A great monk who transformed into gods became even more furious. He condensed a magic sword in his hand and slashed straight at Qin Xuan's body.
"I want to see how strong your bones are!"
Suddenly, the magic sword fell directly on Qin Xuan's shoulder.
boom!
The gray clothes trembled and the sword light shone, but Qin Xuan's expression remained firm and motionless. He even lowered his head and glanced at the magic sword.
"Is this a little bit of power?" Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "It doesn't hurt or itch!"
What?
The magic sword vibrated and suddenly dispersed, and there was not even a scratch on Qin Xuan's shoulder.
Everyone present was dumbfounded by this scene, including Liu Wu.
"How is it possible? He is bound by the rope that binds the gods and cannot move at all with his magic power. He should be no different from a mortal. How can he be unscathed?" The great monk who transformed the gods looked at Qin Xuan in disbelief.
Liu Wu's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he put away his horror. He looked at Qin Xuan in disbelief, "This gray robe on your body is actually a treasure?"
Even though there was no slight fluctuation in spiritual power, this gray robe was able to block the magic sword of a great monk who transformed into gods.
Chin
This gray coat is even more like Taotie's skin. Even if he has not refined it, the most basic defense is enough to compare with a seventh-grade magic weapon.
Just like what he said, how could a mere magic sword hurt him? In fact, he couldn't even feel any pain.
"I want to see, so what if it's a robe? How much can you block?" The great monk who used the magical sword before was a little angry. He was afraid of directly injuring Qin Xuan to death, so he held back, but this time
For a moment, he took action with all his strength and unleashed all his power as a low-level god.
From his hand, a white flame emerged. The white flame was like a spiritual snake, twisting in the air.
"Junior brother Chang Ming!" Some of the great monks who transformed themselves into gods frowned, and they naturally recognized the spiritual skills that Chang Ming had used.
The seventh-level spiritual art, the White Flame Snake Art, is enough to burn all things. When the white flame snake comes out, the temperature around it increases by an unknown amount, like a furnace.
Liu Wu slowly raised his hand, "Don't worry, Chang Ming should be measured!"
I saw the great cultivator of the Transformation God with anger all over his face, and he suddenly shouted, "Go!"
The white flame snake fell on Qin Xuan, and in an instant, Qin Xuan's body was filled with fierce white flames.
"So what if you have the treasured clothes? Now that you don't have any magic power, you can't use the power of the treasured clothes. I want to see how long you can withstand the pain of the burning flames!" The great monk looked at him with a sinister smile.
With Qin Xuan.
This white flame burned everything, covering Qin Xuan's body. I saw that the grass under Qin Xuan's feet had long been burned, and even the earth was almost dry and appeared scorched.
But Qin Xuan was in the white flames, his expression remained unmoved, and he saw the flames falling on his neck, face, and even hair.
From beginning to end, Qin Xuan never showed any sign of pain.
"Your spiritual skills are too useless!"
Under the increasingly horrified gazes of many great cultivators of the God Transformation, Qin Xuan, surrounded by white flames, slowly spoke.
"This is impossible!"
The great monk who took action turned pale in an instant. He used the White Flame Snake Technique with all his strength, but he couldn't even burn a strand of the opponent's hair.
How can it be!
He is just a high-grade golden elixir monk. Could it be that he was transformed into a real dragon?
Everyone, including Liu Wu, looked at Qin Xuan in disbelief.
"Let me give it a try!" a great cultivator of the Transformation God shouted. He condensed the secret in his hand, and suddenly, a bolt of thunder fell on Qin Xuan's body.
I saw the thunder filled the air, intertwined with the white flames, but Qin Xuan still couldn't
His voice and color are as moving as the breeze on his face.
"Is this thunder technique of yours used to kill chickens?" Qin Xuan turned his eyes and spoke words that made the high-level monk who was a middle-level god-transformer extremely angry.
"you wanna die!"
"I'll give it a try. I don't believe it. Could this kid be a dragon or a phoenix? Is it difficult to be harmed by any means!?" A great cultivator of the Transformation God shouted. He refined the magic weapon in his hand, a seventh-grade long sword, and directly
Cut to Qin Xuan.
boom!
Qin Xuan's gray clothes heaved slightly, and the long sword fell on his chest, but Qin Xuan didn't even step back.
However, Qin Xuan still felt the pain. Even with the Taotie leather robe, it was difficult to isolate the pain.
"What!?"
"I come!"
Another great cultivator of the Spiritual Transformation spoke up, and one of them was seen holding a spiritual needle, directly sacrificing it, and it turned into a stream of light and fell down, but it was just a white mark here on the gray clothes.
Some people were holding seventh-grade magic weapons and slashed at Qin Xuan's chest, while others were holding flying swords and slashing at Qin Xuan's legs.
A series of weapons, spiritual skills, ice, fire, thunder and lightning suddenly fell on Qin Xuan.
Qin Xuan's body seemed to be as tall as a towering one. No matter how many weapons and weapons fell on him, he could not be harmed in the slightest.
"This is impossible!"
"Even dragons and phoenixes will still be hurt!"
"Even a body-refining cultivator in the realm of divine transformation would never have such a body!"
A great monk named Huashen became increasingly pale, and there was even fear in his eyes.
There is also a person with murderous intent in his eyes. This person must not be left behind.
He can achieve this with his body alone. If his magic power is restored...many of the great monks who transform themselves into gods will only feel a chill in their bones.
"I don't believe you can escape unscathed!" Suddenly, a great monk who transformed into a god shouted angrily.
I saw a big ax flying out of his hand and slashing directly towards Qin Xuan's neck.
"No!" The other great monks of the Transformation of God couldn't help but shouted angrily.
They had never used magic weapons to chop at Qin Xuan's head and neck before. After all, they were vital points. They wanted to seize the inheritance from Qin Xuan, so naturally they didn't want to kill Qin Xuan now.
After taking action, the great cultivator of Transformation God suddenly woke up and suddenly put away his magic power, but it was too late.
I saw that the big ax had landed on Qin Xuan's neck, and with a crisp sound, the ax blade struck Qin Xuan's neck and made a sound of metal clashing.
"What!?"
This big ax is a seventh-grade magic weapon, and Qin Xuan's neck is not protected by a leather robe, so it can't cut through this person's body?
At this moment, Liu Wu suddenly said, "That's enough!"
He looked at Qin Xuan in his eyes, with murderous intent, shock and greed in his brows.
I saw a trace of blood slipping silently where the ax blade touched Qin Xuan's neck.
Qin Xuan's neck was cut slightly. Although the blood vessels were not damaged, he was still injured.
This scene made the great monk who was present feel better. He almost attributed what he had seen before to the Taotie leather robe on Qin Xuan's body. If someone could really compete with the magic weapon with a flesh and blood body, it would be too terrifying.
What's more, Qin Xuan is not only a top-grade golden elixir, but also a top-grade god-transformation body-refining cultivator, which is extremely incredible to them.
Qin Xuan felt the pain on his neck, his eyes were slightly cold, "This knockdown is good, it can hurt me!"
Suddenly, Liu Wu's face was shocked. He saw Qin Xuan, who was bound by the divine rope, quietly stretched out his palm and suddenly pinched the big ax. Then he exerted great force, and blood appeared on his arm.
Pattern.
"In that case, you should also try the power of this axe!"
boom!
As Qin Xuan suddenly swung his arm, he saw the giant ax turning back at an extremely fast speed, directly passing over the neck of the high-grade god-transformation monk.
Suddenly, the head soared into the sky, and blood flowed like
spring.
Qin Xuan stepped on his feet and escaped from the binding rope. From within the binding rope, a golden light flew up and landed on Qin Xuan's shoulder.
Dajin'er fluttered its wings and neighed, as if asking for credit.
Qin Xuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, stepped on his feet, and used the Golden Peng Body. Before the great monks of the Transformation God could wake up from the shock, his fists suddenly landed on two of the low-level monks of the Transformation Soul.
Boom boom!
I saw the blood and bones of the two low-level monks who transformed into gods suddenly exploded inch by inch, turning into blood mist all over the sky.
An indifferent voice came from the blood mist, "You seemed to enjoy it before!"
Qin Xuan stepped on it, and the blood mist immediately spread to the surrounding area.