The Xuanyuan Sword buzzed, and he also wanted to burrow into the storage ring, but he couldn't break free of Qin Changgeng's palm.

"I'll give it to you after I'll study it for a few days."

After being comforted by Qin Changgeng, Xuanyuan Jian quieted down, reined in all his sharpness, and became unpretentious.

Qin Changgeng looked at the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and laughed.

"You're really good!"

With the restoration of the Xuanyuan Sword, the spirituality contained in it became stronger and stronger, making Qin Changgeng feel that he couldn't grasp it.

A piece of yellow paper, carrying the power of the sage, suppresses the three nine turns and a half saint, which is incomparably powerful and makes people desperate.

Even a wisp of the power of a saint is not something below the holy realm can bear.

If you are not holy, in the eyes of the sage, you are still an ant-like existence, and you can destroy it.

The silver-armored boy is only three turns of cultivation.

Holding a broken sword, even the will of the Battle Saint can be cut off.

This scene was so shocking.

If it spreads, the entire Northern Regions will be a sensation, and maybe the Daoist Ancient Sects in other domains will also compete to bring Qin Changgeng under their disciples.

Such a celestial arrogance, if it does not fall halfway, will definitely become a sage and suppress one party.

"This son is so terrifying, I underestimated him!" Seeing that Qin Changgeng suppressed the yellow paper containing the power of the Sage with a single sword, and looked very relaxed, Chen Duxing gasped.

A pair of eyes widened, it was the power of a sage, containing the power of heaven and earth, which was not something that a half-saint powerhouse could resist at all.

But just one sword, it broke the power of the sage, it was too outrageous, and the cowhide couldn't blow like this.

Sun Wuji also felt his scalp tingle, he had been respectful to Qin Changgeng on the surface, but in his heart he still regarded Qin Changgeng as a junior.

thinks that Qin Changgeng has no right to be an equal to him at all.

After this war, the impression of Qin Changgeng has changed greatly.

"The Qin family is a young man, worthy of being the first day of pride in the Northern Regions, this strength is really shocking."

Witnessing such a scene with his own eyes, even Sun Wouji, who had seen countless geniuses, was shocked.

Li Yi's eyes were unusually complicated, his chest was undulating, and the spiritual power in his body was showing signs of disorder.

He froze in place and couldn't help but sigh.

"This kid is hiding too deeply."

"I knew he had such strength, so why should I come here and ask for my own suffering?"

Li Yi was deeply shocked, feeling that he had cultivated for hundreds of years, and he was not as good as a young man.

He thought that Qin Changgeng had deliberately concealed it before, and if it hadn't been for the appearance of yellow paper, I am afraid that he would not have been able to force his real strength.

"It's a virtue for young people to be low-key, but it's a show-off to be too low-key!" Li Yi sighed in a low voice.

The most hated thing in my life is people who have no strength and are arrogant in their work.

But Qin Changgeng deliberately hid his strength, which was even more annoying.

Even the three Great Ancestors were like this, and the others were even more shocked, dumbfounded, and their heads were blank.

It was all Qin Changgeng's amazing peerless sword.

It's so profound that you may never forget it, and you'll remember it years later.

I feel that everything that is happening in front of me is so unreal.

The people of the Qin family, including the gentle moon and the wind blowing the snow, all puffed up their chests proudly, and they were honored.

Only a character like Qin Changgeng is worth following for a lifetime, and when he is strong, he is stronger, which is really extraordinary.

No one knew where Qin Changgeng's limit was, he was like a bottomless black hole, devouring everyone who came over.

No matter what kind of strong enemy you are, you can overwhelm it with force.

"Fortunately, I didn't make a move against Qin Changgeng, otherwise the end would be extremely miserable." Mo Meier stretched out her white palm and pressed it on her full chest, squeezing out a rounded arc, and she was terrified.

A pair of moist eyes stared straight at Qin Changgeng, and his eyes were very complicated.

She has seen countless excellent men, but it is the first time like Qin Changgeng.

It's so powerful that no matter what woman encounters, she will be tempted.

Mo Mei'er is not a woman, she is a female devil, but she wants to get Qin Changgeng more than any woman.

"He's so powerful, the offspring born with him must be very powerful!" Mo Mei'er thought to herself, stretched out her tongue uncontrollably, licked her sexy lips, and a trace of heat permeated her eyes.

The Heavenly Demon Clan especially worships the strong, and the law of the jungle is vividly reflected in this race.

Born to kill, died to kill, and even reproduction is to cultivate those who are stronger than themselves.

Thus killing those who are stronger than themselves is a supreme glory and a goal to chase for the Heavenly Demon Clan.

Mo Mei'er, who inherited half of the bloodline of the Heavenly Demon Clan, has a belligerent factor in her bones.

If Qin Changgeng knew the succubus's thoughts, he would only reply mercilessly.

Witch, you're playing with fire!

This thought turned in Mo Meier's mind for a moment, and it was extinguished.

Even if those two black-robed masked people were not there, it would be impossible for him to take down Qin Changgeng with all his strength.

It was obviously unrealistic for her to want to obtain bloodline from Qin Changgeng's body and cultivate more powerful offspring, and to fight for the Heavenly Demon Clan.

In Qin Changgeng's hand, it was very likely to be a holy weapon that exceeded the heavenly level.

Every kind of holy weapon is an existence that can destroy the immortal body of the saint.

An intact holy weapon can be in the realm of a half-saint, and it can be used to defeat the saints, and it is incomparably strong.

Now the holy weapon in Qin Changgeng's hand is broken, and after repair, it can only exert one-tenth of its power.

But it's not something that a sage can resist.

Xiao Yu's eyes showed a look of horror, as well as a strong fear, and his body couldn't control the distance from Qin Changgeng.

"Qin Changgeng, how can you be so strong!"

He said incoherently, the poisonous gas all over his body showed signs of collapse, and he was obviously frightened.

Xiao Yu, who was devastated, was a little depressed, muttering to himself.

"I've tried so hard, why can't I catch up with you......

"Hehe, I'm a waste......

Qin Changgeng couldn't help frowning slightly when he saw Xiao Yu's decadent look.

How unfair it is for a person like Xiao Yu to be favored by God and born with great luck!

If he had luck as strong as Xiao Yu and could pick up treasures when he walked, he would have become a saint long ago.

I behaved a little too much, and scared the leeks stupidly, which is not good.

He also wants to harvest another wave.

Qin Changgeng wanted to hide some of it, but his strength didn't allow it, the edge of the Xuanyuan Sword just now was too strong.

made him unconsciously fall into that mysterious state, he couldn't control himself at all, his previous actions were unconscious, and he didn't want to give Xiao Yu such a heavy blow.

In the final analysis, Xiao Yu's mentality is too easy to collapse, and he will make a fuss when he encounters a little thing, and his mental nature is not as good as the wind blowing snow.

Maybe a tendon like the wind blowing snow can cultivate without distractions, and no matter what kind of blow it takes, it can stand up.