Peerless Battle Spirit

The first thousand six hundred and ninety-nine chapter white one sword

His gaze was fixed on Qin Nan's body.

Between the time of the day, the atmosphere in the entire hall was solidified, and it seemed as if there was a peerless beast in the midst of it.

"This Qinnan is finished."

"Even if he has a big man behind him, he can't save him now."

"It’s a pity that it’s such a genius to step into the realm."

Among the halls, a monk, could not help but shook his head.

Especially those fairy gods, they did not intend to shoot.

If they are elsewhere, they may consider it, but in this vast world, that is simply impossible.

"Qinnan, Qinnan, I have regarded you as an enemy of my life. I didn't expect you to fall so soon."

Xiaopeng Wang Wanxi saw this, and the laughter in his heart stopped, and there was a hint of mercy in his eyes.

At this point, he no longer has to hate Qinnan.

"Blood Saint Immortal!"

The middle-aged man took the shot, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a great demon, holding a blood knife, and his feet were empty, deterring all directions.

"You can't think about it!"

At this critical juncture, Qiu Hong did not have the slightest thought. He screamed and screamed, and there were countless runes that evolved into an ancient illusion.

He once said that his life was given by Qin Nan.

In this world, he has no relatives, even if he dies, he will not let Qin Nan die.

"Get out of my way!"

The middle-aged man screamed, and the big hand took a shot. The horrible power directly shattered the rune of Qiu Hong’s body, causing the latter to fly straight out and squat on the distant wall.

The difference between the fairy and the **** is not a fraction of a half.

Of course, he also knows Qiu Hong’s identity and does not directly carry it.

"dead!"

The middle-aged man has come to Qinnan, the blood knife, just lifted up, facing Qinnan, straight down.

The light of the blood shone through the entire hall.

Everyone's breathing, the subconsciously held up, there is an invisible solidification.

This person who is about to die is not an ordinary person, but a Genius genius who has stepped into the realm.

"There has been this, and there is no other way!"

Between the electric and the Flint, among the Qinnan eyes, they were exposed.

On his body, there is also a mark left by the **** of war.

God of War left him with a will, as long as the imprint is impressed, it can resolve all crises.

"I hope that the power of this imprint is even stronger than I thought -"

There is a thought in Qin Nan’s heart.

It is best to destroy the entire Wantian Tianyu and then defeat these Tianxian strongmen one by one.

"Give me a hand!"

Just in the midst of this millennium, a fierce scream, like a thunderstorm.

Immediately afterwards, all kinds of formations outside the main hall were extremely terrible, and all broke.

A fairy-colored hand with a blue color, with the thunder and lightning, toward the middle-aged man, slap it.

"broken!"

The middle-aged man's face changed, and he felt a huge pressure. All the magical power broke out in the moment, and he was injected into the blood knife to smash the big hand.

"who?"

There are no real people and other elders, and other elders, their faces have changed and their momentum has spread.

"Someone is going to save Qinnan?"

The monks of other forces have a look.

According to common sense, even if there is a Gai hegemon behind Qin Nan, it is impossible to come to Wanzhang Tianyu in such a fast time.

Even Qin Nan, his face was exposed to the smear of color.

It’s hard to be a bronze mirror.

"Oh, you are really not overbearing, directly convicting people, and then killing people."

With a sneer, three figures came from outside the main hall.

Two of them, dressed in white robes and white gauze, could not see the true content.

The first person is a platinum robes, with four big swords, and no expression on his face, giving people an invisible oppression and deterrence, which makes people dare not rumor.

"White One Sword Jun under the Emperor of the Floating King?"

“Is it true that Qin Nan is a true disciple of the floating king?”

Some other powerful powers recognized the identity of the incoming person in an instant.

Bai Yijian Jun, in the entire upstairs of the small fairyland, identity status and reputation, etc., are not weaker than the real people, but also a lot higher.

After all, Bai Yijian Jun, in addition to mastering the four poles of martial arts, has also reached the Tianxian cultivation, as long as it is elevated to the peak of Tianxian, it can be called the hegemonic hegemon.

"It turns out that you are a descendant of the floating king. It seems that I completely guessed it wrong before."

Xu Xianzhi looked at Qin Nan and smiled a little, like a blooming flower.

Although there is some deviation from her imagination, the floating king is one of the ancient kings in the sky.

"I am not his descendant."

Qin Nan shook his head.

"You are not his descendant?"

Xu Xianzhi has a pretty face: "How can the White Sword Jun come to save you?"

Her question is also the doubt in Qin Nan’s heart.

Just waiting for Qin Nan to come and ask, no Ding real face cold, asked: "White one, what do you mean? Do you want to be an enemy for us?"

Bai Yijian Jun snorted and said: "It is not for you and I can decide this kind of thing for the enemy, but this son, we took it today."

After saying this, he did not pay attention to the real person, directly shattered the prison of Qin Nan, ready to take Qinnan.

"You can't think about it!"

Wu Dingzhen and the other nine elders, not to mention, directly hit the amazing fairy, evolved into a variety of killing tricks, Qi Qi fell.

"If it is a war, I am willing to accompany you!"

Bai Yijian’s footsteps swayed, and the four ancient swords behind him were instantly sheathed, and hundreds of swords and squads evolved, and ten people were regretted.

The two heavenly peaks around him, the dawn of a glimpse, the French and Indians, thousands of blue-light dragons, Qi Qi emerged, the entire hall, shaking it.

"Is this going to war?"

The monks of other forces, as well as the strong, have a glimpse of their hearts.

"White one sword, you have to think clearly, you are now in the sky! If you really do, today you four people, I want to leave here!"

No Ding real people are holding on to the fire and whispering.

"A big tone! There is no Ding Xiaozi. You are still only a fairy. If you have not become a true hegemonic hegemon, would you dare to speak like this?"

At this time, a faint voice, from the depths of the day, slowly drifted down.