Xuanhuan: Unparalleled Prince, Conquer the Heavens!

in a blink.

Wen Ruo is the only top expert in Wanglong Academy.

Standing in Wanglong Academy, he witnessed the death of the three vice presidents, his face was pale, and there was no trace of blood left.

subconsciously
Wen Ruo leaned against the pillar beside him, it seemed that only by doing so could he feel a sense of security.

"continue!"

Qin Wudao held Xuanyuan Sword and walked towards Wen Ruo.

Wen Ruo stared at Qin Wudao, until now, he still didn't understand why Qin Wudao, who was only in the first ancestor state, could defeat him?

This is unreasonable!
"stop!"

When Qin Wudao was ten miles away from Wanglong Academy, Wen Ruo shouted loudly: "Qin Wudao, are you really going to fight to the death?"

Qin Wudao paused, and looked at Wen Ruo suspiciously.

The fish died and the net was broken?

This is not right!

Does Wanglong Academy still have a backup?

Thinking of this, Qin Wudao took out the Creation Chair, and after sitting in the Creation Chair, his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, and he advanced from the First Ancestor Realm to the First Ancestor Realm under a pair of horrified eyes.

After the realm was improved, Qin Wudao did not charge recklessly, put down the Xuanyuan sword, and took out the golden longbow from the portable space.

Then, with both arms, he drew the bow like a full moon.

hum!
all of a sudden.

All the Dao rhymes from this side of the world gathered together, condensed into a golden arrow, and shot towards Wen Ruo.

The arrow pierced through the air and turned into a golden dragon, piercing through layers of time and space.

Wen Ruo's pupils suddenly shrunk into needlepoints, and he used his divine power crazily, exerting his body skills to the extreme, walking through the time and space, only to avoid the arrows dangerously.

He can avoid it, but Wanglong Academy behind him cannot avoid it.

boom!
The antique Wanglong Academy was directly pierced by arrows, leaving a huge hole.

"Qin Wudao, you are courting death!"

On the pavilion in the distance, Wen Ruo's body emerged. Looking at the destroyed school, his eyes turned red instantly, his heart was bleeding, and he roared angrily.

Qin Wudao picked out his ears, he has heard such words for many years!

But he is still alive and well.

On the contrary, it was the enemies, who all fell to the ground and died forever.

"Second arrow!"

Qin Wudao smiled slightly, and drew the longbow again.

Aim at Wen Ruo!

This time, if Wen Ruo didn't dodge, he was able to dodge, so what about the academy?
As a reader!

He regards the academy as more important than his own life!

"Die!"

Wen Ruo showed a look of resentment, and took out a token from the portable space.

This is a white token, shaped like a short sword. On the front of the token, there is a flamboyant character 'hold', exuding a peerless sharpness, tearing apart the surrounding time and space.

Without any further hesitation, he immediately crushed it vigorously.

boom!
A white sword light soared into the sky, shattering countless layers of time and space.

Qin Wudao stopped shooting arrows. He looked at the shattered time and space, and his face, which had not changed significantly from the beginning to the end, finally became a bit dignified.

Behind him, the hidden powers of the Great Qin Yun Dynasty emerged, with divine light lingering around him, making his face unrecognizable, but with a terrifying power that penetrated the world, sweeping across time and space.

At first glance, I thought the origin of the ancestral Tao was empty.

Terrible!
Wen Ruo looked up at the sky with an excited look on his face.

Hundreds of billions of years ago.

By chance.

He did a small favor to the sword holder, and in return, the sword holder gave him this token, which sealed a sword energy.

The sword spirit of the sword bearer!

This is also the reason why Wen Ruo is reluctant to use it!

As long as he holds this token, he will be invincible in the ancestral realm, and when encountering unsolvable problems, he can also rely on this token to ask the sword-wielder for help.

boom!
under the stars.

In that shattered time and space, a sound of a sword's cry came out, clear and sweet, eclipsing the war swords at the boundary of Wanglong Academy, and hiding their sharpness.

Of course, except for Xuanyuan Sword.

Qin Wudao has never seen a weapon that can deflate Xuanyuanjian since he practiced.

Immediately afterwards, a sky-reaching avenue stretched out from unknown time and space, passing through time and time, and on the avenue, a phantom wearing a white robe walked out, holding a battle sword.

After a few steps, the sword-wielding man walked out of the space passage, his body was lonely and arrogant, and he stood alone in the world.

"See senior!"

Wen Ruo quickly saluted.

The sword-wielding man stood in the void, motionless, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

This avatar is just a part of the fighting consciousness of the sword-wielding person, without any spiritual intelligence, and it will disappear in smoke after a single strike.

Wen Ruo was a little disappointed.

But soon, he calmed down, pointed at Qin Wudao and said, "Senior, please!"

boom!
The sword bearer's eyes froze and suddenly became sharp.

He slowly raised his sword.

Cut it casually.

Without any skill, without using any supernatural powers, and without any earth-shattering momentum, it was just an ordinary sword.

But at this moment, the world was paled.

God, suddenly dark!

A jet-black destructive sword energy emerged, cutting down from a high altitude, shattering thousands of ancestral ways, causing the entire river of time to tremble slightly.

At the same time, in the long river of time, countless souls suddenly felt palpitations.

It was as if something terrible had happened.

Qin Wudao glanced at the black sword energy, and felt that his five sense organs were sealed, he was in a small dark house, and was still falling, and he was about to fall into a certain place of death.

This is the artistic conception space of sword energy!
Not broken.

It cannot be defended.

Qin Wudao stabilized his mind, swung the Xuanyuan Sword, and slashed at the pitch-black void.

The golden sword glow flickered.

You can vaguely see the surrounding environment, and you can see a sword qi cutting straight down above your head.

Dark and deep!

It seems to be above ten thousand ways, above heaven and earth.
at this time.

Qin Wudao saw that in the pitch-black house, countless ancestors stood upright, shivering under the pressure of the sword of the ancestors of chaos, but with the tenacity of pines and cypresses, standing proudly.

At a certain moment, these ancestors merged to form a Dao sword.

Dao sword slashed.

Just like the blow of creation before the world was opened, when the sword light passed, large areas of light shone in, dispelling the darkness.

In the light, Qin Wudao saw Lao Tzu's figure, white hair flying, sleeves fluttering, index finger and middle finger pointing straight at the sky.

The sword energy from the sword-wielding man trembled violently.

Most of the power of destruction dissipated.

But the power contained in the sword qi is still very terrifying, affecting the face of the sky, and the power of destruction constantly emerges, trying to make up the cut made by the Dao sword and erase all light.

At this time, in the pitch-black starry sky, a lofty, sacred, and supreme aura spread down, obliterating the sword intent of destruction.

The crowd looked up.

At the end of their field of vision, they saw a roll of jade list, which was slowly opening, and countless rays of light hung down, constructing a fairyland in the dark world.

This list is named
Conferred God List!
but.

This is not the real list of gods, but the magic power used by Jiang Ziya.

"Exorcism!"

Jiang Ziya's old voice came out.

The Conferred Gods List was blazing brightly.

Under the radiance of these divine lights, the Destroying Sword Qi melted as quickly as ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.

Soon.

The world is cleared and restored to its original appearance!