Chapter 827 (2/2)

A little step, Qin Xuan will be ready to retreat if Jinpeng, the body is negative.

“Nascent Soul!”

Qin Xuan takes a deep breath, but he has never refining his body, but with only one palm wrapped by Nascent Soul, he almost Crushing his Eternal Evergreen Body.

The difference between the realms is so great.

If you say, Golden Core Realm Magic Force If the river, Spirit Transformation Realm Magic Force, if the glaciers, then Nascent Soul, Magic Force is almost like genuine.

Even though Qin Xuan within the body has 3,000 inches of Dan and three thousand rivers and rivers, the strength of Nascent Soul is comparable to that of a knife. It can break a river, even if it is three thousand rivers, it is difficult to block its edge.

The qualitative change gap is too large, and the non-quantity can make up for it.

Seeing Qin Xuan retreating, Yu Qing was not in a hurry, and there was a cat-like banter in his eyes.

“I want to see, how can you?”

“Escape?”

“A fight to death?”

Yan Qing sneered, and the pupil was indifferent. “I don’t know, the moment you kill the vine, your result is ready!”

“dead end one!”

“You say that Teng He has broken his life, trivial children, who still knows who is going to break the road!?”

Qin Xuan is determined by the air, his arms are slightly stunned, but the pain is still unrecognizable.

His pupil light is light, looking at the clear.

“dead end one?”

“There were too many people like you, saying that I have a dead end!”

Qin Xuan smiled. “Where, the existence is hundreds of millions more powerful than you, and finally I was step destroy in under the foot.”

“Not to mention the cultivator of your Initial Entry Nascent Soul, say my dead end…”

He was slightly paused in the slightly paused, pupil light.

“Not qualified enough!”

The sound is falling, and the face is even colder.

“raving words, self-destructive people, I have to see, how can you get a life force at this dead end!”

Primordial Spirit rays of light, condense at this moment, azure glow to cover the sky.

Within three kilometers, the Primordial Spirit has fallen, even though it is Qin Xuan’s body. At this moment, there is a sign of a trace of pressure.

In Qin Xuan’s eyes, the rainbow is brightly lit, the red bird comes up, and a pair of small Suzaku flies out from the pupil of Qin Xuan.

Suzaku!

In Qin Xuan’s mind, Divine Ability is more than a million, but he has chosen Suzaku.

With a pair of red birds going out, Qin Xuan’s body is even more faintly trembled, with the body of the three thousand gold leaves, at this moment almost burning, the flames are burning.

Qin Xuan slowly explored the action arm. In his hand, there was a golden bow condense in his hand. Divine Ability seemed to be condense by countless gold fires, burning the void.

He within the body three thousand nine inches Dan, seven hundred and twenty gold leaves, almost ignited at this moment.

Gold Leaf Spirit Transformation Bow, Golden Core.

“The world’s beings, Human Race claims to have three Dan, the god of Sea of ​​Consciousness, the essence of the heart of Zhongdan, the Dantian spirit of the next!”

“Three Dan is flammable, it is a real fire, it is five lines, and everything is burning!”

Holding the gold Fire God Palace, the two red birds were turned into flames at this moment, such as the arrows, falling in the palm of Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan light smile, indifferently looking at the slightly constricted pupil.

“However, with your Nascent Soul, it doesn’t deserve me to burn Sea of ​​Consciousness.”

“I am burning with the body, and it’s a real fire.”

In the midst of it, Qin Xuan pulled the bow full moon, such as wearing a wild and eight.

In this golden fire bow, Zhu Zhuo’s arrow, the sound is out.

“Break your Primordial Spirit!”