Chapter 690 Killing Fan Ye

Fan Ye stared at Qin Xuan, frowning slightly. He suddenly felt that Qin Xuan was a little different from before, but he didn't know what was different.

Qin Xuan's realm was still the third level of Yuan Wang, but there was an indomitable temperament in his eyes, which was extremely intimidating, and even he was shocked.

"I will do you a favor."

A sharp look flashed across Fan Ye's face, and the aura of fire surged around him. Fan Ye moved for the first time.

"Fan Ye finally moved, and the battle is about to end." The faces of the crowd couldn't help but condense. It seemed that Fan Ye was going to fight quickly and not give Qin Xuan any chance.

The eldest prince of the Great Brahma Dynasty was not in vain. He was extremely powerful in the rules of fire. Even those geniuses in the void might not be able to find a few people who could match him.

"Boom!"

A loud noise sounded in the void, and a figure bathed in flames rushed out, looking down, his fiery eyes were like two scorching suns, and everything he saw was penetrated by the light.

"Die."

An angry roar followed by a terrifying pressure descended upon the space where Qin Xuan was. Qin Xuan's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly felt a burning sensation, as if he was in an endless sea of ​​fire. The true essence in his body rolled and roared, as if it was about to boil.

However, the determination in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest, and he whispered in his heart: "Xingxuan Bian!"

Xingxuan Bian was a magical power that Qin Xuan had comprehended from the Starry Myriad Map after he was promoted to the Yuan King. It could stimulate the power of the stars in the Starry Myriad Map and integrate it into the flesh and blood of the whole body. The magical power would also be attached to the starry power in the attack, which was extremely powerful, but it had never been used.

The Starry Myriad Map was running wildly, and strands of pure and thick star light merged into Qin Xuan's blood, driving away all the burning air. Qin Xuan seemed to have undergone a great change, and his eyes became extremely bright, shining like stars, as if they contained a vast starry sky.

"Hmm? The power of stars?" Fan Ye's eyes condensed. This guy actually knows the power of stars?

Qin Xuan turned his eyes and fell on Fan Ye. His eyes like stars revealed a cold light. He raised the Tianqi Sword in his hand and shouted angrily: "Kill!"

The sword light was born, cold and sharp, wanting to freeze everything and tear the sky apart.

The Tianqi Sword slashed down angrily, and a sword light burst through the air. The terrifying aura oppressed it, so powerful that it was suffocating. Many people turned pale in an instant, and their blood rushed. This aura was so terrifying. Is this the majesty of the emperor?

The sword light penetrated the sky and the earth, directly breaking the pressure of the flames, and the momentum was still undiminished, and it went to kill Fan Ye.

The sharp murderous aura rushed to his face, wrapped in a gust of wind, blowing Fan Ye's clothes rustling, but his body remained motionless, and his eyes were like swords.

Although Fan Ye seemed calm on the surface, he was extremely uneasy in his heart. Qin Xuan's sword just now directly broke his pressure. How did he do it?

The crowd was dumbfounded when they saw this amazing scene. Their eyes were dull and they couldn't say a word.

A sword broke Fan Ye's pressure. Qin Xuan, holding the imperial weapon, could release such power. His momentum was no weaker than Fan Ye.

Was it Qin Xuan's own reason or the imperial weapon in his hand?

But no matter what the reason was, one thing was certain, that Qin Xuan now had enough strength to compete with Fan Ye.

This battle might not be so smooth, and there might be a turnaround.

Huo Ze's eyes flashed with a cold light. With Qin Xuan's cultivation level, it was good to be able to release one-tenth of the power of the imperial weapon, but even so, he couldn't have such terrible power.

Moreover, the sword light even made him feel a little threatened, which showed how terrible the sword was.

There is only one possibility that can make sense. The imperial weapon in Qin Xuan's hand is a top-grade imperial weapon, because only a top-grade imperial weapon can have such terrifying power.

Feng Tianyi stared at Qin Xuan, and the strong wind blew up his white robe, revealing his supreme grace. There was a bit of unfathomable meaning in his eyes, as if he wanted to see through Qin Xuan.

"This guy has a lot of secrets."

The most excited person at this time was Xuanyuan Potian.

Until this moment, Xuanyuan Potian really realized the evil of Qin Xuan. Qin Xuan just now seemed to have turned into an emperor, with a mighty and domineering aura, and even the eighth-level Yuan Wang realm powerhouse could not suppress it.

Qin Xuan didn't know that the sword just now caused so many people to be shocked. At this time, he had only one thought in his mind, to kill Fan Ye and avenge the sword.

He raised his head slightly, and when he saw the murderous intent in Qin Xuan's eyes, Fan Ye's pupils suddenly shrank.

What kind of eyes are these? The pupils are glowing with blood, and contain endless killing intent. The anger seems to bury him in them.

Even though his realm is much higher than Qin Xuan, he can't help but feel a chill in his heart.

If eyes can kill, Fan Ye would have died thousands of times by now.

"Come again."

Qin Xuan rushed towards Fan Ye again, as fast as lightning, with stronger momentum, dancing, and afterimages appeared in the void, surrounding Fan Ye, flickering, and each afterimage revealed a very strong breath, as if they were real bodies.

At this moment, Fan Ye felt that his whole body was locked by countless cold eyes. Even with his powerful realm, he still couldn't help shivering.

He was actually forced by someone of a lower realm, which was a shame.

"Destroy!" Fan Ye's palms slapped out frantically, and endless flames flowed in his palms. Flame handprints slapped towards the afterimages, and rumbling sounds were heard, constantly destroying the afterimages around him.

"Sword Wheel." A cold voice came from the void.

Sword Wheel, the eighth style of Tianxuan Nine Swords, condenses the sword energy into a sword wheel, strangling all attacks.

I saw a ray of brilliant sword light tearing the void, emitting a destructive breath, and the sword light continued to evolve, and finally turned into a huge wheel, standing between heaven and earth, full of extremely terrifying sword intent.

Tianxuan Nine Swords is the Yuan skill given to Qin Xuan by Elder Fen. He has been practicing since the beginning of his practice until now.

At that time, Qin Xuan thought it was just a low-level Yuan Jue, but as his realm improved, he felt more and more that this Yuan skill was terrifying, not inferior to the Tianjie Yuan Jue at all.

"This sword method is extremely mysterious, the great way is simple, and it integrates the essence of the sword." Feng Qing looked at the sword wheel outside, and a rare look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

How proud Feng Qing is, and his knowledge is broad. He can praise it, which is enough to show that Tianxuan Nine Swords is indeed extraordinary.

Fan Ye also saw the horror of the sword wheel, but he attributed it to the Heavenly Crying Sword. He must get this imperial weapon.

"You are the first person who can force me to this point with the third level of Yuan Wang."

Fan Ye said lightly, his expression suddenly became extremely calm, and said: "But the gap still cannot be erased, you will still die, I will help you keep the imperial weapon in your hand."

"That depends on whether you have the ability to swallow it." Qin Xuan sneered.

"The scorching sun burns the sky."

A voice sounded in Fan Ye's heart, and then an extremely dazzling light burst out from his body. The powerful momentum swept the void, and the rumbling sound continued to sound, and the space seemed to tremble.

A round of scorching suns emerged, as if the sun on the sky fell, scorching and huge, and the light fell down, making Fan Ye more dazzling.

This magical power Fan Gu had also used, but the power was as different as that of Fan Ye at this time.

The crowd stared at the dazzling figure. Fan Ye's aura was too strong at this time, almost reaching the ninth level of Yuan Wang.

Huo Ze's expression was still calm, without much fluctuation.

If Fan Ye did not have such strength, he would not be worthy of becoming the eldest prince of the Great Brahma Dynasty, let alone making a name for himself in Shenhuang City.

"Go." Qin Xuantianqi Sword pointed directly at Fan Ye, and the sword wheel pushed forward. A suffocating sword intent enveloped the void, and the terrifying sword energy strangled and destroyed everything.

"Destroy it for me!" Fan Ye also shouted angrily, pushing his hands forward. A series of scorching suns whistled towards the sword wheel like meteors, bringing a gust of hot wind, rubbing dazzling sparks in the space.

The same domineering attack, one was released by a person at the peak of the eighth level of Yuan Wang, and the other was released by a person at the third level of Yuan Wang. Everyone was looking forward to it in their hearts, who would be stronger?

Regardless of the outcome, Qin Xuan has become famous in this battle. He carries the Heaven-Defying Emperor Weapon and challenges his opponent across five realms.

Even if you look at the entire Monster Wasteland, no one dares to try.

"Puff..."

The sharp sword energy and the sun god's light intertwined in the void, and violent sounds continued to sound. In an instant, I don't know how many times they collided. I saw the sword wheel constantly moving forward, and the sword light continued to bloom, trying to break through the scorching sun.

"Buzz!"

At this time, a fiery storm suddenly swept out, covering the battlefield, hiding the figures of the two people inside, and even some powerful people could not see the scene inside clearly.

"Go to hell." Fan Ye sneered, stepped out, and instantly descended in front of Qin Xuan, and grabbed the Tianqi Sword in Qin Xuan's hand.

He was waiting for this moment, blocking everyone's sight with a fire storm, taking away the emperor weapon at an extreme speed, and then leaving quickly.

With his strength, as long as he forced to leave, few people could keep him.

This plan seemed perfect, but he overlooked one thing, and this one thing was enough to make him die without a burial place.

Before Qin Xuan could react, he felt a terrifying murderous intent falling on him. His expression was shocked, and he saw Fan Ye had come to him and wanted to take the Tianqi Sword from his hand.

"There is a road to heaven, but you don't take it. There is no door to hell, but you break in."

Qin Xuan's mouth drew a cold smile, and his mind moved. The breath of the Tianqi Sword suddenly surged again, and the golden light burst out, directly breaking through the Yuanwang level.

At this moment, Qin Xuan's hand holding the sword was trembling. This power was too strong, and he could not control it at all. The muscles on his face were trembling, as if he was suffering from great pain.

However, in order to kill Fan Ye, this little pain was nothing.

"What!" Fan Ye felt the terrifying breath suddenly erupted from the Tianqi Sword, and his expression changed drastically, and a strong sense of threat descended on his heart.

The aura released by the Sky-Crying Sword made him feel a little scared. He wanted to stop, but the speed was too fast and it was too late.

"Repent."

Qin Xuan glanced at Fan Ye indifferently. The Sky-Crying Sword fell like lightning, and a golden light flashed by, which was extremely dazzling.

In an instant, Fan Ye's body stopped, as if he was frozen there, motionless.

There was a thin red line between his eyebrows, and the red line kept expanding. His forehead seemed to have a crack, which was extremely hideous.

With a light bang, as if something exploded, Fan Ye's head exploded directly, and the brain burst out, bloody.

Fan Ye, the prince of the Great Brahma Dynasty, died!