Chapter 713: But you're a joke (seeking a monthly pass)

boom!
Qin Yan'er's body fell onto the beach, and the blood spread and stained with a large amount of blood.
Even though she was severely wounded, her eyes could not hide her anger, even more incredible.
After practicing Taishang Baojing, Qin Yan'er knew very well that his strength was more than twice as powerful as before? Now, she can't stop even a single move, and the Pope of Bright condenses the twelve great swords of the Old Testament?
Qin Yaner's lips swallowed the word impossible.
In the sea, Qin Xuan stood still, but the black anaconda was terrified.
With just one move, the woman who was ten times stronger than it was defeated.
A pair of eyes reflected the old man floating in the air, full of horror.
It was Qin Xuan, his expression still calm.
The strength of the old man was already equivalent to the top grade of Jin Dan, and was even stronger than Miaohua. Now, the old man has swallowed the lives and strength of thousands of people. At this moment, the strength of the old man is the Demon Sea. Among them, the old tree of the of transformation cannot be matched.
A cultivator comparable to the realm of transformation!
Qin Xuan glanced at Qin Yan'er, and slowly spit out the words, "Stupid!"
Qin Yan'er turned his head and stared at Qin Xuan's eyes, shocked in his heart.
"A few ants will easily irritate you, not to mention the anger, or the face of desperation, loss of reason, and death?" Qin Xuan's words sounded indifferently, making Qin Yaner's face paler.
She has indeed lost her sanity, but how can she maintain her sanity?
Thousands of people!
In her eyes, they were all people who believed in light and kindness, but they were all slaughtered by the butcher known as the Pope of Light.
Qin Xuan no longer paid attention to Qin Yan'er. With this injury, Qin Yan'er could not die.
A little lesson is worth it if Qin Yan'er can understand it.
His gaze fell on the Guangming Pope. It was not that Qin Xuan didn't have the slightest anger in his heart. His immortal heart was forever, but it didn't mean that he was truly indifferent, unkind, and a humble dog with all things, but Qin Changqing, after all Being a human being is not the ruthless way.
It's just that Qin Xuan has seen too many lives and deaths, it is the horror of genocide, and the tragic situation of bleeding for thousands of miles, he has also seen it.
Seeing more, getting used to it, and knowing better what about anger? The dead are gone, irreversible reincarnation.
Qin Xuan's eyes were faintly cold, he could do it, but sent the executioner to hell.
Is the Pope of Light?
"An ant! Hahaha, what an ant!" As Qin Xuan's eyes turned, the old man was already laughing wantonly. As the Pope of Light, once the world's first strong man, he was in awe of the world. Now, he is actually called Is it an ant?
The old man felt so funny, extremely funny.
The Holy See of Light, passed down for thousands of years, has more than ten world-destroying powerhouses, but in the eyes of the young man, he is only broken and left alone.
The old man laughed louder and louder, shaking the sky, and the terrifying power in his body was even more agitated, causing the surrounding air waves to roll and continue in all directions.
"Qingdi!"
Suddenly, the old man's laughter stopped. At this moment, his eyes almost filled with endless blood evil resentment.
As if the river stopped suddenly, the contrast was extremely sharp.
The old man's pupils were full of resentment and murder, and the strength he was experiencing broke out at this moment.
"Number one in the world, one person against the country, fighting against nuclear weapons..." The old man's voice squeezed out from between his teeth, and the blue veins bulged in the palm of his hand holding the scarlet scepter, and his body was even more faint.
"What a big name!" The old man's eyes narrowed, and endless murderous intent was revealed in the tiny gap. "Arrogant, stupid criminal, call me an ant?"
"You really think you can be invincible in the world!"
"Do you really think you can beat me!?"
"Hahaha, a joke!"
"You are just an ant, a humble ant under the light. You look up at the sky, and you see the light in your eyes. How can you be my enemy, how can you dare to be so rampant!?"
The old man raised his scepter, his voice filled the sky like a god.
In his scepter, a blood beam shot straight into the sky.
Afterwards, a huge statue of God appeared in the world, and the eight blood wings spread out, just like the of light in the country of America.
It's just that the eyes of the of light are full of blood, and on the body and wings, there are lines like demon blood, as if it is flowing slowly.
This of light is not only holy, but more like a demon in hell, a fallen angel.
Not only that, this blood-colored light is twice as powerful as the light that Qin Xuan faced in the United States in the past. There is no so-called will on it, but the will of the light pope himself.
The huge five-star magic array dissipated in the void, and the bright stood proudly on the island, in the sky and the earth.
Bright Holy See forbidden!
Only one person can easily perform, not only that, it is more powerful than before.
Qin Xuan watched this scene, his expression never changed from beginning to end.
He was not even irritated by the words of the Pope of Light, his eyes were as calm as still water, and he stood with his hands on the black anaconda, calmly, facing the terrifying God of Light, he seemed to be dancing with a hand. Like the jumping clown.
"What? Because you are the number one in the world, are you too scared to say anything now?"
"Hahaha, Qingdi! A joke, you are also worthy of being No. 1 in the world? Even if you dare to go against the light?"
The old man laughed wantonly. Accompanied by his laughter, the light like Ruoheng ancient giant was also laughing, as if the of light was him and he was the of light.
Qin Xuan looked at the old man faintly, and finally said aloud.
"It's not that I don't speak, but when faced with a lifeless ant, I don't even bother to speak!"
Qin Xuan stood quietly on top of the black anaconda, and his voice came out slowly, resounding in this world.
"Why is the sky annoying mote?"
"Tu Zeng Xiaoer!"
Qin Xuan smiled faintly, but this smile seemed to be a great irony, making the Bright Pope completely sluggish.
Immediately, he was angry, "Give me to die!"
The old man roared, he didn't want to talk anymore, a dying person was so arrogant before he died.
Along with the roar, the of light, who is standing in the heavens and the earth, rushed out of the scepter of terrifying power. Wherever the light passes, everything has been annihilated, and the sea seems to sink before it approaches. Thousands of meters.
boom!
In an instant, the light completely submerged Qin Xuan.
Just as the old man smiled, the light shuddered slightly, and a figure walked out of the light.
The Eight Desolate Battle Patterns pervaded Qin Xuan's body, flashing slightly.
He walked out of the rays of light, and the surrounding rays of light dispersed in the majestic blood.
As if the river was surging in the mountains, let him flood the sky, and I would stand still.
Qin Xuan glanced at the Bright Pope faintly, then glanced at the black anaconda who was walking away from the sea, picking up Qin Yaner's black anaconda, and smiling faintly.
"The fury of the dust, the power of the dust!"
"But a joke!"