Chapter 690

Fan Ye stares at Qin Xuan and frowns slightly. He suddenly feels that Qin Xuan is a little different from before, but he doesn't know what's the difference.

Qin Xuan's realm was still the third floor of the king of Yuan Dynasty. However, there was an indomitable temperament in his eyes, which was very frightening, and even he was shocked.

"I'll help you."

Fan Ye's face flashed a sharp color, and the smell of flame surged around him. Fan Ye, moved for the first time.

"Fan Ye finally moved. The battle is coming to an end." The look of the crowd could not help but freeze. It seems that Fan Ye is going to make a quick decision and won't give Qin Xuan a chance.

The great prince of the great Vatican Dynasty is by no means a false name. He is superb and powerful with the rules of fire. Even those arrogant in the void may not be able to find several people comparable to him.

"Boom!"

The loud noise sounded in the void. A figure bathed in the flame rushed out and glanced at the bottom. The hot eyes were like two rounds of hot sun, and the light penetrated everywhere.

"Die."

He drank angrily and violently, and then a terrible pressure fell on Qin Xuan's space. Qin Xuan looked slightly changed. Suddenly, there was a feeling of burning sun. It was like being in a sea of endless fire, and the real yuan in his body rolled and roared, as if it was about to boil.

However, the color of perseverance in his eyes did not decrease by a penny, and he whispered in his heart, "the star has changed!"

Xingxuan change is a magical power that Qin Xuan promoted to Queen yuan. He learned from the star Vientiane map. It can stimulate the power of the stars in the star Vientiane map and integrate it into the flesh and blood of the whole body. The power of the stars will also be attached to the magic attack. It is extremely powerful, but it has never been used.

The star Vientiane map was running wildly. Strands of pure and thick star light were integrated into Qin Xuan's blood and drove away all the hot gas. Qin Xuan seemed to have undergone great changes, and his eyes became extremely bright, as bright as stars, as if there were a vast expanse of stars.

"Huh? The power of the stars?" Fan Ye's eyes coagulated. Does this guy still have the power of stars?

Qin Xuan's eyes turned and fell on Fan Ye. Those eyes like stars revealed a touch of cold light. In his hand, Tianqi sword was raised and shouted angrily, "kill!"

The sword is bright, cold and extremely sharp. It wants to freeze everything and tear the sky.

Tianqi sword slashed down angrily, a sword light broke through the air and bloomed, and the terrible breath was oppressed. It was so powerful that it was suffocating. Many people turned pale and worked hard. The breath was so terrible. Is this the majesty of the imperial instrument?

The sword light ran through heaven and earth and directly crushed the flame. The momentum was still undiminished and went to Fan Ye.

Linglie's murderous spirit came to his face, with a strong wind blowing, which made Fan Ye's clothes hunting sound. However, his body was still standing still and his eyes were like a sword.

Although Fan Ye seems calm on the surface, he is not calm in his heart. Just now Qin Xuan's sword directly broke his authority. How did he do it?

Seeing this amazing scene, the crowd couldn't help being dumbfounded. Their eyes were dull and couldn't say a word.

A sword breaks the pressure of Fan Ye, and Qin Xuan, who is holding the imperial instrument, can release such power. His momentum is not weaker than that of Fan Ye.

Is it Qin Xuan's own reason or the imperial instrument in his hand?

But no matter what the reason is, one thing can be determined. Today's Qin Xuan has enough strength to compete with Fan Ye.

This war may not be so smooth, and there may be a turn for the better.

Huo Ze's eyes flashed a cold light. It's good to be able to release one tenth of the power of the imperial weapon in the realm of Qin Xuan's cultivation, but even then, he can't have such a terrible power.

Moreover, even he felt a threat from the sword light, which showed how terrible the sword was.

Only one possibility can make sense. The imperial weapon in Qin Xuan's hand is the best imperial weapon, because only the best imperial weapon can have such a terrible power.

The look in Qin Yi's eyes seemed to reveal that Qin Yi was peering into the wind, which meant that Qin Yi could not see through the wind.

"This guy has a big secret."

The most exciting thing at this time is Xuanyuan breaking the sky.

Until this moment, Xuanyuan really realized the evil of Qin Xuan. Qin Xuan just now seemed to incarnate into the emperor. He was so powerful and overbearing that even the strong in the eighth floor of the Yuan Dynasty could not be suppressed.

Qin Xuan didn't know that the sword had shocked so many people. At this time, there was only one idea in his mind to kill Fan Ye and avenge the sword.

He raised his head slightly. When he saw the killing intention in Qin Xuan's eyes, Fan Ye's pupils suddenly contracted.

His eyes, as if to be buried in the endless blood.

Even though he was much higher than Qin Xuan, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

If his eyes could kill, fan ye would have died thousands of times.

"Come again."

Qin Xuan rushes to Fan Ye again. His speed is as fast as lightning, his momentum is stronger, and his body method is dancing. There are residual shadows in the void, which flicker around Fan Ye. Each residual shadow reveals a strong breath, as if they were real bodies.

At this moment, Fan Ye felt that his whole body was locked by countless cold eyes. Rao was still shivering with his powerful state.

It is a shame that he should be forced by people with a low level.

"Out!" Fan Ye's palm beats out wildly, with endless flames flowing in the palm. One flame fingerprint beats away at the residual shadow, and the rumbling sound comes out, destroying the residual shadow around him.

"Wheel of sword." A cold voice came out of the void.

The wheel of the sword, the eighth move of Tianxuan nine swords, condenses the sword Qi into the wheel of the sword and strangles all attacks.

I saw a bright ray of the sword tearing the void and emitting a destructive atmosphere. The brilliance of the sword continued to evolve and finally turned into a huge wheel standing between heaven and earth, filled with extremely terrible sword meaning.

Tianxuan nine swords is a yuan skill given to Qin Xuan by shaolao. It has been practiced since the beginning of cultivation and has been practiced until now.

At that time, Qin Xuan thought it was just a low-level yuan Jue, but with the improvement of the realm, he felt more and more terrible about this yuan skill, which was no weaker than Tianjie yuan Jue.

"This sword technique is very mysterious. The avenue is very simple, which integrates the essence of kendo." Feng Qing looked at the wheel of the sword outside, and a rare flash of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Feng Qing is so proud and knowledgeable that he can praise it enough to see that Tianxuan nine swords are indeed extraordinary.

Fan Ye also saw the horror of the wheel of the sword, but he attributed it to Tianqi sword. He must seize it.

"You are the first person who can force me to this step with the three-tier realm of the king of yuan."

Fan Ye spoke faintly. His face suddenly became very calm and said, "but the gap still can't be erased. You will still die. I'll keep the imperial instrument in your hand."

"It depends on whether you have the ability to swallow it." Qin Xuan sneered.

"The scorching sun burns the sky."

A voice rang out in Fan Ye's heart, and then an incomparably dazzling light burst out in his body. The powerful momentum swept through the void, and the roaring sound kept ringing, and the space seemed to tremble.

The blazing sun emerged, as if the sun on the sky was setting, blazing and huge, and the light fell, making Fan Ye more dazzling.

Van Gogh has also used this magic power, but its power is as different as that of van goye at this time.

The crowd stared at the dazzling figure. Fan Ye's breath was so strong that he almost reached the ninth floor of the king of yuan.

Huoze looked still calm and didn't show much fluctuation.

If Fan Ye doesn't have such strength, he doesn't deserve to be the great prince of the great Vatican Dynasty, and he won't be famous in the holy wasteland city.

"Go." Qin Xuantian's weeping sword pointed at Fan Ye, and the wheel of the sword pushed forward. A suffocating sword spirit shrouded the void, and the terrible sword spirit hanged out and destroyed everything.

"Put it out!" Fan Ye also shouted angrily, pushing his hands forward. The hot sun roared towards the wheel of the sword like a meteor, bringing a hot wind and rubbing in the space Make a dazzling spark.

The same domineering attack, one is from the top of the eighth floor of the Yuan Dynasty The other one released by the people of the peak is the blooming of the people of the third floor of the king of yuan. Everyone is looking forward to it. Who will be stronger?

No matter what the result is, Qin Xuan has become famous in this battle. He is armed with an anti emperor weapon and challenges his opponent in five realms.

Even if you look at the whole demon wasteland, no one dares to try.

"Poop..."

The sharp sword Qi and the sun god awn crisscrossed in the void, and the violent sound kept ringing. I didn't know how many times they collided in a moment. I saw that the wheel of the sword kept moving forward, and the sword light kept blooming, trying to break through the heavy sun.

"Buzzing!"

At this time, a hot storm suddenly swept out and shrouded the battlefield, hiding their bodies. Even some powerful people could not see the scene inside.

"Go to hell." Fan Ye sneered, stepped out and fell in front of Qin Xuan in an instant. His palm grabbed the Tianqi sword in Qin Xuan's hand.

What he was waiting for was this moment. He blocked everyone's sight with a flame storm, took the imperial weapon with extreme speed, and then left quickly.

With his strength, as long as he wants to leave by force, few people can leave him.

The plan seemed seamless, but he neglected one point, which was enough to make him die without a burial place.

Before Qin Xuan could react, he felt a terrible killing intention fall on him. He looked shocked. He saw that Fan Ye had come to him and wanted to take the Tianqi sword in his hand.

"There is a way to heaven, you don't go, there is no door to hell, but you break in."

Qin Xuan sketched a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, and his heart moved. The breath of Tianqi sword suddenly soared again, and the golden light burst out, directly breaking through the level of the king of the Yuan Dynasty.

At this moment, Qin Xuan's hands holding the sword were trembling. This force was too powerful for him to control at all. The muscles on his face were trembling, as if he were bearing great pain.

However, in order to kill Fan Ye, this pain is nothing.

"What!" Fan Ye feels the terrible breath of Tianqi sword. His face can't help but change dramatically, and a violent threat comes to his heart.

The breath released by Tianqi sword made him feel a sense of fear. He wanted to stop, but it was too fast and too late.

"Repent."

Qin Xuan glanced at Fan Ye indifferently. Tianqi sword fell like lightning, and a golden brilliance flashed past, which was very dazzling.

In an instant, Fan Ye's body stopped, as if stiff and motionless.

In the center of his eyebrows, there was a small red line. I saw that the red line was expanding, and his forehead seemed to have a crack, which was very ferocious.

There was a light bang, as if something had burst. Fan Ye's head exploded directly, and his brain burst out. It was very bloody.

Vatican Prince Fan Ye, meteorite!