Chapter 2392 (1/2)

Long chant jump heaven and earth, into the holy ear.

Heaven corpse sage, the knife in his hand is tiny, he looks sideways.

From the blood desert, the wind and cloud are as quiet as silence. In his eyes, he is dressed in white, his hair is like night, and his eyes are like water.

There is also a girl, red clothes down, laughing and chanting.

In the eyes of the heavenly corpse sage, he was indifferent? Someone else has to die? ”

”These two little guys seem to be extraordinary.”

However, he did not show mercy at all. He looked at Qin Xuan and Qin Hongyi, but the knife in his hand slowly fell to the center of Dou Zhan's eyebrows.

The next moment, the face of the celestial corpse Saint changed slightly.

Around his body, there were cracks.

When the celestial corpse Saint reflected again, his eyes were full of gloom.

In front of it, the fighting has disappeared.

Not only that, but also the dead silk in front of him had already broken.

Qin Xuan, if the original place does not move, this lets the day corpse Saint eye more gloomy.

”In the realm of time, are you the inheritor of the Immortal Emperor mountain in this era?”

”Some meaning, Hunyuan realm of years, can trap me for a moment, enough to say proud!”

The voice of the heavenly corpse sage is deep, and he is saved in front of him by a mere Hun yuan, which is the biggest shame for him.

However, the heaven corpse saint has not moved this real anger.

Even so, so what? Several Hunyuan creatures, in his eyes, are still too small and weak.

In the distance, Qin Xuan looked at the fight, ”I haven't seen you for a long time. If I can save your life, it's a gift to meet you!”

Dou Zhan, under the nourishment of immortal yuan, slowly opens his eyes.

His bloodless lips moved, but there was no sound.

However, Qin Xuan, as if to hear the general, ”one day, you come to the central region to thank me, I just come to the western region to get some things, by the way, cut a few saints.”

”Red, take care of this guy!”

Qin Hongyi takes the fight from Qin Xuan with a smile. She holds the collar of the fight.

”Good brother Changqing!”

Xianyuan vacates, outlines the array, and continuously falls into the array, bathes his body.

I didn't say much about the fight. I sat slowly in the middle of it.

In the distance, the corpse Saint looked at Qin Xuan. In the gloomy eyes of the dragon and Phoenix, there was a touch of murder.

He's just a Hun yuan. He thinks he's nothing.

Boom!

Faint holy power, then swept to Qin Xuan and Qin Hongyi.

This holy power is not near, then in Qin Xuan body by ten Zhang outside, quietly diffuse.

The heaven corpse Saint looks at it, and its dragon and Phoenix eyes are shocked.

In a flash, the space of heaven and earth is like a whirlpool, endless dead air gathering, as if Qin Xuan three people are shrouded in.

Qin Xuan is not set or not a smile, its foot slightly a step.

From his waist, the holy sword of Wuling has emerged, and this sword sweeps over the vortex of death.

Boom!

It seems that some kind of passage is cut. In a moment, the dead air whirlpool will burst like the stars, and the endless dead air will spread in all directions like a tidal sea.

Until this moment, the eyes of the celestial corpse Saint just slightly.

Its brow, slowly lock up, look to where Qin Xuan is.

”There are some skills, mole ants, but do you think that you can stop this saint?”

There is a vast voice in the body of the heavenly corpse saint. He looks at Qin Xuan, and his body is surrounded by endless dead Qi.

The next moment, around his body, a wisp of dead silk would flow to Qin Xuan.