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Qin Rongxian stared at Lin Wan'er's face with wide open eyes, frowned and asked, "Is this the girl you like?"

Yuan Futu nodded, and Lin Wan'er was a little surprised when she heard her words. Although she hadn't had time to hear Yuan Futu's story about the turbid world, she guessed that something must have happened with this demon princess, otherwise she would have He will not pour out the whole Demon Gate to save him.

"you are pretty."

Before that, Qin Rongxian thought that she was the prettiest, at least everyone in the Demon Sect thought so, but now when she saw Lin Wan'er, she suddenly felt that she had lost her color a lot, even though her face was pale, with a hint of sadness. Morbid, but still looks so beautiful.

A gentle smile appeared on the corner of Lin Wan'er's mouth, she took her fleshy little hand and said, "You are beautiful too."

Qin Rongxian lowered her head, her pretty face flushed slightly.

However, at this moment, an extremely domineering coercion descended from the sky, as if Qin Chuan's foot was hard on the land of Kyushu, and everyone showed pain on their faces, kneeling on the ground as if their knees were broken Yes, even breathing became extremely difficult.

Yuan Futu sensed the unrivaled demon energy hidden in the coercion, and it was the first time he personally experienced the horror of returning to the realm of gods. Although Jian Twelve is powerful and holds the king sword with the power of real demons, this power is in his hands. There are always restrictions on the operation of the environment, because his golden core has not been refined, so it is difficult to scale it up. On the contrary, Qin Chuan can endlessly evolve monstrous demonic energy, and he has the upper hand right now.

Regret God Realm, the eighth level of disintegration of the demon, how powerful it is, you can see it immediately.

Jian Twelve's face is quite ugly, golden light is flowing around his body, which is mixed with chaotic and pure black lines, using these three kinds of power to forcibly open up a space in the roiling magic fire, but then As Qin Chuan stepped out, the golden light wall in front of him shook violently, tearing a crack.

Through this gap, one can clearly see Qin Chuan's icy face, his silver hair standing upside down, like a real demon descending into the world.

But at this moment, the Dharma statue behind him was torn apart like a torn piece of cloth, dissipated into the void, and ceased to exist.

"The dharma form is disillusioned, and the golden elixir is complete, this is Guishen!" Qin Chuan displayed his peak combat power, completely demonstrating the power of the Guishen realm, shattered the dharma form, refined the golden elixir, and only this is left With a nearly immortal body, every time he landed, it was like trampling on the boundless sky without resistance, walking towards Jian Twelve step by step.

Jian Twelve's body trembled involuntarily, and he suddenly felt that he was extremely small, as if he was no longer facing a person, but a demon.

A true demon capable of destroying heaven and earth!

"I have come this far, how can I stop here, no one can stop me!"

Pushed to the limit, Jian Twelve suddenly roared, and swung his sword straight ahead.

This sword intent swept over, covering the sky and covering the infinite space, naturally enveloping Qin Chuan in it.

Qin Chuan stopped suddenly, his flat brows were slightly frowned, and when he raised his head, he found that all the vitality of the world had become extremely silent, as if controlled by an invisible force, and began to evolve into golden sword glows, large and small, thousands of them Ten thousand, the thin ones are like the tip of a wheat awn, and the thick ones are almost like a pillar of the sky.

All the sword glows are pointing at him.

Wang Cannian's body was crushed like a shrimp, and he looked abnormally rickety. He stood up from the ground after exhausting his true energy, and used the power of Lingbao to protect the bodies of Xiaonan and Nangong Qiushui. He said in astonishment: "This..."Tianxuan Sword Art", everything is hidden!"

After Brave Sword, Wisdom Sword, Killing Sword, and Furious Sword, there is the fifth level of "Tianxuan Sword Art", called Wanwu Sword!

Everything can be hidden, and everything can be turned into a sword, even if it is a floating cloud, an invisible wind, or a torrential rain, as long as it is anything that exists in this world, it will become a sword with extreme power under this sword intent. Killer, its power is not inferior to the god-level spirit treasure.

There are more and more golden awns, more and more fine and dense, continuously emerging, and then continuously superimposed. In an instant, there is no slightest gap around Qin Chuan, which has long been covered by long or short golden awns. The meaning is hidden in it, and it is extremely powerful.

Qin Chuan stood silently and independently in the center, feeling the fierce sword intent coming from him, but his eyes became brighter, as if he hadn't experienced such a hearty battle for a long time, which made him inexplicably excited.

"kill!"

With a single command, sword lights shot out all over the sky at the same time, and under the extremely fast burst, the void was suddenly squeezed towards the inside, forming a distorted and blurred state.

boom!

These tens of millions of sword lights hit Qin Chuan's body fiercely, making a uniform and shocking sound. From a distance, it was like a scorching sun bursting with golden light hanging in the sky, releasing the The fierce sword intent shot out like circular air currents, crushing the clouds far away.

"I'm going to help the suzerain!" Xiao Zhansu was impulsive, seeing this situation, he couldn't help but want to rush forward.

Ziye Canglong stretched out his hands to hold his generous shoulders, and said in a deep voice: "If even the suzerain can't help, what's the use of you going?"

"But you can't just watch like this." Xiao Zhan gritted his teeth.

Mei Ling'er frowned slightly, and seemed to be a little uncomfortable being suppressed by this peak battle, and said softly: "Did you see that the suzerain lost, why are you so worried?"

When Xiao Zhan heard this, he suddenly raised his head, only to see that the scorching sun seemed to be expanding continuously, as if there was an extremely powerful force inside that was about to erupt.

In the blink of an eye, strands of black flames flowed out from within the golden light.

Jian Twelve still maintains the posture of swinging the sword, but cold sweat drips from his forehead, it seems that he is burning all the power remaining in his body crazily, and it is almost on the verge of exhaustion.

Boom!

An extremely deep fist mark appeared on the surface of the golden light.

Boom!

Another, deeper footprint appeared on the other side.

The ball of light formed by hundreds of millions of golden lights kept trembling, and in the blink of an eye, it was already covered with dense fist marks and footprints.

Until the end, the golden light in front of Jian Twelve's eyes completely exploded, turning into countless tiny fragments scattered in the air.

Qin Chuan walked out from the inside with steady steps, and the wind blew by, but the snow-white clothes on his body turned into dust and were blown away, exposing his steel-hard body.

The black lines on it flow like ancient talismans, containing endless mysteries.

Jian Twelve's hand holding Wang Jian was trembling. What he never expected was that his peak combat skills only destroyed a piece of clothes of the Heavenly Demon Sect Master.