Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 2679: Not at 1 level

　　 One technique breaks ten thousand laws, and one person crushes the seven kings.

Ling Xian stood proudly in the galaxy, the fairy sword swept across the world, with unparalleled edge, forcing the seven strongest men to retreat.

This is his current strength.

The strongest man who can fight against Pangu and Hongjun is not his opponent at all.

The gods of the universe were all dumbfounded. Even Long Wushuang, who is comparable to the ancestor dragon and not weaker than the sky demon, is unbelievable.

She finally understood why Ling Xian let them leave. It was not arrogance, but that she could slaughter the sanctuary army on her own.

The enlightened people in the sanctuary were also dumbfounded, like falling into an ice cave, all over the body with cold.

One person swept through the Seven Saint Kings and broke the invincibility technique with one method. With such terrible strength, who can fight against it?

Boom!

Suppressing the seven kings, the sword opened the world, Ling Xian stood still, and the seven strongest ones could hardly get close to him and hardly hurt others.

This is still under the circumstance of using all your strength.

The holy king is the king of gods and true immortals, and Lingxian is the king of holy kings. Compared with him, the seven most powerful ones are like a child holding a wooden sword and can't hurt him.

Clang!

The fairy sword breaks the holy axe and destroys the world with one palm. Ling Xian is still motionless, calm and calm.

It seems that the opponent is not the seven strongest people, but seven wisps of breeze, which can only make the corners of his clothes lightly and Hei Qingwu.

Boom!

With a thousand thoughts and a thousand swords, the fairy king Xuanhuang did his best, the starry sky shattered, and the world collapsed.

The green lotus is swaying, the Tao is annihilated, and the immortal king of Wudao blocks the wasteland with one thought, and the time and space are still.

The remaining five strongest players have made their moves, all of which are the invincible methods of the two worlds, killing immortals and killing gods, and breaking the earth.

Everyone present was shocked, backed away extremely, and did not dare to approach.

With the full blow of the Seven Invincibles, Tianzun has to change color, even if it is just the aftermath, it cannot be blocked by the Holy Ancestor God's spirit.

However, Ling Xian was still calm and calm.

He is the king of the holy kings, and the destruction of heaven and earth is also the invincible law of the invincible law.

Boom!

Qianqiu swept away with one sword, and the seven kings were in a prestige town. Ling Xian used the strongest posture.

Especially the Saint King in black, coughing up blood, and his flesh is split apart.

Ling Xian is too strong, the more he is the two most powerful gods, even if he adds the Aotian Immortal King, he will not be an opponent.

"Ahem, how could he... be so strong?" The black-clothed saint king had no blood on his face, and his pride was shattered.

He never dreamed that the invincible Ten Thousand Realms himself would be beaten so badly, and he was teaming up with six strongest men.

The invincible beliefs of Xuanhuangxian Wang and others are also shattered.

The seven strongest men joined forces, but they couldn't even shake Ling Xian's head. It was undoubtedly a shame and shame.

"My enemy is not you, but Sanctuary Heavenly Dao." Ling Xian's expression was indifferent, and the implication was that he was the seven holy kings and was not worthy of his opponent.

This made the seven furious, and the holy ancestors and spirits were also intent to kill, but there was nothing to say.

The facts are in front of him, Ling Xian has left them far behind, and he is indeed not qualified to be his opponent.

"Each of you, your hands are covered with the blood of universe creatures, **** it." Ling Xian's expression was cold, and the world was shattered with a sword.

Suddenly, the screams were endless, and the galaxy was stained with blood.

The soul of the ancestor of the Xu clan is flying away, and the ancestor of the U clan is also destroyed, and there is no power to fight back.

Except for the two, the other enlightened people were also seriously injured. If it weren't for the seven strongest people, Ling Xian's sword would be able to send them on the road.

"So strong..."

The white-clothed Saint King has an ugly face. After entering the Saint King Realm, he doesn't know what it is like to be afraid or what it is like to be powerless.

At this moment, he tasted fear and powerlessness.

The same goes for the other six Xeons.

Ling Xian is really terrible, seeing them accustomed to the wind and waves, invincible in the world, they are also afraid and helpless.

"The last battle, maybe I will lose, but before I die, I will pull you back." Ling Xian's eyes flashed with cold light, stepping out, and the starry sky shattered.

The sword opened the road of Huangquan, swallowing nine heavens, he domineeringly broke the green lotus, smashed the thunder, and blasted the seven strongest back thousands of feet.

The red is falling and it is shocking. None of the seven strongest is intact, all of them are **** and seriously injured.

"It was a mistake to show up..." Xuanhuang Tiandi sighed, unable to hide his helplessness and regret.

The other three emperors also regretted it.

They thought that Ling Xian's strength was similar to their own at best, but they never thought that it was far better than their own.

Seven to one, neither is an opponent.

I knew this earlier, the Sifang Heavenly Emperor would never show up, and the three holy kings would not lead an army to march into the universe.

"To be precise, a fatal error."

"Sanctuary Tiandao is busy devouring the universe and heaven. It can't save you, and I won't let you go."

Ling Xian's expression is cold, and the victorious Tianbian leans toward the sanctuary, but it does not prevent him from sending the seven strongest people on the road.

The hands of the three holy kings are stained with the blood of the creatures of the universe, **** it, the Sifang Tiandi betrayed the universe even more, unforgivable.

"It's easy to defeat us, but it's impossible to get us on the road."

The black-clothed saint king gave Ling Xian a cold look. The vitality of the strongest is stronger than the life divine body, and it can be reborn with a drop of blood, and it can't be killed easily.

"Measure me by common sense, you made another fatal mistake."

Ling Xian stepped out, the afterimage stopped in place, his real body appeared in front of the black-clothed Saint King, and the man broke the holy axe with a sword, and this person followed in two.

What's even more amazing is that the destruction of the heavens and the earth keeps destroying the body of this person's holy soul, even if the vitality is as strong as the sea, it cannot be healed.

This changed the color of Xuanhuangxian Wang and others, knowing that Ling Xian was right, and that he had indeed made another fatal mistake.

For others, the strongest is hard to kill, but for Ling Xian, it is not difficult.

The difference in strength is huge, and the difference between cloud and mud is a bit exaggerated, but it is not exaggerated to describe it as sheep and wolf.

Therefore, the black-clothed saint king has no power to fight back, just a hundred breaths of time, it will be destroyed.

This made the holy ancestor look cold all over~IndoMTL.com~ I never thought that a supremely invincible holy king could be killed so easily by Ling Xian.

"It's your turn." Ling Xian's expression was indifferent.

In the past, he faced the Sifang Tiandi, and he had no power to fight back. Now, the Sifang Tiandi teamed up with the three holy kings, and he can't stop his edge.

This is growth, unprecedented growth.

At this moment, Ling Xian is the king of the immortal kings. If there is no Sanctuary Heavenly Way, he can be called the first person in all ages!

Boom!

The sky was red with blood, and the six strongest men tried their best, but they were still lost to Lingxian.

At this moment, they realized a cruel fact.

The status and status, the six are equal to Ling Xian, but their strengths are vastly different, and they are not qualified to fight him at all.

If the seven hadn't joined forces, they would have lost even worse.

"The number has long been meaningless to me. Seven or seventeen people can't hurt me." Ling Xian said lightly, not arrogant, but fact.

It's not on the same level at all, it's like a big difference, no matter how many people there are, the gap can't be smoothed out.

...

There is no Chapter Three.

(End of this chapter)

　　

　　 first set a small goal, such as 1 second remember: 　shukeju mobile version reading URL: