The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

That purple-haired boy, is the arrogance of the human race?

Meng Yan, the elder of the fox clan, felt like he was in a dream. He didn't expect to take in a human being, and it turned out to be a genius among the human race!

It seems that life can be changed!He thought so!

"If you and I are destined to die today, then, I will...!"

"Fate against the sky~!"

With the four words out, Qin Xuan's words aroused the resonance of the purple energy in his body, and the purple energy glowing with rays of light covered Qin Xuan's body, and more of it converged towards Qin Xuan's fingertips.

"Yan~!"

The purple awns on the fingertips resonated with the jade pendant of Gu Tianshu on Qin Xuan's waist, and gradually transformed into a purple long sword with a real dragon entwined on the blade of the long sword.

The hilt of the sword shows the tendency of a blue dragon to spit pearls.

The top of Qin Xuan's head is faintly formed with a crown facing the sky, which hides Qin Xuan's face and makes it difficult to see it!

"So, you have to die~!"

Moving three steps, Qin Xuan appeared in front of a black-robed monk in the realm of Taoism.

Looking at the doubtful look in the black-robed monk's eyes, Qin Xuan indifferently pulled out the Purple Dragon Sword in his hand from his heart.

"Your speed is too slow~!"

"Papa~!"

A drop of red blood fell from the tip of the Purple Dragon Sword, which seemed to echo the existence in the dark, and the crown facing the sky above Qin Xuan's head became clearer.

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Chapter [-] Identity Disclosure

"What are you still doing, kill me, life or death~!"

In the blink of an eye, another subordinate was killed by Qin Xuan. Although it was only a Taoist realm, the death of one was a loss to their Blood Raven family.

The blood crow and the black-robed man himself are living in front of him, and he must not let Qin ~ Xuan continue to kill.

Otherwise, when its momentum is accumulated to the peak through killing, even if he solves this human race with the cultivation of the dragon realm, it will be more difficult.

The vertebrae dragon surging, the blood crow black robe man's momentum is more powerful.

Transform into dragon, transform into dragon!

At this time, the blood crow black-robed man has already revealed an aura that is different from his own blood crow clan.

"Kah~ka~kaka!"

Its spine is like a big dragon flicking its tail, and the frightening eyes flicker.

The blood crow fluttered its wings, and the sound of a sonorous collision sounded.

Sparks bloomed, illuminating the space in which it was located.

His eyes had turned blood red.

He used his claws to clamp the sword Qin Xuan swung at his subordinates, but the next moment, it turned into disbelief.

The purple sword glow throbbed, and the black light on the claws of the blood crow and black robe circulated.

After a short stalemate, Jianmang devoured the black light vigorously.

"Chichi~~!"

The sound of burning scales came, and Jianmang was about to cut off his claws.

"How...how is it possible, the sword light of the four-pole realm can actually hurt me~!"

Looking at the scaled armor rolled up on the black claws, the blood crow and the black robed man couldn't hide his shock. He wounded the dragon with four poles. This is something no one can do!

What's more, its sharp claws are the sharpest parts of their blood crow clan, and they have been condensed continuously since the beginning of their cultivation, and they are almost comparable to ordinary attacking instruments.

"More than hurting you, I'm going to kill you~!"

At the moment when the blood crow black robed man was beheaded and forced to retreat, Qin Xuan tapped his toes, and he was already moving towards the black robed man who escaped by luck just now.

Ruined the past.

The blade formed by Zimang, with a sonic boom in the air, directly chopped the frightened black-robed man in half.

"You can't save the person I want to kill~!"

Qin Xuan directly killed the subordinates of the man in black robe.

A group of people in black robes who cultivated in the realm of the Taoist Palace were not Qin Xuan's opponents at all.

Except for a few who could quickly react to Qin Xuan, most of them fell directly under Qin Xuan's sword.

One corpse, two corpses, three corpses...

The sound of thumping and falling to the ground was endless, and every time it sounded, the people guarded by the golden lotus platform silently remembered it.

When the tenth corpse fell to the ground, there was no one standing beside Qin Xuan except the man in blood crow and black robe.

Twelve corpses fell at Qin Xuan's feet. Qin Xuan was like a world emperor holding a king's sword on the battlefield. The blood-stained purple dragon sword was dripping with blood.