Chapter 1502: What I said in the past (three shifts)

After that word fell, Qin Xuan's figure had completely disappeared.
The white clothes flashed in front of a demon king, facing the demon king's ten thousand zhang demon body, Qin Xuan just cut out a sword.
Everything is one!
With one sword, this demon king was divided into two like a mustache.
At Qin Xuan's waist, Bengqin had prepared for it, and Xuanguang Zhanlong Gourd took him into it.
"Be careful!"
The Demon King shouted angrily, and the sound of shock rang out.
Around Qin Xuan, the number of Great Demon Kings burst out instantly.
The strength of the human race in front of him is too terrifying, a single sword can slay the Demon King Hedao.
Is it possible that he will not become the supreme?
"The high-grade Dao Ze, no, kendo has four levels, sword robbery... plus several high-grade Dao powers, no, dozens of them!"
The demon sovereign spoke, it was the white ling peacock, and the peacock eyes were incredible.
This is its destiny and supernatural power, which can spy on the origin of Dao, but in Qin Xuan's sword light, the eyes of the white Ling Peacock are actually oozing blood.
There are too many Taoisms, it is simply difficult to observe, it is beyond the ability of its supernatural powers to bear.
"Human race, you think you can do anything recklessly!"
Fusang Yaozun yelled even more. It spit out Golden Crow Immortal Fire again, and in an instant, a beam of Hengyang rushed towards Qin Xuan.
After Qin Xuan was suffering, the holy mountain slowly emerged from the beginning, swallowing all the golden crow sun fire of the Fusang Demon Venerable.
At the same time, above Di Yue, the candle dragon screamed up to the sky.
The voice of the dragon's chants, like the heaven and the earth, even the candle dragon heavenly python, even felt the suppression of the blood, and for a while, he forgot to attack.
Qin Xuan slowly probed his hand, and with a single tap, the temperature around thousands of miles fell to the extreme.
From the mouth of the candle dragon, a ray of flame spewed out.
Too early torch!
Even though Qin Xuan is only the top grade of returning to the void, his grade is already comparable to the power of a half immortal way.
This ray of flame even dimmed the candle dragon's light, and Shengyue lost all its glory from the beginning.
Even before the Fusang Demon Sovereign could react, he was hit by this flame.
In an instant, the body of Fusang Demon Venerable ignited a great fire.
Many demon kings thought that Fusang Demon Venerable was using supernatural powers, and his eyes showed joy. The next moment, Fusang Demon Venerable's wailing made all the Demon Kings, and even the demon Venerable, stunned.
In the great fire, the Fusang Demon Venerable, the pure-blooded three-legged Golden Crow, and the Mahayana Demon Venerable in charge of the Golden Crow Yangyan and the Immortal Fire, are now like a bird in the fire, hissing in pain, shaking his wings, and struggling.
Qin Xuan stepped on it again, and the figure had disappeared.
He appeared in front of the Demon King again, and all the ways were cut out.
With the sword out, the demon king fell!
After the corpse entered the gourd, Qin Xuan's figure had disappeared.
It was just a few breaths of time, and there were already seven demon kings who died under Qin Xuan's sword.
Nearly a breath of time, Qin Xuan killed one or two demon kings at the pinnacle of Hedao.
This scene made the kings foolish, and even the ancient gods and true gods of the monster blood, Ruuo, were in a dream.
In their eyes, the demon gods outside the heavens that can rival them, even, they are invincible, in front of the demon master Qin Xuan, they are like grass.
Even cutting grass and mustard may not be so easy.
"This is the strength of that demon master!?"
The white prisoner couldn't help but muttered. He seemed to finally understand why Jutian and Hanye would respect Qin Xuan as gods.
Why, Ye Leopard, can hold nearly a billion creatures here and be stable for ten years.
Why, this demon master, the demon who faces the world, dares to be so arrogant.
Not to mention the white prisoners, the rest of the monster blood powerhouses are even more miraculous at this moment.
But in that battlefield, the killing never stopped.
The dragon blood mad lion rushed out from the depths of the earth, roaring, "What are you guys doing? Is it possible to let this human race wantonly slaughter the Demon King!?"
It was so angry that it was severely injured by Qin Xuan's human race. Now, this white-clothed human race is so rampant and arrogant, the other four pure blood demon lords have not stopped it?
Suddenly, his gaze was startled, he saw the Fusang Demon Venerable who was burnt to the scorched Ling Yu by the Holy Fire of the Beginning.
Looking at the candle dragon heavenly python that was suppressed by the candle dragon bloodline, he hit the white ling peacock with bleeding pupils.
and also……
The branches and leaves of the Phoenix Blood Wood Demon that are comparable to the fourth-grade treasures are constantly being extinguished by the wisps of purple air...
They didn't make a move, but they had already acted, and the white-clothed human race was still killing like no one.
In the midst of the dragon blood mad lion stunned, under Qin Xuan's sword, three more demon kings died.
However, Qin Xuan also stopped slightly.
Countless red branches and leaves infested like phoenix blood penetrated through thousands of spears, protruding from the void.
Qin Xuan suffered a slight shock from Ziyue Hongmeng, shattering all the branches and leaves.
There were still twenty-one demon kings present, and Qin Xuan had cut out nearly fourteen swords and ten thousand ways.
The mana in the body has already been drawn for nine points, and the remaining power is almost only three swords.
Qin Xuan slowly put away the Eternal Sword, he looked at those panic-stricken, a demon with a body of thousands of feet and a demon king, and looked at his eight-foot body like a demon-like eyes, Ziyue Hongmeng, for an instant, he did not penetrate into his body. on.
At this moment, the golden patterns of the Bahuang combat body seemed to turn into a monster purple condensed by countless purple qi.
Qin Xuan's hair was even more exciting.
Without moving the body, the surrounding space has burst into pieces.
Immediately, a mountain appeared between Qin Xuan's eyebrows.
If you magnify this mountain hundreds of millions of times, you can see that above this mountain, there are endless ways, endless magical powers, endless fairy patterns...
Dao Yue Hun Yuan!
The three emperor mountains reappear in the world.
Qin Xuan stepped on his feet, and inside his body, if there was a sound of Huangming.
The great emperor of the fairyland Wanhuang, with supernatural powers in his childhood, will rise for nine days!
Qin Xuan's figure appeared in front of a demon king, his eyes were flat and he pointed a little.
In an instant, a silk thread passed over the demon king with thousands of feet.
In an instant, the Demon King, at this moment, seemed to have been cut innumerably, only a strand of silk thread slowly returned to Qin Xuan's hands.
Tianji Devil Emperor, the magical power created by his first entry into the immortal soil, Tiansi!
When a demon king died, Qin Xuan's figure had already disappeared. He had already appeared in front of another demon king.
Duantiansi flew past its demon body, cutting it into thousands.
Under the nine heavens, the reaction of the remaining twenty demon kings was like a toddler in Qin Xuan's eyes.
Hunyuan Daoyue gathers the ways and supernatural powers of many great emperors.
With only two types, Qin Xuan seemed invincible, and every time his figure disappeared, a demon king died.
Even in the eyes of those demon kings and ancient gods, it seemed as if nineteen Qin Xuan appeared at the same time, holding silk in their hands. After that, the demon king opposite Qin Xuan was cut into countless numbers, and the blood filled the sky.
The nineteen demon kings died, and time, in fact, was just a breath.
With a breath, kill the nineteen demon kings at the pinnacle of Hedao.
There was only one tiger demon left.
As the pupils of the five demon lords filled with horror, Bai Lao was even more untimely.
Nineteen afterimages, all broken, Qin Xuan stood quietly in front of Bai Lao.
He had a pair of eyes, indifferent and calm, looking at Bai Lao, who was inferior to the Fusang Demon King in Bai Tianxing.
Qin Xuan didn't do anything, he just glanced at Bai Lao lightly, and spoke slowly.
"This is what you used to take care of!?"
Qin Xuan turned slightly, facing the remaining five demon lords, and the Fusang demon lord who had been burned into heavy wounds under the sacred fire of the primordial beginning, and escaped with all his strength.
"It's just that!"