Chapter 2135 (2/2)

Looking at it, Qin Xuan moves his Wuling sword again and starts again to chop Hunyuan.

Jian mang collides with the gate of heaven, boom! The whole mountain range is crumbling. Cracks are spreading in all directions. Some semi holy creatures, even holy corpses, are startled and come here. There are more roars in the surrounding world.

Qin Xuan and Quan Ming both feel it. They seem to have understood that they must make a quick decision. Otherwise, when those holy corpses and semi holy creatures come, no matter who wins or loses, they will run away in confusion, or even accidentally, they will be killed in the ninth mountain of meteorite saint.

The vast sword and the magic power collide and compete with each other.

After all, those who were invincible in ancient times before the fourth frontier of Hunyuan Dynasty were not as good as semi saints. Even saints wanted to suppress them.

There is a touch of shock in the eyes of Quan Ming's son. It seems that Qin Xuan can compete with his holy Dharma.

”Who are you in the end? I should know as much as I can when you can be my enemy in the southern region.”

”You are not a nobody who can stand up to me with your help.”

The Holy Son of Quanming's hand was shocked. He saw that the sanzhang holy soldier, the spring gate of Jiuqu Town, had shrunk to the size of a slap. In a moment, he killed Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan looked at it, his wrist trembled, and the holy sword burst out to meet the holy soldier.

The collision between the two holy soldiers was almost like the collapse of heaven and earth. The clouds and fog around them were broken. The cracks on the mountains spread like dragons in all directions.

Qin Xuan behind, five elements Xuan Yi a shock, he directly to the spring to kill the son.

The fourth realm of Hunyuan can be called an invincible one. His actual strength is honed in the era of his life and death.

In his eyes, there was a sense of terror, and the fog of death gathered to him.

”Jinxian, no matter how evil you are, you can't beat me here!””The son is the descendant of the sage of the underworld. The spirit of the sage here is dead. It's helpful to me.”

The Holy Son of the spring and the dark gave a low roar. The Holy Spirit was involved in his body. It seemed that his body was covered with a thick layer of armor. The armor was gray and black, and the breath of terror almost annihilated everything.

If in the outside world, the son of spring and hell stands in the place where plants and flowers bloom, all things will wither and be eroded by the dead Qi.

Qin Xuan hands a shock, avalanche immortal hand and this Quan Ming Sheng son double fists collide together.

Two people in the sky like a real dragon hard shake, a road of terrible ripples like a knife, tearing the West.

Until, the two people all retreat, spring and hell son, this moment is full of uncertainty.

Above, Qin Xuan cut Hunyuan sword, and the spring Ming Luo Tian Men completely broken.

After all, the Holy Son of Quan Ming stopped holding his hand immediately, and the Ming Yuan in his body was condensed in his palm, including his dead armor.

”Death

Another giant gate appeared in the hands of the son of Quanming. It was the same as the gate of Luotian before. However, its power was terrifying several times. This blow was faintly comparable to the power of the sage.

Before it was near, cracks appeared in the surrounding space.

Qin Xuan looked at this terrible magic power, eyes as old, indifferent to the extreme, no joy no sorrow.

”Quanming luotianmen is just a magic power created by Quanming sage's understanding of Jiuyou family's magic power!”

Qin Xuan looked at the terrible gate indifferently and said: ”in the past, when I killed your father, the sage of Quanming, your father was still proud of it. Who knows? He is not good at learning. It's just ridiculous!”

Qin Xuan hands in the coagulation Jue, its body, 8000 Zhang Long immortal yuan, at this moment, almost turned into the power of the nether world.

Not only that, the gray fog around him converged to Qin Xuan's palm.

In the palm of his hand, a purple black door appeared. The door was only the size of a palm, but it had nine weights.

Each weight represents a kind of spirit.