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Wu absolutely Qin Yang killed his three sons, destroyed his own body, and destroyed the hatred of the Blood Ghost Sect, all of which gathered on his eyes, and fell on Qin Yang with a resentful gaze.

The hatred of the Hidden Demon Sect Master for Qin Yang to destroy his mid-Yuan Infant body and a clone, the hatred of the Heavenly Mandate Sect Master for Qin Yang to kill his son, the shame of Lin Huayuan's several fiascos in front of Qin Yang, and the schadenfreude of the boss surnamed Xiang were all condensed in their own eyes, and they turned into various ** gazes and fell on Qin Yang.

And Ling Zhi, Su Wei, Han Gang and others on Qin Yang's side focused their infinite worries, concerns, and expectations on Qin Yang.

Qin Yang became the focus, and no one went to see the monk surnamed Song of the Deep Blue Alliance, even though he was a powerful character of the Yuanying Great Perfection.

Just as the monk surnamed Song sacrificed the silver magic weapon that flashed with runes, Qin Yang slapped the storage bag and sacrificed the Absolute Spirit Mirror. He was ready to use the Absolute Spirit Mirror to trap the opponent's most powerful magic weapon at any time.

Qin Yang now refined the Extreme Extermination Sword Intent, although he was able to kill the opponent in an instant.

But in this second, for an immortal cultivator, he was already able to attack more than a dozen times, and Qin Yang had to resist this second before he could kill the other party in seconds.

The all-out attack of a Yuanying Great Perfection monk is very terrifying, and every attack of a monk surnamed Song has the possibility of killing him Qin Yang in seconds. If the other party used the most powerful magic weapon to strike with all his strength, Qin Yang would probably be seriously injured and disabled or wiped out before he could use a sword to destroy it.

Qin Yang knew that he had to resist the first wave of the opponent's attack so that he would not die with the other party.

Wu Jue saw the Absolute Spirit Mirror, and was about to make a statement to remind the monk surnamed Song.

The soul destroyer dragged out a cold shout in his voice: "Open-start!"

The divine senses of Qin Yang and the monk surnamed Song are locked on each other, and each other's every move is under each other's control, and there is no possibility of a sneak attack at this time.

Time suddenly flowed after a brief pause, and the air suddenly dissolved after a brief moment of solidification.

In an instant, a golden light shot out from the Absolute Spirit Mirror on the silver plate of the monk surnamed Song, trapping the silver plate that emitted countless runes in the golden light of the Absolute Spirit Mirror.

Although the silver plate of the monk surnamed Song was trapped by Qin Yang with the Absolute Spirit Mirror, as a monk of the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant, his magical powers and magic weapons were not one or two.

The monk surnamed Song waved his sleeves, and a cyan glow of spiritual power flew towards Qin Yang, and that cyan glow was actually composed of one hundred and twenty-eight flying swords, and the cyan sword light from these one hundred and twenty-eight flying swords was connected, and it looked like a huge cyan glow.

These one hundred and twenty-eight flying swords are the most powerful magic weapon of the monk surnamed Song.

After sensing the astonishing aura and vast murderous aura emitted by these one hundred and twenty-eight flying swords, Wu Jue felt that there was no need to remind the monk surnamed Song to pay attention to the Absolute Spirit Mirror, he understood that the silver garden plate of the monk surnamed Song was just a disguise, and the killing moves of the monk surnamed Song were all in this blue glow.

After the glow composed of the one hundred and twenty-eight flying swords flew out of the sleeve of the monk surnamed Song, the blue light flashed and then disappeared, but in the blink of an eye, eight clusters of cyan glow appeared around Qin Yang.

These eight clusters of cyan glow were differentiated from that cluster of cyan glow, and they were actually eight sword formations, each of which had sixteen flying swords.

And these eight sword formations formed a larger-scale sword array, the "Eight Desolation Sword Array".

In the Eight Desolations Sword Formation, the wind and clouds changed, and the Qin Yang and the monks surnamed Song that everyone saw were no longer in the sky above the sea, but on a wasteland full of destructive aura, and there was a rain of swords on the wasteland.

Qin Yang immediately began to defend, and he sacrificed all the magic weapons he could sacrifice to resist the Eight Desolation Sword Formation of the monk surnamed Song.

The purple arc was all extracted by Qin Yang and wrapped around his whole body, and the Bingyang True Fire enveloped Qin Yang in it......

Several defensive magic weapons, including the Silverstone Shield, were shattered in the rain of swords.

After the purple arcs were hit by a mouthful of murderous and powerful cyan flying swords, they shattered and annihilated in the thunder.

The wall of fire formed by Bingyang's true fire was also shattered by the flying sword of the monk surnamed Song.

The first wave of attacks by the monk surnamed Song was mighty and devastated.

Although Su Yu knew the inside story and knew that Qin Yang's extreme artistic conception was something that the monk surnamed Song could not resist, but seeing the attack of the monk surnamed Song, Su Yuhua's face was pale, and she fainted, at that moment, she felt that she would lose the person she loved the most......

Ling Zhi and the other monks who didn't know that Qin Yang had an extreme annihilation artistic conception had already put life and death out of the way.

Although Ling Zhi has some blind trust in Qin Yang, but the early stage of a Yuan Infant fights a Yuan Infant Great Perfection, which is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and Ling Zhi has no hope at all at this time. He was ready to die, once Qin Yang was defeated and the soul disappeared, what kind of slaughter they would face, they knew very well in their hearts.

At this time, Yuan Hong was like a gambler whose defeat had been decided, and made an expression of admitting defeat and admitting defeat.

The monk surnamed Niu of the Deep Blue Alliance made a relieved expression, he had always been worried and suspicious that Qin Yang had hidden some killing moves, but seeing the first wave of attacks from the monk surnamed Song and Qin Yang, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the Soul Destroyer is really a two-hundred-and-five master, and let a monk in the early stage of the Yuan Infant fight against a monk of the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant.

Lin Huayuan, Hidden Ancestor, Wu Jue, Heavenly Mandate Sect Master and others on the side of the Tianchen Palace Alliance Army firmly remembered the situation in front of them, and the hallucinations after Qin Yang was defeated had already appeared in their minds.

They had already thought about what language Qin Yang would use to humiliate him at the moment he was defeated, and what methods they would use to torture Qin Yang after he caught him.

The picture in the minds of these people who were full of fantasies suddenly stopped, and things did not go their way.

Qin Yang withstood the first wave of attacks from the monk surnamed Song.

Qin Yang's eyes were cold, the Rong Ku sword in his hand was raised in the air, and it slashed out, Qin Yang's whole appearance seemed ethereal, as if he was not in the same space as the monk surnamed Song and the others at all.

At the same time as slashing down the Rong Ku sword, Qin Yang spit out the word "Die!"

The Extreme Annihilation Artistic Conception is ethereal, if there is nothing, Qin Yang actually doesn't comprehend it now, he just condenses the Extreme Annihilation Mirror in the Extreme Annihilation Sword's intent on the Rong Ku Sword.

Now Qin Yang and the Rong Ku Sword in his hand formed an Extreme Annihilation Sword Intent.

The moment Qin Yang swung his sword and slashed out, a figure came out of Qin Yang's body, the figure was the sword qi, the sword qi condensed the human form, and the sword qi condensed into the human form was the unpredictable and specious artistic conception of extreme annihilation.

Qin Yang's Extreme Annihilation Artistic Conception had already attacked the Yuan Shen of the monk surnamed Song in the blink of an eye.

The Extreme Annihilation Artistic Conception is not attacking the physical body, but directly attacking the Yuan Shen, to be precise, the Consciousness Sea in the Yuan Shen. Therefore, except for the attacker, no one else can see the slightest clue of its greatness.

Therefore, in the eyes of everyone, this sword swung by Qin Yang has no attack power and no value.

But what the real situation is, only the monk surnamed Song knows it.

The figure with the condensation of sword qi completely ignored the attack of the monk surnamed Song, as if it were nothing.

He also regarded the flying sword and body shield of the monk surnamed Song as nothing, and flew towards the monk surnamed Song without any hindrance, the figure became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a trace of sword on the tip of the sword and shot between the eyebrows of the monk surnamed Song.

The divine consciousness of the monk surnamed Song was completely shattered in an instant.

At this moment, the monk surnamed Song felt an aura of destruction that made him tremble and tremble.

Then, in the sea of consciousness in the Yuan Shen of the monk surnamed Song, there was a loud noise that destroyed the world and the earth, and a thick red lightning appeared out of thin air in the sea of his consciousness.

The ocean of consciousness in the sea of consciousness churned like a tsunami, and the Yuan Ying of the monk surnamed Song flew out from above his head, as if he wanted to escape the catastrophe in front of him.

But the calamity is in the origin, in the Yuan Shen of the monk surnamed Song, and the Yuan Shen has been integrated into the Yuan Infant.

As soon as the Yuan Ying left his body, countless criss-crossing small cracks immediately appeared on his surface, just like the cracks that appeared on a porcelain figure when he fell to the ground and was broken.

Then those cracks on the Yuan Infant suddenly burst open, and the Yuan Ying of the monk surnamed Song collapsed in an instant, disappeared in ashes, and disappeared cleanly between heaven and earth.

The Yuan Infant of the monk surnamed Song is not considered to have exploded himself, but the aura emitted by the collapse of the Yuan Infant is amazing, making people feel that the earth is shaking, and the turbulent waves on the sea are just like everything born in the sea by the monk surnamed Song.

The battle is over. It's just a moment's work. It was almost over in the moment after Qin Yang swung his sword and said the thrilling word "death".

The monk surnamed Song almost died in response, as if Qin Yang had mastered some powerful spell and cursed the monk surnamed Song to death.

The battle was so short that it felt like it was over before it even began.

There is more movement at the end of the battle than there is during the battle. It feels like a brief sound leaves a long echo.

At this time, everyone was stunned, thinking that everything in front of them was an illusion.

In the heads of Lin Huayuan, Wu Jue, Heavenly Mandate Sect Master, and Hidden Ancestor, there have been countless times when Qin Yang has been beaten to his knees begging for mercy, and in their consciousness, they have already regarded the illusion as a fact, but the fact in front of them has been regarded as an illusion.

"My head must have been flooded, how could I have imagined this situation?" the four men shook their heads violently, trying to throw the bad illusion to the distant horizon.

But how could the facts in front of them be shaken off, and the moment they realized that this was the truth, they immediately stiffened and their throats were dry.

Ling Zhi and the others also thought that the situation in front of them was just an illusion, they fantasized countless times in their heads that Qin Yang had won, but when the things they fantasized about really appeared in front of them, they couldn't believe it.

When they reacted, there was an ecstatic look on their faces.

Yuan Hong was once again on the winner's side, and it felt like a gambler had lost everything, only to be told by the casino owner that the rules of gambling had changed, and that he had actually won all the chips on the board.

Wei Wu and other monks with Yuan Hong as the weather vane murmured in their hearts: "Great Yuan Hong, great weather vane, we will all look at you in the future." ”