Qin Xuan and Tong Yuxian watched quietly. Suddenly, they chuckled.

And the genius of the Dingtian clan has completely fallen and has no chance of survival anymore.

"You probably don't have much immortal energy left in your body!" Tong Yuxian smiled faintly and looked into the distance. There were more than a thousand ancient geniuses of Daluo present, watching eagerly in the corner.

Hidden murderous intent.

"Not much!" Qin Xuan spat out two words lightly. At this moment, in the void, a line of

The colorless sword suddenly slashed towards Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan seemed to have noticed it a long time ago. He moved his palm and grasped the colorless sword.

Immortal Captor!

Qin Xuan looked into the distance and saw the ancient eighth-level golden immortal whose expression suddenly changed, and smiled indifferently, as if he were looking at an ant.

The next moment, the Eternal Sword vibrated in his other hand, knocking out the proud body of the Dingtian clan. Immediately, Qin Xuan slapped the end of the hilt of the Eternal Sword.

A sword shot through the air and flew across the sky and the earth. While the eighth-level golden immortal was avoiding in fear, the speed of the Eternal Sword suddenly doubled and turned into a ray of light, passing by the ancient eighth-level genius.

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The sword passes, and the genius dies!

Qin Xuan casually threw the colorless sword in his hand into the Daluo Xuanlong Gourd and stood with his hands behind his back.

He opened his thin lips slightly and added a sentence.

"Even so, how can it be..."
Chapter completed!