Chapter 1245 (1/2)

Behind him, Zhao Xunxian already disappeared and was attributed to Yuxi.

Even, Bai Li did not look at Qin Xuan, his heart only escaped, fled to the place where he had feared to escape, and now he is the last life-saving straw.

Baixiu looked up, she looked at Qin Xuan, pupils and micro-shocks.

She has a heart of peace, can pass the hearts of others, but in Qin Xuan, she can not feel anything.

As if this person, my heart is blank.

She has never met, and her heart is empty, but this is empty, but it is extremely powerful.

“Not good, the two people have to escape!” There is a king to start to talk, they look at Qin Xuan, eyes are taboo, but more urgent.

Two shadows, went to the seventeen heavens to punish the immortals.

Qin Xuan looked at the two shadows quietly, without mercy, turned his head slightly and looked at the twenty or so kings.

“Roll, otherwise, buried here!”

Qin Xuan’s words were calm, and the faces of the twenty-six princes suddenly changed.

“What do you say?” There was a brow in the eye, and the eyes were filled with anger.

Not to mention that they don’t know Qin Xuan, even if they know each other, Qin Xuan is now temperament, appearance is more extraordinary, and it is not easy to recognize it at a glance.

Finally, someone couldn’t help but make a move.

“Get out, these two people are the people who ordered the arrest of the Luohe son. You have to make your own mistakes!” There is a king who starts to talk, he screams, pinches Seal Arts in his hand, and sees a flying sword, six Magical Treasure, which came to Qin Xuan.

Among the Cultivation World, the treasure of the sword is the most common and the most blood-stained.

The rest of the people moved too. They knew very well that if they lost the two people and let the Bailey Senior Brothers escape to Forbidden Ground, they would end up.

Flying sword is on the way, close at hand.

Wēng!

Suddenly, the more than twenty people who wanted to leave were stunned. They looked at Qin Xuan and looked at Qin Xuan’s two fingers in front of him, as well as the six-flying sword that was slightly trembled.

Just a both hands, it blocked the six-character Magical Treasure.

There was a sudden change in the face of Jun, and he dared not move again.

Qin Xuan glanced at the red face and continued to sacrifice the flying sword.

“螭河?” Qin Xuan’s eyes are as light as water. “This name, I have never heard of it.”

“But since make a move, leave it!”

The sound is falling, Qin Xuan’s fingers are slowly flipping, as if the flying sword is like an unowned thing. If the owner of the flying sword, the Void Return Middle Grade is how to sacrifice, it is difficult to control the flying sword. slightest.

Hey!

Later, Qin Xuan shook his wrist, and the flying sword belonging to others now seems to be a sharp knife in his hand.

Instant reentry, combined with the attack, is almost twice as fast.

“You…wow!”

I saw that the king, finally can not withstand the power of the counter-attack, forcibly spurting a blood, the body of the body really flows.

Hōng!

Flying sword into the body of the real thing, such as 斩Mountain.

I saw the word tip mad trembling until the body of the body had a crack.

When the body is broken, the flying sword is already closed.

Not waiting for the road to show his fortune, a finger pointing to the man, it fell on the flying sword.

Flying sword The throat is like a fly.

However, in the blink of an eye, a monarch is completely annihilated.

Between Heaven and Earth, suddenly became a dead silence.

The more than 20 Taoist monks looked at Qin Xuan and looked at the fallen Daojun, a chill that spread from their hearts to the whole body.

“What the hell are you?”

“Who is this person, how can it be terrifying?”

“Wu’an Daoyou is Void Return Middle Grade, and he is actually killed by his Magical Treasure!”

The spread of fear, all the kings, no longer dare to step on the Half-Step.

“Dead, or, roll!” Qin Xuan spit four words and held his hand.

Killing that Daojun, as if to crush an ants, this kind of demeanor is even more shocking.

“This Senior, I am also ordered to come, do you really want to stop?” There is a king who starts to talk, swallows a mouthful of water, looking at Qin Xuan.

“Yes, we are under the son of Luohe, the Taoist insisted on blocking, not afraid of suffering?” There is a cold voice, trying to press Qin Xuan with the people behind him.

Luohe?