On the Holy Mountain of Huntian, Pengzun Huntian's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Who is this in white clothes for?"
He knew the faces of all the outstanding demon kings in the Holy Demon Star Realm, but he had never seen the white clothes in front of him.
"I don't know!" The wings of the Night-Eating Demon Peng were trembling slightly at the side, "Father, don't worry, my brother's strength may not be weaker than mine. The Eternal Wind will kill all enemies!"
Huntian Pengzun's brows were light. He also had confidence in his son, but for some reason, he felt uneasy.
In the demon king's arena, many demon kings were already furious, and the little saint Jinpeng even went to kill Qin Xuan directly.
On top of its golden feathers, there seemed to be a faint golden substance growing on it.
That is the wind of immortality, and the Tao turns into reality!
Among the principles of the world, it belongs to the middle grade and can destroy everything, even space, and can be easily obliterated and penetrated.
For Taoist principles below the middle level, facing the indestructible wind of the Realization Realm, it can almost be said that they will collapse at the first touch.
All the fourth-grade treasures may be destroyed by it.
Moreover, this golden roc has the bloodline of the golden-winged roc. Although it is not pure blood, its speed is enough to throw away the other demon kings by a million miles.
It's Qin Xuan, who can't move the wind and thunder fairy wings. If we talk about his speed, he may not be as fast as him.
After all, he is only the pinnacle of the lower level of returning to the void, and his evergreen body cannot compare to the real golden-winged roc.
In an instant, the golden roc rushed over, and Qin Xuan's eyes were like an ancient well, calm and calm.
When Jin Peng arrived, he struck out with a sword.
Taichu Sword Tribulation!
Unify the ten moves of Ni Xuan Sword Technique into one, and execute this sword.
There are five levels of Sword Dao, and the fourth level is Sword Tribulation. The power of Sword Tribulation is not as good as the middle-grade Dao.
What's more, the one who wields the sword is Qin Xuan.
In an instant, the golden roc was knocked over, and even some of the materialized immortality was scattered.
Qin Xuan ignored the fright and anger of the golden roc, and his peripheral vision had already passed by the thousands of rocs that were coming toward him.
They would not let him and the Little Saint Jinpeng fight alone. If possible, it would not be an exaggeration to severely injure Qin Xuan and then have the Little Saint Jinpeng kill him.
"You guys, get out of here!" The Little Holy Son Jinpeng was furious and roared angrily.
It looked at Qin Xuan with only killing intent in its eyes.
As the son of the Demon Lord, the Holy Son of the Holy Mountain, he was actually blasted away one after another in the Demon King's ring. This was simply a great shame and humiliation.
"Holy Son, the Demon Lord's order is not to underestimate the enemy!"
Several old demon kings with high prestige in the Holy Mountain of Huntian appeared beside the little holy son Jinpeng and slowly said, "The ancient demon order is of great importance. I hope the holy son will be patient!"
They looked at the little holy son of Jin Peng, no matter how strong or weak the white robed man was, the Demon King was fighting against him, and there was no room for failure.
Not even a little bit, that is the order of Huntian Pengzun, and no one of the two thousand demon kings dares to disobey it.
Even the little golden-winged saint had a terrifying anger in his eyes.
It was so proud, but in the end, it had to bear it.
The few old demon kings on the side were also disappointed. The Little Holy Son Jin Peng was too young. The world of cultivation was vast and boundless, and faced with unknown creatures, no one might be able to win.
What's more, since the creature in white doesn't come out of the Demon King's Arena, it has its own confidence.
It's better to be cautious in everything.
There is nothing better than killing this white-robed demon king with more than two thousand demon kings.
Even if he can't, this white-robed man will definitely suffer heavy losses. If the golden-winged little holy son tries again, he should be able to win easily.
Several old demon kings looked at each other, although in their minds, the second possibility was unlikely.
If the two thousand demon kings who are at the peak of Hedao can win, the top talent on the Immortal List can only do so.
But there is no such person as Baiyi in the Immortal List and the Tao Realm.
More than a thousand roc demons came towards Qin Xuan, covering the sky and the sun.
There are monsters with bodies that are hundreds of feet long, and there are monsters with bodies that are thousands of feet long, or tens of thousands of feet long.
The demonic fire turns into flames, the demonic water turns into waterfalls, the demonic wind becomes like a knife...
In an instant, many demon kings' supernatural powers were bombarding Qin Xuan like a heavy rain.
"It's also prudent!"
Facing such a terrifying attack, Qin Xuan was not surprised but smiled instead.
It seemed that those many magical powers and the thousands of demon kings were nothing but the breeze of mortal dust in front of him.
The Eternal Sword in his hand shook slightly, and Qin Xuan suddenly seemed to have changed, completely different from before.
All the space around me was turbulent, and at this moment, it was suddenly shattered into nothingness.
Even, behind Qin Xuan, a strange phenomenon actually appeared.
A green tree rises into the sky and becomes a hundred feet in size.
On top of this green tree, there are thousands of strange flowers.
Within Qin Xuan's body, thousands of flowers swayed. From among the thousands of flowers, a thread of Taoism flew out, followed Qin Xuan's meridians, entered his hand, and merged into his sword.
The Eternal Sword, at this moment, seemed to be wrapped in strange light and splendor, as if it had turned into thousands of colors.
Many magical powers arrived, and in an instant, they enveloped the green wood shadow and Qin Xuan.
boom!
The place where Qin Xuan is located is in chaos.
Many magical powers gathered in one place were like stars exploding.
The Demon King Lei was shaking crazily, as if it was about to be exploded.
More than a thousand peak demon kings stared at the place like exploding stars with their eyes.
They saw the strange scene behind Qin Xuan, and also saw the colorful Eternal Sword, and they all felt a bit of palpitations and uneasiness in their hearts.
But so what!?
Even the Immortal Ape King may not be willing to challenge the demon king who has reached the peak of Qian Dao.
If this man in white clothes doesn't dodge, even if he doesn't die, he will definitely be severely injured.
Some demon kings in the distance are Zhenyi who are not eager to take action. They are a little too lazy to take action.
More than a thousand demon kings at the peak of Hedao have taken action. How can Baiyi survive?
Just as the demon kings were waiting for the aftermath to dissipate, in an instant, a blazing sword light slashed out from the chaotic place.
If a ray of sword light cuts through the chaos, many birds may not even be able to react.
Even though many of the bird demon kings present were equipped with extreme speed.
There was only a sword beam, a million feet long, that shot out across the sky and passed by the many demonic bodies of the birds.
Qin Xuan's figure also emerged from the chaotic place.
He was holding a sword alone, and his white clothes were intact. He quietly followed the path of the sword and walked toward the more than a thousand pengs.
Wherever it passes, there seems to be an indestructible sword intent, and those chaotic magical powers are unable to enter even half of this way.
The next moment, in the eyes of many demon kings, they looked in disbelief, even in horror.
Of the more than a thousand Pengniao that had besieged Qin Xuan before, seven of them had their demonic bodies divided into two.
There are three points, but the Demonic Pill Life Bone has not been cut off and still survives.
At this moment, the demon blood surged like a river or a waterfall, and even peng feathers fell in the blood river waterfall.
Bang bang bang...
As corpses fell one after another, waves of blood were set off.
Qin Xuan quietly stepped on the blood under his feet. Every step, the blood seemed to avoid his body and did not stain his shoes.
Qin Xuan looked at the frightened group of monsters, including the unbelievable little saint Jin Peng, and smiled softly.
With one sword, he killed nine hundred and eighty-two demon kings of the Huntian Holy Mountain!
Four hundred and sixty-five heavy losses!
Behind Qin Xuan, there are majestic green trees and thousands of swaying flowers.