Chapter 1275 Sacrifice

On both sides, Han Xin's expression was normal, and Yang Jian's eyes were also calm, and he didn't try to stop him, but just stared at Yang Huanguang and the minister closely, guarding against his attack.

Your Majesty is busy, what a joke.

"Stupid!" A shout came from Lin Qian's mouth, and a purple-gold light shone in his pupils.

Emperor Tong!

boom!

In an instant, in his sea of ​​consciousness, the terrifying soul power turned into a huge wave, swept over, and slapped the soul blade from Yang Huanwen.

The huge wave instantly involved the sharp blade, rolling in, crushing the sharp blade instantly.

Yang Huanwen, who had entered the seventh level of Dao Realm, was under the attack of Lin Qian's soul wave, and was vulnerable and weak.

Just a touch is a rout and annihilation.

And after the wave of soul power crushed the sharp blade, it turned into two sword lights, which suddenly appeared from the emperor's pupils and rushed out.

Two sword beams, one divided into two, turned into four soul sword beams and pierced into the opponent's pupils, submerged in them, and entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

Lin Qian's body also moved, and he stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbing the blade of the battle sword with his bare hands.

The blade of the divine light sword, which was infinitely powerful and contained Yang Huanwen's full blow, was clamped tightly by Lin Qian with his bare hands, unable to move.

On the other side, armed with Lin Qian's weapon, the Emperor's Sword appeared in his hand, and the Emperor's soul condensed on the sword.

The emperor's majesty and majesty suddenly appeared between the heaven and the earth, tyrannical and unparalleled, supreme and supreme, and I am the only one.

When this coercion appeared, not to mention Yang Huanwen, Yang Huanguang and the ministers were all suppressed and terrified.

"Impossible, you..." Yang Huanwen panicked. The junior in front of him, who had realized the Dao, seemed to be transformed into the ruler of the world, the unparalleled supreme, extremely noble.

But he, was insignificant, incomparable, and had no right to be compared with him at all.

The golden sword light appeared in front of his eyes, and the crisis of death made Yang Huanwen wake up from his confused state of mind, and hurriedly retreated to the rear.

However, Lin Qian's sword still slashed at his right arm.

The power contained in the golden sword light made Yang Huanwen unable to resist at all, so he could only abandon this arm and draw back.

When he returned to Yang Huanguang and the minister, his entire right arm had been chopped off shoulder-to-shoulder, and blood gushed out from the wound like a spring, with a purple aura permeating it.

That's blood, purple blood, and it also shows his identity.

The life of the Nether race, other civilizations of the chaotic universe, filled with blood, gradually stopped the bleeding from his wounds.

Yang Huanwen raised his head at this moment, his face was pale, Lin Qian's soul power attack was extremely tyrannical, and his sea of ​​consciousness was also severely injured.

And when he looked up, he also saw Lin Qian holding the battle sword condensed from his four eyes with his bare hands.

When he cast his gaze over, Lin Qian showed a look of disdain, and suddenly exerted force...

Click!

Yang Huanwen stared at him in disbelief.

The battle sword condensed with his divine light was crushed by the opponent's bare hands!

To be able to do this is to have such a terrifying physical body.

Moreover, his soul attack was easily disintegrated by the opponent, and he counterattacked back strongly.

With a wave of his hand, he dropped the fragment of the battle sword at will, allowing it to disintegrate into soul energy and disarm the weapon.

"Entering the seventh level of the Dao Realm? The strength of your Nether tribe is nothing more than that, and I am very disappointed." Lin Qian put his hands behind his back, and looked lonely, "I'm afraid, among the Nether tribe, you four-eyed spirits The family can't get on the stage, right?"

Lin Qian's words made Yang Huanwen's complexion even more ugly. He opened his mouth to refute, but he couldn't.

He was defeated just now, he was indeed defeated, so where did he start to refute?

Yang Huanguang and the minister beside him were equally unbelievable.

Originally, the two of them were still thinking about it, but Yang Huanwen suddenly launched an attack. The two people beside Lin Qian remained motionless, which was simply stupid.

Now it seems that it was the two of them who were stupid.

This human race in the Dao Realm is actually so powerful.

Yang Huanwen shot with all his strength, and under the blatant attack, there was no way to kill him. Moreover, he was severely injured and had his arm chopped off.

If it was the past, someone told him that a human race who had attained the ninth level of Dao Realm would cut off Yang Huanwen with one arm with a white sword.

They must have felt that it was nonsense.

Now that this fact is placed in front of him, it is impossible for people to pretend to be invisible.

"Your Majesty, do you want to capture them alive?" Suddenly, Han Xin, who was beside him, asked Lin Qian respectfully.

Lin Qian put his hands behind his back, stared at the three people in front of him lightly, and after thinking for a while: "You can try, maybe you can pry something out of their mouths. It's a pity that the truth-telling potion is too difficult for them at this level Said it was useless."

On the other side, Yang Huanwen and the three of them felt extremely humiliated when they heard Lin Qian's words.

"It's a pity to underestimate them." Suddenly, the minister also opened his mouth and looked at Yang Huanwen, "It's been a good time to assist you these years, and it's worth remembering."

"Wait, didn't you..." the minister suddenly said, and seeing his expression, Yang Huanwen's face changed, "No, retreat for now, there is still a chance."

"No, this person is arrogant. This opportunity is very rare and put him in danger." The minister shook his head and looked at Lin Qian, "If you lose this opportunity, it will be difficult to get it again in the future."

When he said these words, the minister's four eyes and eight pupils were full of despair, and he regarded death as home.

Lin Qian was very interested in the expression and words of the eight-eyed God Clan minister: "Why, do you want to sacrifice yourself and die with me?"

"No, I understand that I don't have this ability. You are so talented that you are definitely not an ordinary person. You can cut off His Majesty's arm with a single sword, which shows that your combat power is by no means as simple as it appears in the realm."

"To die together, I really can't do it, but my life can make the current opportunity to kill you a reality."

"You are too scary. Once you grow up, you will be a nightmare for the Nether race. Maybe it will change the pattern of this chaotic universe."

"My life, in exchange for yours, death is not a pity."

The next moment, the eight pupils in the minister's four eyes suddenly flashed with darkness, and suddenly collapsed, forming a twisted hole, swallowing his body as well.

The minister's death happened so suddenly that no one could have predicted it.

Even Lin Qian was very surprised by the sudden death of the minister.

On the side, Yang Huanwen, with a sad face, threw a pill into his mouth. The potion burst out, and he roared in pain, and the severed arm grew out again.

In their state, with the help of medicine, it is not a problem to regenerate a broken arm, but the loss is not small.

However, Yang Huanwen's eyes were red at the moment, staring at Lin Qian: "Even if you are strong, you will not escape death today."

"Because there are only three of you!"