Chapter 1757: No one can compare

Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent, as he watched the two koating immortals fall.
Knocking on the four heavens, knocking on the triple heaven!
There are even more sorrowful cries of immortals, resounding in this star dome.
Qin Xuan never felt the slightest move. He wanted to kill others, benevolent as self-defeating.
"Mortal, I will kill you!"
"Junior Brother Yu!!"
The roar sounded like a storm.
Yin Tongxian's complexion changed suddenly, and suddenly, the thunder sound moved the world.
"Keep Ching Ming, you will die in anger!"
The four characters are like thunder, stirring in everyone's ears, and at the same time, the immortal spoon in his hand has been sacrificed.
There was no sadness or joy in Qin Xuan's eyes, and he had already moved his second sword, cutting out horizontally.
The nine golden gates are shattered!
The corner of Yin Tongxian's mouth was bleeding, and he suddenly spewed a mouthful of blood and fell into the spoon.
In an instant, a giant gate condensed in this world.
The edge of the eternal sword collided with this blood gate.
"Quick back!"
Yin Tongxian's voice was hoarse, and if he tried his best, blood would continue to flow from the corner of his mouth.
Above the blood gate, a ray of cracks emerged, spreading in all directions.
boom!
Along with the blood gate forced to retreat, the other four koating immortals recovered, retreated in grief and anger, a figure flying in blood.
Yin Tongxian was severely injured, and a sword mark appeared on his chest, almost slicing his fairy body, and the right arm was directly cut off, the blood of the fairy was like mercury.
"Brother!"
"Quickly stop this person!"
The expressions of the four of them all changed suddenly.
Only Yin Tongxian, like a mourning concubine, looked at the blood-stained white body.
Can't stop it!
Abandoned! ?
It turned out to be a proverb!
The horror of this mortal is beyond everyone's imagination.
The eighth rank of the Mortal Realm can actually kill the immortals!
At this moment, Yin Tongxian seemed to have seen reincarnation and swallowed everything.
The next moment, a roar resounded throughout the world.
Qin Xuan's eyebrows are like sun, shrouded in the entire star dome.
His Royal Highness Qingdi, the first magic cave, knock on the court fairy law!
Immortal Realm!
This is the art of illusion killing, intertwined with immortals, making people feel like being in an endless illusion.
Qin Xuan walked in this illusion, his voice calm.
"What about the immortal, nothing more than a pillow of yellow beams!"
"Feng Lei Xianmen, but a chess piece, the land of well frogs, but wants to stop me!"
There was no sarcasm in his eyes, but looking at these five immortals, he seemed to look at the ridiculous people in the world.
Immortal, mortal, demon, Tao, holy, and even emperor...
All of them had fallen at his feet, Qin Changqing, and several koating immortals were nothing more than ants to him.
Fenglei Xianyi shook, and Qin Xuan appeared in the illusion, as if he was in front of an immortal in endless killing.
The Eternal Sword passed by, and the immortal blood floated in the starry sky.
Qin Xuan's palm shook, the immortal roads were intertwined, and his arms were condensed into the majestic sky, suddenly shook the void, and the charming female fairy in the distance was directly annihilated into nothingness.
He seemed to be a great emperor, punishing immortals like ants.
The seven gods knocked the court immortal, in front of him, from the beginning to the end, he was not worthy of attention and moved.
Beginning with the arrival of these seven celestial beings, the outcome has been divided, and life and death have been determined.
Qin Xuan's gaze was indifferent, and he stepped on his feet with a sudden, the power of stepping on, like a cracking immortal road, shaking off the third immortal.
Until, the other two immortals have recovered.
There was a trace of clarity in Yin Tongxian's eyes, and he looked at the vast sky of stars and the three corpses floating in Qin Xuan's body.
He suddenly came back to his senses, the seven gods knocked on the court, the of wind and thunder, and now only he and the two gods beside him were left.
"Qingdi, what a Qingdi!"
At this moment, Yin Tongxian looked at Qin Xuan, if there was no joy or sorrow, his broken arm and sword marks were all hideous.
Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent, staring at the silver pupil immortal quietly.
The corner of Yin Tongxian's mouth suddenly picked up, as if he was laughing at himself endlessly.
From the beginning to the present, it has only been more than sixty breaths, and the seven gods knocked on the court, facing an eighth-grade mortal, but failed miserably.
How ridiculous and sad.
In front of Yin Tongxian, Immortal Key circulated, but before he turned back, a roar erupted among blood-stained lips and teeth.
"kill!"
He knew he was going to die, he knew that as an abandoned son, at this last moment, he burned out the immortal body without grief or complaint, and came out with the sacrifice of the immortal spoon.
It seemed like a blazing sun rushing towards Qin Xuan.
The eternal sword hummed loudly, the fairy light lingered, and the sword glowed into the sky.
Azure Emperor Sword, Zhan Luo!
One sword swept the celestial sun, one divided into two, the white clothes were as old, Qin Xuan's body was still faintly trembling.
Trillions of murders are still there, every moment, like a trillion creatures slashing souls.
Yin Tongxian stared at Qin Xuan, and in the end, he didn't even utter a word, burned the immortal body, turned into withered, and sat quietly in the starry sky.
At this point of the Seven Immortals, the six statues have been destroyed.
Time is just seventy breaths.
The last immortal woke up from the realm of the eternal demon, watching this scene, but the blue veins violently roared endlessly.
In this roar, there is sadness, anger, hatred, fear...
He looked at Qin Xuan, there was only one way to burn everything and kill Qin Xuan.
After the Eternal Sword, the immortal Dao shattered, slashing Luo with a sword, and eternal star dome.
The last immortal, died in this star dome.
Qin Xuan's palm shook, and the seven immortal artifacts and storage immortal treasures all fell into Qin Xuan's hands.
There are jade, gourd, ring, bag...
He shook his sleeve and put it in the sleeve.
After all, Xuanguang Slashing the Dragon Gourd is ordinary, and it is difficult to collect the fairy treasure.
He quietly looked at the celestial blood and the corpse in the starry sky, and with a glance, he withdrew his gaze.
The next moment, Fenglei Xianyi shook, and Qin Xuan disappeared into the star dome, leaving only the messy entire star dome.
...
The two great immortal Buddha masters seemed to be in the realm of fantasy at this moment.
The seven immortals knocked on the court and descended to the earth, but they died in the hands of the Qing Emperor alone.
The place where they are is as if dead still.
The rest of the seven supreme beings are trembling, panic, horrified, awe...
This is too unbelievable, the seven immortals descended to the earth, but died in the hands of a mortal.
This is the Azure Emperor! ?
Perhaps...this is just the Qing Emperor, a drop in the ocean, showing in their eyes.
Kill the wind and thunder, punish the sky, and punish the seven immortals!
Everything became more terrifying, even beyond their imagination.
Who knows, what an incredible thing this Qing emperor will do next time.
"The difference between the fairy and the common world, in front of this Qing emperor, seems to have become a joke!"
"In the world, there is such a person, waving his hand, shaking all the immortals!"
"Anyone will be buried in the Star Dome!"
The seven supreme beings can't help but speak, and everyone's face is filled with endless awe.
How could they believe it if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes! ?
Just put it in the realm of cultivation, and a few people can believe this rumor.
The two great immortal Buddha masters also gradually recovered, and they looked at each other.
"If the poor monk remembers it well, this Qing emperor's bone age is only 331 now!"
"Your Immortal Buddhist Temple records that the most arrogant person in ancient times was 331 years old..."
The Lord of the Pure Land looked at the Lord of the Xianzen Temple, and his voice was trembling.
"The pinnacle of Mahayana is the mighty power of the realm of comprehension, and it looks at the world, but it's not a single blow to face the immortal!"
The lord of the Xianchan Temple looked at the gradually broken Buddha mirror, as if every word was as thick as Buddha's soil and stars.
"Look at the past and the present!"
"No one can compete with..."
"Qingdi Bi!"