Chapter 907： No more magic clouds (seeking monthly pass)

"withdraw!"

"Flee, don't resist!"

"This guy isn't human at all!"

A sound of horror sounded, and the sun and moon treasure ship was in the sky, blocking everything.

Qin Xuan jumped at his feet, looking at the four or five great cultivators who were full of fear, his palms shot out, thousands of black thunders like death sickles, harvesting their lives.

Boom boom boom...

The sound of body guard Zhenyuan's broken sound sounded one after another, and the black thunder passed by all corpses.

Every time they fell their palms, every time they stepped, several great cultivators fell, their corpses spread across the fields, and blood flowed into rivers.

The great cultivators of Unreal Yunzong and Huangbaolou, even Li Ming, Liu Zheng and others were sluggish.

Looking at the wanton killing, like a demon-like voice, a trace of regret suddenly rose in their hearts.

Shouldn't provoke this guy!

This guy is simply a monster!

The voice floated from the bottom of their hearts, and in an instant, they were suppressed by them.

"Don't panic, gather together and fight the enemy together!"

Liu Zheng roared, roaring out loud, he once again made a magic weapon in his hand and blasted towards Qin Xuan.

boom!

Qin Xuan turned around abruptly, patted the blade directly, and a faint mark appeared on his palm, which quickly returned to its original shape.

Around him, there was almost a clearing, his feet were stained with blood, and he walked on his corpse, a group of great cultivators gathered in the front and rear in fear.

In the distance, Han Yu and others rushed to watch this scene, and couldn't help but breathe in air-conditioning, with horror, horror, and horror on his face.

There were more than a hundred transforming gods, and now there were only more than 70 people left.

Under Qin Xuan's feet, dozens of corpses stood horizontally on the ground, and everyone was almost a great monk who had cultivated for more than a thousand years.

Not only that, when Han Yu, Liu Le and others saw the pale and panic expressions of the seventy-odd Transcendent Great Monk, their bodies became cold.

How terrifying, how terrible it is to kill dozens of great cultivators in such a short period of time, how terrifying, how terrible it is that one person can make dozens of times the enemy show such fear.

"Could this guy be True Monarch Yuan Ying? Or a super descendant of the Great Immortal Sect!"

At this moment, Liu Zhi could no longer bear any grudges, all that was left was the endless horror.

Liu Zheng's face was also a little pale. He looked at the magic weapon that was blasted away. The flying sword, the Pagoda of Refining Yan, and the black long sword were floating in front of him. They were all seven-rank magic weapons, but he was a little bit angry.

Not only that, the great cultivators behind him had nearly a hundred magic weapons floating in the air, but no one dared to move.

Li Ming and a group of monks from the barren treasure building were nothing more than that. They were terrified and did not dare to move the slightest.

Qin Xuan stood alone, his eyes were cold, and suddenly, a dozen bottles of pills appeared in his hand, his palm shook, his mouth was swallowed, and those pills were poured into his mouth.

"not good!"

"Stop him!"

The expressions of Liu Zheng and Li Ming changed suddenly, and they naturally saw that the pills that Qin Xuan swallowed were all replenishing mana, so it seemed that his mana was not endless.

Immediately, more than a hundred rainbow lights, all of which were magic weapons, bombarded Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan looked at the many magic weapons coming back and forth, and the corner of his mouth was slightly picked.

The sun and moon treasure ship ran across the sky, and suddenly, the sun and the moon twined the sky, the sun and the moon turned into two rivers, rushing towards the many magic weapons that came in mighty.

Boom!

The entire fourth floor of the Tianxiao Pavilion seemed to be shattered, with endless explosions rising through the sky, and the light on the Sun Moon Treasure Ship was dim and trembling.

Hh hhhh...

One by one magic weapon broke through the river and came straight to Qin Xuan.

Although the Sun Moon Treasure Ship is a sixth-rank magic weapon, in the face of more than a hundred magic weapons, True Lord Yuan Ying is still unable to resist.

"He won't be able to support it anymore, it's exhausted!"

"Take this opportunity to kill this!"

The roar sounded one after another, only to see those magic weapons rushing out, there are still forty or fifty seven-rank magic weapons, and the light is shining, none of them are ordinary seven-ranks.

The corner of Qin Xuan's mouth faintly twitched, and the three thousand golden pills in his body turned leisurely, and the billowing medicinal power accompanies him to run the eternal green art, constantly turning into mana and pouring it into the golden branches and jade leaves.

If someone can observe his dantian in his body, he will find that he is not half exhausted.

There were three thousand golden pills in the pubic area, and almost only consumed less than one-third.

Qin Xuan stuck out his palm, and suddenly a long rope appeared in his hand.

Binding God rope!

Qin Xuan held the rope as a whip, and accompanied Qin Xuan in his hand to grasp the god-binding rope. There were black thunders, like thunder snakes covering the god-binding rope.

Qin Xuan's expression was indifferent, he suddenly shook his arm, and the god-bound rope stretched for a hundred meters like a long snake, and bombarded all the magic weapons in the direction of the barren treasure building. After that, Qin Xuan's eternal sword cut out again.

As Qin Xuan's palm trembled, thousands of sword auras erupted from the Eternal Sword, the sword aura was like a microwire, which turned clear rain, and bombarded the many magic weapons.

Boom!

With two roars, all magic weapons flew out at this moment.

Qin Xuanwei stood still, motionless, the power of the magic weapon's counter-shock made his body qi and blood churning, but it was still within the limits of the eternal evergreen body.

On the other hand, the more than seventy great cultivators who transformed into gods were all pale, damaged, and some even had bleeding from the corners of their mouths.

"what!?"

"This guy……"

Liu Zheng and Li Ming were full of sluggishness, and they only discovered that Qin Xuan had some signs of lack of spare energy, even compared to the heyday.

The three magic weapons smashed more than a hundred magic weapons, even though there was a difference in grade, it was enough to prove that Qin Xuan's magic power was strong.

Han Yu couldn't help but stayed slightly, and opened her vermilion lips slightly, "He did it intentionally!?"

Pretending to be inadequate in mana, forcing these seventy-odd transcendent monks to have to do something.

Han Yu felt a chill in his heart, and one of them dared to take the initiative to persecute the more than seventy great cultivators.

Could this guy be the incarnation of a dragon and a phoenix, could he be reincarnated?

"How can it be!"

Liule and Liuzhi were even more dumbfounded at this moment, looking at the incomparable Qin Xuan, they seemed to be plunged into chaos.

From the first Golden Core monk who was despised by them, to now fight the entire Illusion Cloud Sect and the Wild Treasure Building by one person, even without losing the wind.

The gap is too big, like heaven and earth.

In the horror of the crowd, Qin Xuan had already moved.

Others, like Jin Peng shaking his wings, stepping on Jinze, appeared among the great cultivators of the Magic Cloud Sect.

There are many great cultivators of Huanyunzong Huashen, and there are still more than forty people left.

Qin Xuan looked at the great cultivators of Illusory Cloud Sect with a cold expression.

From him, five sword intents suddenly rushed out.

With one sword cut out, the sword energy turns into thunderclouds, transforms clear rain, breaks the world, illusives people's hearts, and becomes a sword domain.

Before the forty or so great cultivators of God Transformation came back to their senses, they had already appeared in the vast clouds and mist, only the sword intent, if it were everywhere.

The three thousand golden pills in Qin Xuan's body had consumed half of it at this moment.

"what!"

"Quickly break through this **** sword field!"

"Uncle Liu Zheng, save me!"

With a miserable cry, Qin Xuan looked down into the vast white clouds, like a god.

But in dozens of breaths, wait for the vast clouds to clear.

The corpse was everywhere, and only one person stood.

Liu Zheng was covered with scars, had a leg cut off, and an arm, looking at Qin Xuan in horror.

"you are not human……"

Before the words fell, Qin Xuan threw it out.

Like a black thunder light, it instantly penetrated this flowing head, blasting its head to shreds.

Qin Xuan slowly turned around, and in his eyes, the great cultivators in the deserted towers had already begun to flee.

Qin Xuan stood quietly, with a calm expression, looking at the fleeing monks in the deserted building, like ants.

So far, in the Tianxiao Pavilion...

No more magic clouds!

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(I just saw that the author has turned into a bunch of garbled codes. I thought before that there were some problems in the background yesterday, and the chapters were not sent out. Sorry everyone.

The second is asking for a monthly pass. Everyone is getting pulled farther and farther. It hurts to ask for a monthly pass every day.

Third, the old dream is gone, and the heartfelt voice of the readers: "No tickets, don't hurry up!"

Fourth, the old dream is gone...)