The face of the Pope of Light suddenly became extremely ferocious.
How can it be!
The force of this blow was greater than the previous twelve Old Testament swords, and it was actually resisted by the Qing Emperor's body.
This indifferent attitude and the extremely sarcastic words made the old man almost crazy.
Humiliation, anger, and resentment all gathered together, and the old man almost roared at Qin Xuan, his face looking like a ghost.
"Die!"
Along with the roar of the old man, the wings trembled from the back of the God of Light, and flying feathers flew out from the back of the God of Light. Each blood feather was three feet in size, crystal clear, and extremely sharp.
In the shaking wings of the bloody bright statue, there seemed to be tens of thousands of blood feathers falling from the sky.
Boom boom boom...
In an instant, the entire sea was riddled with holes.
The waves rose up to 10,000 tons, washing away the corpses and blood on the island, and even huge tsunami-like waves crashed onto the entire island.
boom!
The islands were shaking and shaking, as if they were on the verge of collapse.
The black anaconda roared, and Qin Yan'er, who was seriously injured, broke out of the sea, looking at this scene with horror.
Among the bloody feathers in the sky, Qin Xuan was submerged again, and immediately, he walked out again.
The blood is like a sea, blocking everything.
The majestic essence was like the strongest wall in the world. Those blood feathers fell on the sea of blood, and they were annihilated into powder like broken crystals.
The blood feather, which is enough to penetrate the entire ocean, is more like the subtle rain to Qin Xuan, unable to hurt him at all.
As Qin Xuan stepped forward, he saw that Qin Yan'er had left the island, and his palm behind his back finally slowly came out.
"This is impossible!"
The old man roared angrily and looked at Qin Xuan in disbelief.
He is the number one in the world, extremely powerful, and no one in the world can compete with him.
Now, he has devoured the lives and power of thousands of people, and his strength has almost reached the extreme. He is even confident that even if the God of Light he once believed in is in front of him, he has the strength to fight against him.
To him now, the world-destroying level is as weak as dead wood or rotten stone.
But now, the person he wanted to kill the most, the Qing Emperor, blocked his attacks one after another, and even just started.
The Pope of Light cannot believe this fact. How could there be such a terrifying person in this world?
"He should die, he must die!"
The Pope of Light murmured, and suddenly, his eyes flashed brightly, and the scepter in his hand was raised even higher at this moment.
The blood-colored crystals on the scepter shone brightly at this moment, turning the entire world into a blood-red color.
Immediately, the crystal shattered and turned into countless tiny bloody rays of light, which soared into the sky and merged into the bright statue.
Qin Xuan looked at this scene and frowned slightly.
That crystal was a seventh-grade spiritual crystal, and it was completely integrated into the statue of the God of Light by the Pope of Light.
The seventh-grade spiritual crystal contained extremely amazing spiritual power, but now it was wasted by the Pope of Light.
boom!
Just when the brilliance merged into the bright statue, a huge sword, more than ten feet long, was like a mountain of swords, like a mountain of swords!
It is more than ten feet in size, and a person under it would be like an ant.
Not only that, the bloody god of light, holding a giant sword, suddenly passed over the island.
Boom boom...
In just an instant, the island split open, and with just a slight stroke, the island was cut into two pieces.
Black Anaconda and Qin Yan'er in the distance looked at this scene and couldn't help but be shocked.
Wow, that giant sword is so terrifying. Looking at the world, there is absolutely no way it can stop the power of its blade.
Can Qingdi stop it?
A flash of worry flashed in Qin Yan'er's eyes. The Pope of Light who has swallowed up thousands of lives and power is so terrifying. She is not even an enemy with one move. Even the Qing Emperor is probably not much stronger than the Pope of Light.
?
What's more, Qin Yan'er knows one thing.
It is the Qing Emperor who has never fully recovered since the United States launched nuclear weapons.
She had seen the Qing Emperor wielding swords in ten directions, with thousands of swords covering the sky, but since the United States, the Qing Emperor rarely used the Eternal Sword.
Qin Yan'er has never felt the fluctuation of magic power from this Qing Emperor. In other words, this Qing Emperor is very likely to be injured, and there are still old wounds in his body that have not healed.
Just when Qin Yan'er was full of worry, the mountain-like sword had already been chopped down.
Before it even approaches, the sea has already been broken open, revealing a view of a thousand meters deep sea.
Such a terrifying scene is probably unparalleled in the world today.
There was even more terrifying sword pressure and wind pressure on Qin Xuan, as if a big mountain was pressing down on him, as if a sharp sword was coming.
Facing this giant sword, Qin Xuan was like a grain of sand.
Qin Xuan raised his palm, and the skin in his palm was beating slowly. As his palm was fully opened, a black fruit about the size of a walnut appeared on his palm.
The fruit is purple and black, as if it corrodes everything, and it even seems to contain the power to destroy the world.
This is the nuclear energy fruit in Qin Xuan's dantian, which is enough to make his dantian almost collapse, and he can't even recover a trace of mana after he has endured it to the limit.
The fruit appeared in the world, and the Pope of Light looked at this scene and couldn't help but laugh, "Qing Emperor, are you planning to compete with me with this trivial thing?"
"It's ridiculous!"
He stared at the small and pitiful Qin Xuan under the mountain sword, as if he were looking down at the ants under the light. Those eyes were filled with madness, the joy of revenge, and even more contempt, ridicule, and ridicule...
This gathered all his strength and struck him with one blow, destroying even his papal scepter.
The old man is confident that no one in the world can survive this sword.
At this moment, Qin Xuan slowly bent his fingers and flicked the nuclear energy fruit.
With a flick of his fingers, it was like flicking his fingers to the stars.
That wisp of deep purple and ink-black light rose through the air in an instant and landed on the edge of the mountain-like sword.
boom!
In just an instant, ripples in the heaven and earth were like knives, sweeping in all directions, tearing apart everything in its path.
The old man's expression was frozen, his pupils were like needles, and he was extremely frightened.
"This is impossible!"
He roared because he saw that when he struck with all his strength, a slight crack appeared where the mountain-like sword collided with the tiny fruit.
A crack appeared, and then it spread, and the giant sword seemed to be broken. Only a ray of purple and black light swept across the sky and rushed towards the bright pope.
Qin Xuan slowly put away his palms and stood with his hands behind his back, quietly looking at Ruo Shenyue's broken giant sword.
"What you call 'I am the light' is nothing more than the light of a firefly in my eyes!"
"Destroy with a snap of your fingers!"
As the sound fell, the terrifying nuclear energy exploded from the fruit. In just a moment, the Pope of Light, the blood-colored statue of light, and the two chopped-off islands were all shrouded in this purple-black nuclear energy.