The sword intent is the artistic conception of the sword, and it is also a state of mind, a unity of form, expression, and expression, and an extension of the origin.

This is the realm that countless swordsmen dream of. Many strong people practice swords throughout their lives, but they have not been able to comprehend the sword intent.

In the original continent, sword intent is divided into nine levels. Each level of sword intent is improved, the combat power will be increased exponentially, so that it can easily kill enemies above the level.

Of course, since there is sword intent, there is naturally gun intention, knife intention, fist intention, and stick intention.

Those who can understand the artistic conception are rare geniuses. Looking at the entire Eastern Ancient Realm, no one can understand it. Even the strongest Bai Qi and others are just a first glance at the path. There is still a long way to go before forming a complete artistic conception.

"System, fuse the first-level sword intent!"

Qin Wudao said intimately, and felt a terrible sword intent permeating his mind.

In a trance, he came to a world of sword energy, and countless sharp swords were inserted on the ground, countless. Some were noble, some were cold and arrogant, and some were sharp.

Suddenly, these war swords seemed to be awakened, emitting dazzling light, forming a mysterious artistic conception in the void, encompassing all things and transforming into thousands of illusions.

"Is this the sword intent?"

Qin Wudao's soul power was attracted by this artistic conception and hurriedly realized it.

In an instant, the heaven and earth dissipated, and nothing else existed. Only this artistic conception lasted forever, and between illusion and reality, he continuously improved his understanding of swordsmanship.

"What's wrong with Your Highness?"

When Qin Wudao understood the sword intent, the generals following him were puzzled. As soon 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 generals' expressions changed drastically, subconsciously flew backwards, floating in the sky, and found that the ground had turned into ruins, and a huge pit that was more than ten meters wide and several meters deep appeared. They couldn't help but take a breath and feel a chill on their backs.

Xin Hao runs fast, otherwise his life will be unsuccessful!

“Buzz…”

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

Within a thousand feet of the surroundings, all the swords broke through the air, gathered like they were summoned, surrounding him, constantly rotating, and making a huge noise.

"This is...sword intent!"

Sensing a strong energy fluctuation, Bai Qi flew from afar. Looking at Qin Wudao, wrapped in thousands of swords, his pupils shrank rapidly, and he couldn't help but burst into screams.

When the other generals heard this, they showed envious eyes.

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

"call!"

A few minutes later, Qin Wudao took a deep breath, withdrew his sword intent, and the hanging battle sword fell to the ground, making a harsh sword sound, which had not dissipated for a long time.

"Congratulations to Your Highness, for understanding the sword intent!"

Bai Qi brought the generals to celebrate with a smile on his face.

It will be difficult for them to comprehend the sword intent in this life, but it is also a happy thing to be able to see His Highness comprehend.

As the prince of the Great Qin Empire, Qin Wudao is now showing a sense of despair, and on the road of cultivation in the future, he will reach the peak that ordinary people cannot reach.

The Qin Empire will benefit from it.

These old Qin people will also enjoy their happiness.

"You are kind to you, generals!"

Qin Wudao changed his tribute, without any pride, and seemed to have no great feelings about comprehension of the sword.

This indifferent mentality made Bai Qi and other generals secretly amazed.

This may be the difference between a genius and an ordinary genius!

"After sending orders, after completely occupying Yingdu, send troops to Donghuang City and capture six major sects!"

Qin Wudao was not aware of the generals' thoughts. He just wanted to get more sign-in rewards and improve his strength.

"Abide by the order!"

When the six major sects were mentioned, a strong murderous aura flashed across everyone's body.

"Destroy!"

In the Great Jin Empire, Jia Xu waved his feather fan lightly, the sky and the earth were dark, and a green tornado appeared in the void, tearing the void, and all the people and things they came into contact with were destroyed.

The sword river collapsed, and the three ancestors of the Great Jin Dynasty were swept into a tornado, their bodies were flying uncontrollably. After persisting for a while, they were torn into millions of pieces.

The blood mist dyed the tornado red.

"Kill kill~"

In the capital, the sound of killing was heard, and the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty shuttled across the city walls and killed enemies.

The Jin army's resistance became weaker and weaker until it disappeared completely.

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

The setting sun is like blood!

Scars all over the ground!

The Qin army stood by the abyss and personally pushed the Great Jin Empire to death.

The Great Qi Empire, Ren Xiao, covered in blood, passed through the Bronze City Cave, and was like a messenger of the God of Death, descending to the earth with killing.

In the city, a soldier of Daqi stared wide, revealing his fear and fear.

"kill!"

Ren Xiao grinned, revealing his snow-white teeth, forming a cold light that made the hearts of countless soldiers in the Great Qi sink to the bottom of the valley and throw down their weapons to escape.

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

Corpse, broken limbs, blood

Hate, death, cruelty

This is the tone of war and the inevitable result of the process of the times.

In the world of warriors, there is no peace, only endless struggle, battle, and killing!

Dayan Imperial City!

The Golden Palace, which governs the territory of thousands of miles and is the highest authority of the country, is closed at this time.

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

Simacuo opened the door and stood at the door.

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

Twenty tables and chairs were placed on both sides of the hall. On each chair, a courtier sat, and a teapot was placed in the table in front of him, which contained pitch-black poison.

When the country perishes, the king and his ministers are buried with the country at the same time.

"Block down the Golden Palace to warn future generations!"

Simacuo bowed slightly and ordered in a deep voice that he decided to return to the imperial capital to report the situation of the Yandu Golden Palace and warn the Qin ministers.

Learn from the lessons of the deceased and strengthen the national prestige of tomorrow.

The Great Zhao Empire!

There are dozens of guillotines placed in the wide palace square. Behind all the guillotines, dense figures kneeling, looking depressed and looking as if dead.

They are all royal families, nobles, powerful people, and clans of the Great Zhao Empire.

But now they are all prisoners!

"cut!"

Montaigne stood on the platform with a cold expression and waved the flag of the Qin Empire.

Rows of Qin soldiers pressed the prisoners to the guillotine, waved the guillotine, and slashed them down with force.

Blood splatters!

Human heads rolled on the ground.

A few days ago, they were waving Fang Qiu in the palace and giving instructions on the country, but now they are separated by yin and yang and die at the hands of ordinary soldiers.

"cut!"

"cut!"

"cut"

Montaigne is like an indefatigable machine, repeating the word "kill" over and over again, blood flowing, and the aura wind blowing, dimming the time.
Chapter completed!