From the Immortal Lord to the Tianjiao, they were all speechless as they looked at the thousand-mile arena.
The ancient genius, the jealous golden immortal, fell!
An ancient genius who was able to sweep through the younger generation of Dahuang State has now fallen in front of them.
Whoever kills him will become a fourth-turn golden immortal!
Qin Xuan!
I'm afraid that among the people present, only Qin Xuan's expression remained the same.
He glanced at Guo Weng, waiting for the winner to be declared.
"Qin Xuan, win!"
Under Qin Xuan's gaze, Guo Weng came to his senses, and his voice contained too many emotions.
Five wins and zero losses. If you can get ten wins, you can go straight to the final competition.
Qin Xuan once again practiced the Hunyuan Token in his hand, and his figure gradually blurred.
In the room, Qin Xuan's white clothes fell lightly.
Guo Weng came next.
"Want to fight again?"
"What's wrong?"
Qin Xuan and Guo Weng looked at each other, and immediately, with Guo Weng's expected expression, hundreds of rays of light flew into the sky, allowing Qin Xuan to choose.
Qin Xuan waved his hand and captured a ray of light, which fell directly in front of Guo Weng.
He didn't even reply, he directly sacrificed the Hunyuan Order, started another big fight, and waited for the battle.
"He, is he going to be invincible?"
"Fourth Transformation Golden Immortal, Invincible Way?"
Guo Weng murmured to himself, his eyes full of horror.
…
In the fairy world, Qin Xuan won five consecutive battles against the Guo family's sage, and turmoil began to arise everywhere in the fairy world.
In the middle region, the air of death is soaring into the sky. This is an empty city, but above it, there are dense clouds, and there are faint ghosts crying, gods roaring, and resentful souls roaring.
In front of the city, a gray-haired Taoist priest watched this scene quietly.
"It's no wonder that creatures are so miserable!"
The old Taoist watched this scene quietly. He dictated passages from the scriptures and spent three hours to overcome the resentment of the city.
Until, above the dark clouds, a ray fell through the golden clouds and landed somewhere in the city.
Afterwards, all the resentment in the entire giant city dissipated.
Those resentful souls were captured by a handful of jade butterflies in his hand.
The old Taoist looked at the jade butterfly and said softly: "When you are born, you will be born. But in this world, how can you be the food of the past!?"
"The ancient creatures were so unbridled!"
There seemed to be a hint of anger flashing through those black pupils.
Beneath the figure of Xianfeng Daogu, there are faint clothes floating up, and the green hair is stirring.
Then, he jumped up and traveled a million miles, finally finding a person in a deep, dark valley.
This is the ancient genius who was in the third realm of Hunyuan. His body was covered with scales due to the blood evil energy.
On the forehead, shoulders, and chest, there are eyes, six in total, that burst out with blood, as if annihilating everything.
"The Bloody Clan!"
The old Taoist priest spoke slowly, exhaled a breath of white breath, and faintly transformed into three incarnations.
"I will die here!"
Boom boom boom...
In an instant, the deep valley shattered, a light reached the sky, and a fierce roar resounded throughout the world.
After a full hour, the battle finally subsided.
The old Taoist priest Tina's head flew into the air, spanning thousands of miles, and hung in front of a city.
Using the power of Hunyuan as the pen, the next line of the book was written in large characters.
"Those who slaughter the world should be punished!"
At the end of this line of words, there is a line of small words.
"Immortal Lord, Yuanyang Liu!"
…
Northern Territory, in front of the Xiao Family Sword End.
Xiao Wusheng looked at the bright figure at the end of the sky.
This person has red clouds all over his body
Wisps of light rise up into the sky, but one person changes the color of the world.
"Is the Ancient Fire Saint Clan in the fourth realm of Hunyuan?"
Xiao Wusheng crossed his legs and looked at the ancient genius who came to challenge and pursue the path of invincibility.
Before Xiao Wusheng moved, the sword in front of him had already rushed out of the world. A sword light was like splitting the world and tearing apart the red clouds in the sky.
Half an hour later, a sword returned to Xiao Wusheng.
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Xiao Wusheng's mouth, and his eyes darkened slightly.
"It's just the fourth realm of Hunyuan, and it can make me suffer so much. If it's the sixth realm of Hunyuan, or even a semi-saint, wouldn't I be defeated without a doubt!?"
He grasped the sword in front of him and looked at the blade of the sword.
The sharp edge of the sword is like reflecting in his eyes.
Xiao Wusheng sighed deeply and jumped down from the cliff.
As if nothing had happened to him, he was walking in the Xiao family, and the people of the Xiao family looked at him in awe.
"Martial Saint, winning is a good thing!"
An old man appeared out of thin air and looked at Xiao Wusheng.
He seemed to see Xiao Wusheng's uneasiness, sense of crisis, and sword-like pride.
"In the sixth realm of Hunyuan, I'm afraid I'm going to lose!"
Xiao Wusheng said in a solemn voice, "Ancestor, in the previous life, the genius was a genius. Should I be weak in my current life?"
The ancestor of the Xiao family was slightly silent. Finally, he shook his head and sighed.
"Martial Saint, the great times are coming, and the immortal world is in turmoil!"
"It's not easy to be alone, let alone such a competition!"
"There are countless people in the ancient eras. Everyone came out of the broken eras and became the proud talents of the first era."
The ancestor of the Xiao family looked at Xiao Wusheng and said slowly: "In this world, we should not be weaker than those in the past, but that does not mean that you, Xiao Wusheng, can defeat all the geniuses in the past!"
"Martial Saint, you are too arrogant. If you don't change, I'm afraid it will be difficult to maintain this trend and enter the holy path!"
The ancestor of the Xiao family said no more, leaving Xiao Wusheng alone with a solemn expression.
Finally, he sighed, turned around and walked towards the place where he learned the sword.
Just when he passed by a place, his eyes paused slightly.
"This is……"
Xiao Wusheng's eyes were slightly shaken. He stepped on it and appeared in front of a huge stone.
"Immortal Lord!"
"Meet Elder Xiao!"
Voices of fear and awe sounded from all around.
Xiao Wusheng looked at the sword sharpening stele. With his level of immortality, how could he take a fancy to a true immortal-level object.
"Where did you get this tablet?"
Xiao Wusheng quickly put away his gaze and never touched it too deeply.
On the side, Xiao Xun and others were anxious and uneasy.
Hearing Xiao Wusheng's words, Xiao Xun and others were even more frightened and said: "Elder, this is left by Lord Bai to teach me the swordsmanship of the Xiao family!"
"But the sword intent in it hinders the elder's eyes? Xiao Xun, remove this monument immediately!"
Before Xiao Xun's voice could finish, Xiao Wusheng flicked his sleeves and put the sharpened sword stele into his sleeves.
"Bai Zun!"
"The sword intention of this monument actually matches my swordsmanship. Although there is only sword intention in it, it seems to be deliberately opening a way for me!"
Xiao Wusheng murmured to himself, and his peripheral vision fell on Xiao Xun and others.
"I took this monument away, and I will compensate you and others!"
Xiao Wusheng said no more, and with one step of his foot, it disappeared like a sword rainbow in the eyes of Xiao Xun and others, making Xiao Xun and others look at a loss.
Above the edge of the sword, Xiao Wusheng looked at the monument quietly.
Immediately, his eyes were like torches, falling on these monuments, and the scene of the white-clothed and gray-haired man with a sword piercing the monument evolved in his mind.
I was hit by a wave of sword intent, but it was rising up into the sky.
Stay around for a long time.
After a long time, Xiao Wusheng opened his eyes, and the sword-sharpening tablet in front of him shattered into pieces and was annihilated into nothingness.
The sword intention on it has been completely imprinted in his sea of consciousness.
"This thing is used to preach, and it is almost nine-tenths of the same as my swordsmanship!"
"The return of the Xiao Xun clan to the Xiao family was his handiwork, and the meaning in this sword was also his hand!"
"If it's a coincidence, it would be too much of a coincidence. This person did it intentionally and is paving the way for my swordsmanship!"
"Bai Zun!"
"I have never seen this person before, how did this person know the way forward for me!"
At this moment, Xiao Wusheng's pupils kept condensing.