Xuanyuan walked out slowly, staring at the desire to kill, and there was a vague sword shadow faintly suspended above his head, the sword was three feet three feet long, with two blades, and the shape was very gorgeous, revealing the meaning of the atmosphere.

"Xuanyuan Sword, alas, it's not the real sword. "I want to kill a thousand people and said lightly.

"I can kill you. Xuanyuan's light robe hunted, and the admiral above his head gradually became clear.

The golden light was abundant, illuminating the heavens, banishing the darkness, and a swirling nebula gathered above the sword.

Raising his hand, the long sword happily fell into the palm of his hand, waving it gently, attracting ten thousand sword shadows, showing a radial light.

There was a reversal of space and time.

Xuanyuan Qingyi attaches great importance to wanting to kill a thousand people, and also attaches great importance to this battle.

The long sword broke through the air and stabbed straight out, without any gorgeous moves, but it had already locked on the thousands of flaws around the body that wanted to kill a thousand people.

The skin is cold, and in the golden light, the world is born, and the ancestors are praying.

The so-called strongest people seem to only have the realm of the Great Perfection of the Imperial Road, but they have already surpassed the Imperial Road and surpassed the pseudo-emperor, just suppressing their own realm and strength, hoping to become an emperor in one step within an opportunity.

Although he is the emperor, he can easily erase the pseudo-emperor like Long Ye at a glance, this is the strongest person, and he can kill the enemy beyond the level.

Because of his bloodline, Long Ying had to ascend to the Puppet Emperor, but he would stop at the peak of the Puppet Emperor.

And these young people of the Supreme Emperor Clan all have a strong bloodline and inheritance, and at the same time, they are all hopeful of being emperors.

Xuanyuan's light clothes were bathed in golden light, and there was not the slightest hint of killing.

But no one on the scene dared to underestimate it.

The same is true for a thousand kills, with a soft roar, the scimitar slashed through countless brilliant arcs, the space was cut off, and a long river of time appeared out of thin air.

However, Xuanyuan was not flustered, and the Xuanyuan sword swept away, dividing the long river of time under his feet into two, and the long river of time on it disappeared into the darkness.

Wanting to let the Thousand Kills Scimitar go, it slashed through several beautiful arcs, drowning a golden light.

The swords intersect, the sound of contention, crisp and pleasant.

The killing was drowned, and there were only quaint and gorgeous moves.

In the sword style, countless worlds were born.

In the midst of the sword, countless worlds collapsed.

Each other has already played a real fire

The sword and sword seem to be slow, and every move is unusually clear, but everyone knows that there are thousands of changes hidden in these simple moves, and there is also endless killing power.

Heaven and earth, a sign of destruction, but full of life.

Ten thousand laws have been interpreted to the extreme, and destruction and rebirth are also within reach.

In the heavens and on the ground, there are images colliding in all directions.

And the real body has long been nowhere to be found.

When all the afterimages merged together according to a certain rhythm, the two were already facing each other far away in the air, as if everything at the beginning was just everyone's imagination.

But the ground cracked at this time, and countless mountains turned into oblivion at this time.

It shows that all this is really happening.

There are knife marks on Xuanyuan's light robe.

There are sword marks on the robes that want to kill a thousand people.

It seems that they are on equal footing with each other, and it is difficult to distinguish between them.

"Xuanyuan Sword, it's really powerful. Wanting to kill a thousand people, he calmly looked at Xuanyuan Qingyi.

Xuanyuan smiled at the corner of his mouth, "The Thousand Kills Decision is really extraordinary." ”

One is appreciating the other party's weapons, and the other is appreciating the other party's magical martial arts, which means that they have a lot of sympathy.

But a hint can be heard, that is, the Thousand Kills Decision seems to be more powerful than Xuanyuan Qingyi's supernatural martial arts.

For the first time, Ren Qianji showed a strange smile.

"Please. ”

"Please. ”

The two swords faced each other.

Xuanyuan's sword was restrained and invisible, and everything around him returned to calm.

The scimitar was throbbing, but not the slightest breath was leaking.

The Xuanyuan Sword slashed through the space, and countless sword shadows appeared in the air, standing in the air, and the tip of the sword pointed, directly locking on the desire to kill.

Above each sword shadow is a condensed world.

The scimitar has a flat chest, its eyes slightly closed, and there is a large nine-headed snake entwining around it.

The bloody wind and rain, the bones are like mountains, and the filthy air is pervasive, and the sky is thousands of miles away.

If you want to kill a thousand people, you are like a demon god, standing with a knife and slashing thousands of miles.

The world stands still, and everything is silent.

However, Xuanyuan Qingyi gradually gained the upper hand in the collision, the sword shadow was monstrous, and there was infinite vitality in the killing, evolving one world after another, and finally turning into a universe.

Wanting to let a thousand kills be drowned, silently submerged in the universe, there is no figure, only a blood-colored scimitar is undulating.

All the supreme powerhouses looked at the changes within it incredulously, it seemed that it was too smooth, or Xuanyuan was too powerful.

It is undeniable that he is powerful, but he will not be killed in an instant.

Tatsuno frowned.

The strange qi machine spread again, and in the dilapidated world, the invisible wheal condensed, cut horizontally, and finally stopped in front of Xuanyuan's light clothes, and the scimitar broke through the air.

In the darkness, out of the figure of wanting to kill a thousand people, gradually clear, as if from the void, the condensation of the body is even more weird, across the darkness, the blood-colored scimitar swept.

Xuanyuan Qingyi didn't expect such a change at all, but the long sword carved out a world out of thin air, drowning in a thousand kills.

Without any defense, facing the Xuanyuan Sword, the sword momentum does not change, and it is indomitable.

This kind of desperate play. Totally unexpected.

If Xuanyuan does not regain his strength, he can kill any Qian, but he will also be hit hard.

In the midst of the decision, Xuanyuan stepped forward in light clothes, the long sword obliquely guided the sky, and the antelope pierced the heart of Ren Qian's killing like a horn.

There was no blood, not even the feeling of being pierced into the flesh.

However, the scimitar had already slashed diagonally, cutting through the defensive barrier of Xuanyuan's light coat and cutting into the shoulder blade.

Fortunately, Xuanyuan Qingyi turned slightly sideways at the critical moment, avoiding the slash from the front.

In the long sword, the power of the divine power synergy law gushed out, and it was just a blink of an eye, and the desire to kill a thousand people turned into nothingness.

In the midst of darkness, there is light shining in all directions.

But the desire to kill a thousand has been killed again, and the darkness is still eroding the light.

Xuanyuan lightly dripping blood from his arm and frowning.

Invisibly, there was a strange qi machine coming at me again.

The fog in the darkness covered the sky, and a figure stepped out of it again, starting with a scimitar, slashing head-on, cutting through the sky and distorting time.

Xuanyuan was frightened, and in the midst of the retreat, the long sword danced, and the refining bloomed one by one, carrying the void.

Darkness devours the lotus flower, and wears away the thousands of swords.

It's still the same way of playing, still without any defense, his chest is open, waiting for Xuanyuan to be assassinated in light clothes.

There was no assassination, and he retreated a hundred miles out of thin air, avoiding the falling scimitar, only to see a piece of blood scattered.

Xuanyuan Sword cut horizontally out of thin air, splitting the darkness and light in two, gasping slightly, but his brows were furrowed, everything was too weird, he had obviously killed Ren Qian twice, but every time he wanted Ren Qian to kill, he would cross the darkness and exchange his life for an attack in a moment after being killed.

And the hideous wound on his shoulder blade kept bleeding.

Suddenly realized, completely unbelievable looking at the desire to kill a thousand people standing in the void.

"I understand, the so-called thousand kills are not to kill the past and present lives, but that you have a thousand lives, and if you want to really kill you, you must be killed a thousand times. ”

There was a faint tremor in his voice.

"Unexpectedly, you found out, the so-called thousand kills, the highest meaning is to condense a thousand doppelgangers, the only continuous killing a thousand times, can really wipe me out, but as long as I kill you once, it is enough. ”

Everyone was in an uproar, no wonder, there was no trace of defense in the sword momentum that wanted to kill a thousand people, it was completely a deadly attack, it could be said that the knife was deadly, fighting with life.

As he said, if you kill your opponent once, everything will be a foregone conclusion.

Kill a thousand, kill a thousand, kill a thousand!

What an anti-heaven exercise this is, it is completely beyond everyone's expectations.

It should be a complete immortal god exercise.

Xuanyuan Qingyi still frowned, shook his head and said, "The supreme meaning of the Thousand Kills should be more than that. ”

"Oh. Dancing casually, he looked at Xuanyuan's light clothes that were still dripping blood.

"The supreme meaning of the Thousand Kills Decision should be that a cultivator can instantly launch a thousand true attacks, which is equivalent to a thousand incarnations, and each incarnation is a true body even if it is a doppelganger, and if you want to completely wipe out you, you must completely destroy all of these thousand incarnations. ”

The scimitar is still dancing at will, but there is a faint aura permeating.

The scimitar blade was horizontal, the blade was backwards, and the space was directly separated, wanting to let a thousand kills bully again, its speed completely surpassed the lightning and thunder, and at the moment when Xuanyuan Qingyi finished saying the word 'end', it had already appeared in front of Xuanyuan Qingyi.

The scimitar rotates with its body, slashes horizontally, and slashes at the waist.

Its momentum is so fast, and its killing is fierce, which completely makes Xuanyuan Qingyi slightly uncomfortable.

The Xuanyuan sword rung, once again avoided the edge, and retreated a hundred miles.

The long sword was thrown, hanging in the air, and a golden sword shadow fell from it, forming a sword curtain in front of him, which changed from attack to defense, and needed other opportunities.

The shadow of the sword rotates, impermeable.

It's still dripping blood, but it's constantly making extremely cumbersome handprints.

The sword curtain turned, stirring the nebula, and it was densely sucked in, forming a huge wheal.

"Then I'll kill you a thousand times. His gaze returned to calm.

The sword shadow turned into a dragon, tightly protected Xuanyuan's light clothes in it, strangled it, and cut the space into thousands of holes.

The incomparable sword shadows have been turned into substances, each with the power of the Xuanyuan Sword, and the truth is like the body.

No one dares to underestimate every sword shadow, because every seemingly illusory sword shadow is a real killing intent.

Splashing out, roaring incessantly, the hideous head and horns swallowing the darkness, drowning in the desire to kill.

Wanting to let a thousand kills roar, the scimitar broke through the space, and the Yaqi Snake snaked out, constantly colliding with the stegosaurus in the air, devouring, and biting.

Xuanyuan light clothes seemed to have the upper hand, but everyone was tightly pinched into sweat.

After all, with such a strangulation, it is impossible for Xuanyuan Qingyi to kill a thousand times, but as long as Xuanyuan Qingyi is given a fatal kill, everything will be a foregone conclusion.