistic conception in the void, encompassing everything, and transforming thousands of things.

"Is this the sword intent?"

The power of Qin Wudao's soul was attracted by this artistic conception, and he quickly realized it.

In an instant, the world dissipated, and everything ceased to exist. Only this artistic conception lasted forever. Between illusion and reality, he constantly improved his understanding of the way of swordsmanship.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?"

When Qin Wudao felt the sword intent, the several generals who followed him were very puzzled. Just as they were about to ask, they felt a powerful force erupting from Qin Wudao's body and sweeping around.

boom!
The void trembled and was pierced by the sharp sword energy.

The expressions of the generals changed drastically, and they subconsciously flew upside down, suspended in the sky, and found that the ground had been turned into ruins, and there was a huge pit more than ten feet wide and several feet deep.

Xin Hao ran fast, or his life would be lost!

"Buzz..."

In the huge pit, Qin Wudao closed his eyes slightly, and slowly stretched out his hands, emitting a mysterious energy.

Within a thousand feet around, all the war swords pierced through the air, gathered as if they were summoned, and surrounded him, spinning continuously, with great momentum.

"This is... Sword Intent!"

Sensing strong energy fluctuations, Bai Qi flew from afar, looked at Qin Wudao wrapped in Wan Jian, his pupils shrank sharply, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

The rest of the generals showed envious eyes when they heard this.

They also know the power of the sword intent, but they have never seen it with their own eyes.

"call!"

A few minutes later, Qin Wudao took a deep breath, withdrew his sword intent, and the sword hanging in the air fell to the ground, making an ear-piercing sword cry, which lasted for a long time.

"Congratulations, Your Highness, for comprehending the sword intent!"

With all the generals, Bai Qi cupped his hands in congratulations, with a smile all over his face.

It is difficult for them to comprehend the sword intent in this life, but it is also a joyful thing to see their highness comprehend it.

Qin Wudao, as the prince of the Great Qin Empire, is acting more against the sky now. On the road of cultivation in the future, he will reach the peak that ordinary people can't reach.

The Great Qin Empire followed suit.

These old Qin people will also enjoy the blessings.

"You generals are welcome!"

Qin Wudao exchanged a salute without the slightest pride, as if he didn't have much feeling for comprehending the sword intent.

This indifferent attitude made Bai Qi and other generals secretly marvel.

This, perhaps, is the difference between Tianjiao and ordinary geniuses!
"Decree, after completely occupying Yingdu, send troops to Donghuang City to capture the six major sects!"

Qin Wudao didn't know what the generals were thinking. He just wanted to get more sign-in rewards and improve his own strength.

"As ordered!"

When the six major sects were mentioned, a murderous aura flashed across everyone.

"Destroy!"

In the Great Jin Empire, Jia Xu waved his feather fan lightly, the world was dark, and a blue tornado appeared in the void, tearing the void, and all people and things that came into contact were shattered.

The Jianhe collapsed, and the three Dajin Patriarchs were sucked into the tornado, and their bodies flew uncontrollably. After persisting for a while, they were torn into tens of millions of pieces.

The blood mist dyed the tornado red.

"Kill kill kill~"

In the capital city, there was the sound of killing, and the soldiers of the Great Qin shuttled across the city wall, beheading enemies one by one.

The resistance of the Jin army became weaker and weaker until it disappeared completely.

In the evening, as the sun sets, the afterglow of the sun shines on the universe, turning the white clouds into red, like a pool of blood floating in the sky.

The setting sun is like blood!

Remnants all over the floor!

Qin Jun stood on the edge of the abyss and personally pushed the Great Jin Empire to death.

In the Great Qi Empire, Ren Xiao passed through the Bronze City Cave covered in blood, like the messenger of death, descending on the earth with slaughter.

In the city, a famous Qi soldier stared wide-eyed, revealing panic and fear.

"kill!"

Ren Xiao grinned, showing his snow-white teeth, forming a cold light, which made the hearts of countless Daqi soldiers sink to the bottom of the valley, and they dropped their weapons and fled.

The once-prosperous market, the ancient roads that witnessed history, and the neatly arranged stone roads were dyed red.

corpses, severed limbs, blood
hatred, death, cruelty
This is the tone of the war, and it is the inevitable result of the progress of the times.

In the world of warriors, there is no peace, only endless contention, fighting, and killing!
Dayan Imperial City!

The Golden Palace, the country's highest authority governing thousands of miles of land, is now closed.

The Qin army, who came killing all the way, slowly surrounded the Golden Palace without making any noise, adding a bit of chill to the flowing air.

Sima Cuo pushed open the door and stood at the door.

The seven-foot white silk hanging on the beam of the house hangs the body of Emperor Yan.

On both sides of the main hall, there were twenty tables and chairs, and a courtier sat on each chair. On the table in front of him was a teapot filled with pitch-black poison.

When the country is destroyed, the monarch and his ministers are buried for the country at the same time.

"Block the Golden Palace to warn future generations!"

Sima Cuo bowed slightly, and ordered in a deep voice, he decided to report the situation of the Yandu Golden Palace after returning to the imperial capital, and warn the courtiers of the Great Qin Dynasty.

Learn the lessons of the dead to strengthen the national prestige of tomorrow.

Great Zhao Empire!

Dozens of guillotines were placed in the wide palace square, and behind all the guillotines, there were dense figures kneeling, with dejected expressions and ashes on their faces.

They are all the royal family, nobles, dignitaries, and clans of the Great Zhao Empire
But now they are all prisoners!
"cut!"

Montaigne stood on the high platform with an indifferent expression, waving the imperial flag of the Great Qin Empire.

Rows of Qin pawns pressed the prisoners to the guillotine, brandishing guillotines, and chopped them down with all their might.

Blood splattered!

Human heads rolled to the ground.

A few days ago, they were still waving Fang Qiu in the palace and pointing out the country, but now they are divided between yin and yang, and died at the hands of ordinary soldiers.

"cut!"

"cut!"

"cut"

Montaigne is like a tireless machine, repeating the word "cut" over and over again, the blood is flowing, the scarlet wind is blowing, dimming the time.

(End of this chapter)