Qiao An was cold and arrogant, and his words echoed over the entire Shenbao Lake. For a moment, he felt as if he had become possessed by a demon. He was swollen with violent fierce light in his eyes, and his black hair was dancing like a dragon and a snake. His spotless top exploded under the surging chaotic energy, revealing his extremely strong upper body.

The bronze skin is crystal clear and shiny, with a faint glow, and the raised muscle lines are clearly distinguished, as if carefully carved from marble, exuding an unparalleled masculinity and the beauty of power.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth from all directions rushed in like dragons, sank into Qiao An's almost perfect body. As the mysterious skill was madly running, his vitality was still growing at an astonishing rate.

The gray-black chaotic energy intertwined and solidified on his body, and faintly turned into a mysterious armor. Its style was ancient and engraved with carved words. There were 365 hidden star lights flashing on it, as if silently expounding the mystery of the beginning of heaven and earth, the beginning of everything, and the great way had not yet come out.

This is a vision that naturally appeared after Qiao An's divine vein was added. It really made him happy. He could clearly feel the power brought by this armor, and he wished that there would be a refreshing battle right now.

The practitioners present were captured by his "bold words".

The long white eyebrows flew on the face of the abbot of Kobayashi, and the surging energy flowed around him. Behind him, a golden statue of the Buddha Lord with kind eyebrows appeared. He put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the donor is indeed deeply possessed by the devil. He is mad and arrogant! Today, even if I give up this stinky skin, I will save you!"

When Wang Teng, the purple-clothed marquis, heard the beautiful name of "gibbon", his forehead was bulging with blue veins. He has been rampant for decades, and now he has entered the sixth-level realm that is almost like a god and a demon. Wherever he goes, he is not calling the wind and rain. Today, he is here. A junior has repeatedly been defeated in his hands, and has already filled his chest with anger and has a determined desire to kill.

After retreating aside with Qiao An's distraction just now, he reached out to pull out a purple-flame sword from the magic weapon Qiankun bag on his waist, and said coldly: "Ignorance, relying on some physical hardness. Today I will let you see what martial arts is, Haoran will last forever, and a knife will cut off your soul!"

The next moment, the sword energy was nearly a hundred feet long, and the purple energy came from the east to cover the sun. A sword light that was unparalleled in the killing and killing sword spanned the heaven and earth, slashing towards Qiao An.

This terrifying knife pose once again bursts of exclamations from the crowd.

An old cultivator said in horror: "This is the strongest martial arts that Wang Teng relied on to dominate the world in the past. Legend has it that he created this move himself, killing eight master-level figures in one day, and then calmly breaking into the sixth-level realm and becoming an invincible Xuan Realm powerhouse!"

Another hidden old man nodded and said, "Yes, it is said that the reason he retired was to perfect the sword that cut off the soul. Before he went into seclusion that day, he said that the day he left the prison was when the sword cut off the soul! This was a sword that was enough to kill the god!"

There is no way to avoid it, and with one knife, no ghosts and gods will be left behind!

Qiao An was once again trapped in a siege, with Wang Teng's sixth-level god-killing soul-breaking sword in front of him, and behind him with the immeasurable golden body of the Buddhist sect by the abbot of Kolin Temple. It can be said that there is a wolf in front and a tiger behind him.

But the more this is, the more it can stimulate the warlike blood factor in Qiao An's body. He let out a soul-catching roar, and the crystal clear time and space debris danced wildly around him, facing Wang Teng's peerless sword light!

Even the abbot of Kobayashi Temple behind him was stunned by this behavior, subconsciously slowed down, and saw the dazzling purple sword light that was radiant and radiant, forcing several feet into the moment Qiao An's hands.

Like a smooth and bright purple moon, it cut open the gray-black chaotic armor in front of Qiao An's chest and penetrated into his marble-like strong chest and chamber. The next moment, red blood splattered, dyeing half of Qiao An's body red.

It's really broken...

Wang Teng, the purple-clothed marquis, had a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth, and looked at the sword in his hand and said lightly: "This is the end of self-righteousness. Ignorance, how can my sword be so easy to catch? Return to Jiuyou! May you be a low-key person in the next life!"

While speaking, he still did not stop his attack. The violent energy in the middle stage of the sixth level was poured into Qiao An's body through the Purple Flame Sword, which would inevitably destroy the meridians in his body and completely cut off all the vitality of Qiao An!

"Xiao An!!"

"Son-in-law!!"

......

Outside the battlefield, Fang Xuanji and Qiao Feng exclaimed together. Qiao Ping looked at the chopped grandson with a strange look. His perspective was different from them. What others saw was that Qiao An had his most powerful body broken by a magic weapon, and blood was splattered three feet away, as if in danger. But what he saw was that the hot fire of life in his grandson's body became more and more prosperous, and a vaguely wave of life that symbolized destruction moved from his grandson's heart to his throat!

"hehe......"

After a moment of silence, Qiao An, who was facing Wang Teng, slowly raised his head from the shadows. The wind blew the messy long hair on his forehead. He smiled brilliantly, and the exposed white teeth were stained with bright blood and dazzling golden flames.

"you......"

Wang Teng felt a warning in his heart, and with the instinct of a warrior, he immediately wanted to withdraw.

But it's too late.

Qiao An's throat rolled, and a ball of hot golden divine fire burst out from his mouth, as if the breath of an angry dragon, the roar of the crazy dragon, accompanied by the breath of destruction, swallowed Wang Teng's arrogant face in the blink of an eye.

Innate Nirvana Divine Fire!!

This supreme flame, obtained from the phoenix in the heavenly level, performed a miraculous effect at this moment!

A turnaround!

"Ah...ah...ah!!!"

Wang Teng screamed, as if he had suffered the punishment of the soul-devouring of thousands of ghosts. His entire head turned into a golden torch, and even the mid-stage sixth-level unparalleled energy could not be extinguished for a while.

At the same time, Qiao An took action. The star eyes that had practiced the Heavenly Eye Technique burst out from his eyes, and looked through the route of qi in his body. With a lightning speed, he pulled out the purple battle knife on his chest, injected violent chaotic energy and slashed it out with one knife, slashing the vital points between Wang Teng's lower abdomen, breaking his mysterious skills. There was a blood shadow attached to the sword, and he took the opportunity to follow the wound, sucking water like a dragon, and plundering a large amount of essence and blood in his body when Wang Teng could not resist.

While killing the enemy, there were golden flames pounding in the bloody knife wound on Qiao An’s chest, turning into an unparalleled essence of life, quickly repairing the injury, allowing him to return to his peak state in the shortest time.

As one goes up and down, the balance of victory has begun to tilt towards Joan.

"Damn it!!"

At this time, the abbot of Kobayashi Temple behind him also reacted, and was immediately furious and quickly joined the battlefield for support. He jumped dozens of feet, as if flying in the air, and slapped with a palm. The eighth-foot golden body behind him was synchronized with him, like the angrily eyes of the Vajra, the Buddha was angry, and the wind surging wherever the huge light palm passed, sweeping across thousands of troops and destroying everything.

"Good come!"

Joan laughed and turned to meet this great monk who had been moving around the world for decades.

At this moment, his evil appearance was revealed, his vitality swelled up, and the chaotic armor on his body condensed a little more. His movements were simple and powerful to the extreme, and he punched the Buddha's hand that covered the sky.

"Chew!"

It was like a red-burned knife cut into butter.

Qiao An's fist wrapped in the chaotic energy, with the characteristic of destroying everything, the moment he met the light palm transformed by the Buddhist qi, it was completely destroyed and dissipated like smoke.

This is the terrible chaotic attribute. No matter how pure it is in the same level, the thick qi will be restrained, decomposed and assimilated by the power of the origin of all things.

The golden body was broken, and Qiao An's iron fist hit the palm of the abbot of Kobayashi.

An old warrior faced a monster like Qiao An, without any qi protecting his body. The result can be imagined! A pure huge force poured from his palm to his arms, and the terrifying force shock instantly shattered the entire arm bone of Kobayashi's abbot, who was no longer young.

With just one blow, Qiao An caused the old monk who had been hovering in front of the sixth-level domain to be severely injured. He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood with a "puff!" and his right arm collapsed softly.

He looked at Joan incredibly: "What is this power that is like the origin of chaos?!"

Faced with this strange and domineering power that had never been heard in the cultivation world, the old monk was full of curiosity, because he was neither true qi nor magic, but he had the attribute of chaos and breaking all things. It can be said that he set a precedent for ancient and modern times. He keenly sensed that perhaps this was the root of the power of this genius boy.

Qiao An had no intention of hiding it, and answered coldly: "This is the chaotic energy created by my martial arts and demons, and at the same level, I will break all the laws in the world!"

The abbot of Kobayashi Temple suffered heavy damage like gold paper, and his hands clasped together and said, "Okay, okay, okay! What a chaotic energy, worthy of being a little martial god who masters martial arts! Everyone, are you still fighting for the divine treasure? If you don't take action at this time, ten years later, no one in the world can control him!"

Hearing the old monk's voice transmission, a trace of struggle appeared on the elegant fairy, pure and refined pretty face in the sky, but when I thought of the terrifying demon shadow deep in the holy land, I finally gritted my teeth and chose to rush to the Shenbao Lake, leaving a word with apology in the air: "Sorry, Senior Brother, this treasure is of great use to my Dantai Holy Land. I forgive me for not being able to clone today!"

The Great Demon King Huntian laughed loudly when he heard this, and the gods and demons behind him flapped up. He followed the leader of Dan Tai and rushed up again. The two of them fought again around the left hand of the gods. The pure white and red light continued to burst out, and the jade lotus petals of the Yali Immortal were flying around, like a divine sword in the heavens, with attack and defense in one.

The burly and tall figure of the Great Demon King was like a god or a demon. He held the Fangtian Painted Spear and blew the dazzling light of killing, slashing horizontally and vertically at the Yulian Platform, and the clanging sounds were endless. The scattered energy of the two men stirred up thousands of waves in the lake. Many water monsters living in it were affected by these two forces and were directly broken into two pieces or crushed to pieces.

On the other side, the beautiful woman who walked out of Wuyou Palace frowned her beautiful brows, hesitated for a moment, then slapped the Lord of Destruction and rushed towards here.

She was dressed in a black dress, dressed like a flower, with a peerless charm between her eyebrows and eyes. She took dozens of feet apart, floating like an immortal, urging her peerless skills to control a black silk to sweep across, crossing between Qiao An and the abbot of Xiaolin Temple, preventing him from further hurting the old monk: "Young Master Qiao, please forgive me if you want to forgive me. You have killed these two people at this time, and the power of the holy land of good and evil will be tilted in a moment. It will break the long-standing balance of the cultivation world, and for the sake of the world, I have to take action, and I hope we can forgive me!"

Qiao An snorted coldly: "You are not qualified yet!" He would never give up. He wanted to make peace. Why didn't he stand up when Wang Teng of Zixiao Palace attacked him before? Now he is just trying to make a fuss with him!

The dazzling time and space fragments were flying, and without the constraints of Wang Teng's mid-stage sixth-level domain, Qiao An's ghostly speed was no longer available to balance.

However, he did not go to pursue the old monk of Xiaolin Temple, but appeared immediately next to Wang Teng who was stumbled to the edge of the battlefield and sneered: "Want to run away?! I said you will die today. I can't save you even if the king comes. Let's bury your soul here!"

At this time, Wang Teng was not only burned by the innate Nirvana God Fire, but even the essence and blood in his body were swallowed by the Blood God Son, and he was unable to resist at all. If it were ordinary people, he would have died long ago, but he could survive. It is not difficult to see the vitality of the sixth-level warrior. If he was given a certain amount of time, Wang Teng was confident that he would be able to recover again.

So the abbot of Kobayashi helped him block Qiao An for a moment, allowing him to exterminate the golden divine fire on his head, hoping that Wang Teng could escape.

But Qiao An's energy has been locked firmly in him, and he will not let this happen at all. As a time traveler, how can he not understand the principle of cutting grass without eradicating the roots and reborn again?

The moment he appeared, a death crisis hit Wang Teng's heart.

He knew that the end of the world was approaching, but he didn't want to die, and he still made the final struggle, desperately lifting up his true energy, and taking a step forward.

When the spectator next to him saw him running over, he was instantly frightened and retreated like a tide, leaving a large piece of wasteland, fearing that he would be affected.

Qiao An looked at Wang Teng's back as he fled in a panic, and indifferently waved his purple sword to draw a perfect arc in the air. This was the kiss of the god of death, and cut off the head of Wang Teng, who had already been burned to death without recognizing his face and was as hideous as an evil ghost.

There was no trace of blood splattering outside the place where the head was broken, and the essence and blood in his body had been sucked clean by the Blood God Son who was attached to the sword in an instant.

A great master fell, and a legend disappeared...

Seeing the old friend die, the old monk was in a state of grief and anger: "The evil demon!! My Xiaolin Temple lineage and Zixiao Palace will never stop with you from today!"

Qiao An quickly digested the huge life energy of the mid-stage sixth-level warrior. Two divine lights burst out from his eyes. He looked at the remaining monk and a woman and said in a cold voice: "You will always kill them. You are all old, so you won't even understand this principle, right?"

During the time of speaking, silver deified acupoints appeared in the five internal organs. After swallowing such a peak state of the sixth-level mid-stage warrior, Qiao An deified ten acupoints in one breath, and the divine veins between the acupoints were connected, and a more complex set of mysterious skills appeared.

At the same time, Qiao An's speed of devouring the spiritual energy in all directions was even more amazing, just like a young god who only exclaimed the old and the new, and how the spiritual energy rolled down, drowned him in it, and his whole body exuded great majesty.

From the first level of deification of one acupoint and the second level of deification of ten acupoints, to the third level of his current level, he has deified twenty acupoints, but there is still no trend of promotion. It is like a bottomless pit, and I don’t know how many resources to fill in to go further.

Qiao An on the battlefield became stronger and stronger, and his aura was as strong as a mountain. The Palace Master of Wuyou Palace who faced him was almost overwhelmed.

At this time, the beautiful woman, who was as careful as hair, looked at Qiao An's eyes with a hint of fear, then pointed to the bodies of Nangong Yan and Wang Teng who had become mummies and retorted: "After that being said, Senior Brother Yuankong is right. You are indeed a peerless evil demon. You actually practice the terrifying blood cultivation method. With the essence and blood of warriors as resources, no wonder your cultivation has improved so quickly. God knows how many creatures you have slaughtered in secret. Killing you is really a way for heaven!"
Chapter completed!