Two halves of the head became four and a half!
Sword again!
Sword again! !
Another sword! ! !
Because of the death of Nan Yunqing, who else in this world wants to kill Xuanyuan Emperor more than Xiao Wen? !
In the next five breath time, Xiao asked sword after sword to cut out, and cut Xuanyuan Huang’s strange head into hundreds in front of hundreds of millions of immortals and demon armies!
Xiao asked that every time he cut a sword, Xuanyuan Huang’s vitality would be weaker, but he still walked with it!
Now all his vitality is condensed into a frontal bone, which is quite weak.
At the seventh breath, Xiao asked to cut out the sword again and go straight to the frontal bone!
"When! ! ！”
"Whew …"
A strange scene happened. Because the frontal bone was too small, the Twelve Xiao Jian failed to cut it further, but flew it directly!
At this moment, suddenly ZiYan’s voice came from Xiao Wen’s mind: "Give it to me!" "
I don’t know when, life’s core monuments’s ghost spirit of Xuanyuan Emperor has disappeared, and Purple Yan is naturally free. At this time, she is the one who sees the problem most clearly and is most sure to solve the problem!
No restrictions, purple Yan teleport directly, intercepted before the frontal bone!
Purple Yan doesn’t stop, just blow it out!
One punch hit, the frontal bone flew out again, but there was a mass of gray smoke separated from it and flew backwards at a slightly slower speed than the frontal bone.
That’s the soul of Emperor Xuanyuan! Without any shelter, I have lost all my magical powers, and the weak soul can be blown away by a gust of wind!
Violet Yan’s left hand stretched out and put the soul in her hand.
"Good leader, what else do you have now?" Purple Yan holds Xuanyuan Huang’s little soul and asks cheerfully. (To be continued. . )
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Chapter six hundred and thirteen Call
Xuanyuan Huang’s everything related to strength was cut down by Xiao Wen, and only the soul was blown out of the forehead by Zi Yan, standing in the palm of Zi Yan’s hand weakly. After all, there are some exceptions to him. Otherwise, the soul of others who have been beaten to this extent has long dissipated. Why can he still be preserved?
However, even if it is preserved, it can’t lift a little wind and waves. He looks weak like a candle in the wind, and it seems that a casual person can blow him away.
When Xiao asked about the flying sword, he happened to see the weak soul of Xuanyuan Emperor looking at Purple Yan in horror, completely losing his heart.
At this moment, he is no longer the leader of the alliance of gods, the only god in the ancient world. He is not even an ordinary monk, but the smallest ant in the world that anyone can crush.
Xiao asked Zi Yan directly through the soul imprint: "What’s the matter?"
"It’s his own skill. If no one touches him, his soul should be able to stay in this state all the time, but his strength is gone." Purple Yan explained.
"Leave it to me."
Without further ado, Purple Yan turned and stretched out her hand, pursed her sexy lips slightly, and blew a sigh of relief at the soul of Xuanyuan Emperor.
Xuanyuan Huang immediately rolled two times involuntarily, and fell awkwardly into Xiao Wen’s hand.
When Emperor Xuanyuan stood up again, it happened to meet Xiao Wen.
Xuanyuan Huang finally recovered from the panic, completely accepted his life, and fell into Xiao Wen’s hands. What else does he have to say?
At this moment, he has been unable to say anything malicious and curse. Seems to be finally relieved, and then closed his eyes.