Rebirth of the Urban Madman

The face of the Pope of Light suddenly became extremely ferocious.

How is it possible!

The power of this attack was even stronger than the previous twelve swords of the Old Testament, but the Green Emperor actually resisted it with his body.

This indifferent attitude and the extremely sarcastic words made the old man almost crazy.

Humiliation, anger, resentment and other emotions gathered together. The old man almost roared at Qin Xuan, his face like a devil.

"Die!"

Accompanied by the old man's roar, the wings of the God of Light trembled, and pieces of flying feathers flew out from behind the God of Light. Each blood feather was three feet long, crystal clear, and extremely sharp.

In the wings of the blood-colored statue of the God of Light, it seemed that tens of thousands of blood feathers fell from the sky.

Boom boom boom...

In an instant, the entire sea fell into a state of thousands of holes.

The waves were so heavy that they washed away the bodies and blood on the island. There were also huge waves like tsunamis, which fell on the entire island.

Boom!

The island was shaking and swaying, as if it was about to fall.

The black anaconda roared, carrying the seriously injured Qin Yan'er out of the sea, looking at the scene with horror.

Qin Xuan was submerged again in the blood feathers, and then he walked out again.

The blood was like a sea, covering everything.

The majestic spirit was like the strongest wall in the world. Those blood feathers fell on the sea of ​​blood, shattered like crystals, and annihilated into powder.

The blood feathers that were enough to penetrate the ocean were more like a thin rain to Qin Xuan, and could not hurt him at all.

Qin Xuan stepped forward, and he saw that Qin Yan'er had left the island, and his palm behind his back finally slowly stretched out.

"This is impossible!"

The old man roared, looking at Qin Xuan in disbelief.

He was the best in the world, extremely powerful, and no one in the world could compete with him.

Now, he has devoured the lives and strength of thousands of people, and his strength has almost reached the extreme. He is even confident that even if the God of Light he once believed in is in front of him, he has the strength to fight him.

The world-destroying level is even weaker than a dead tree or a rotten stone for him now.

But now, the person he wants to kill the most, the Green Emperor, has blocked his attacks one after another, and even just started from the beginning to the end.

The Pope of Light couldn't believe this fact. How could there be such a terrifying person in this world?

"He should die, he must die!"

The Pope of Light murmured, and suddenly, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and the scepter in his hand was raised high at this moment.

The crystal on the scepter, which had turned into blood, shone brightly at this moment, almost illuminating the whole world into a bloody color.

Immediately, the crystal shattered, turning into countless tiny blood-colored lights, soaring into the sky and merging into the statue of the God of Light.

Qin Xuan looked at this scene with a frown.

The crystal was a seventh-grade spiritual crystal, which was completely integrated into the statue of the God of Light by the Pope of Light.

The seventh-grade spiritual crystal contained extremely amazing spiritual power, but now it was wasted by the Pope of Light.

Boom!

Just as the light merged into the statue of the God of Light, a giant sword, more than ten feet in size, was like a sword mountain, like a sword mountain!

More than ten feet in size, people under it are like ants.

Not only that, the blood-colored God of Light, holding the giant sword, swept across the island.

Boom...

In just a moment, the island cracked, and with just a slight stroke, the island was cut in two.

Black Anaconda and Qin Yan'er, who were far away, looked at this scene and were horrified. That giant sword was too terrifying. No one in the world could stop its sword.

Can the Green Emperor stop it?

A trace of worry flashed across Qin Yan'er's eyes. The Pope of Light, who had devoured thousands of lives and powers, was too terrifying. She was not even a match for him in one move. Even the Green Emperor would probably not be much stronger than the Pope of Light, right?

What's more, Qin Yan'er knew one thing.

That Green Emperor had not fully recovered since the United States' nuclear weapons.

She had seen the Green Emperor flying swords in all directions, with thousands of swords covering the sky, but since the United States, the Green Emperor rarely used the Eternal Sword.

Qin Yan'er had never felt the fluctuation of the magic power and true essence on the Green Emperor, which meant that the Green Emperor was very likely injured and had old injuries that had not healed.

Just as Qin Yan'er was full of worry, the mountain-like sword had been cut down.

Before they even got close, the sea had been broken open to reveal a path, even revealing a thousand-meter deep sea scene.

Such a terrifying scene, looking at the world, is probably unmatched.

Qin Xuan was under even more terrifying sword pressure and wind pressure, as if a mountain was pressing down, as if a sharp sword was about to hit him.

Facing this giant sword, Qin Xuan seemed to beLike a grain of sand.

Qin Xuan raised his palm, the skin in his palm was slowly beating, and as his palm was fully spread out, a black fruit about the size of a walnut appeared on his palm.

The fruit was purple and black, as if it corroded everything, and it seemed to contain enough power to destroy the world.

This was the nuclear fruit in Qin Xuan's dantian, enough to make his dantian almost collapse, to the limit, and even unable to recover a trace of mana.

The fruit appeared in the world, and the Pope of Light looked at this scene and couldn't help laughing, "Qingdi, are you going to use this insignificant thing to compete with me?"

"It's ridiculous!"

He stared at the tiny and pitiful Qin Xuan under the mountain-like sword, as if he was looking down at an ant under the light, his eyes were filled with madness, the pleasure after revenge, and even contempt, sarcasm, and mockery...

This gathered all his strength to strike, and even destroyed his Pope's scepter.

The old man was confident that no one in the world could survive this sword.

At this moment, Qin Xuan had slowly bent his fingers and flicked the nuclear fruit.

With a flick of his fingers, it was as if he was flicking the stars.

That ray of dark purple-black light instantly broke through the air and landed on the edge of the sword as big as a mountain.

Boom!

In just a moment, the ripples in the world were like knives, sweeping in all directions, and everything was torn apart wherever it passed.

The old man's expression froze, his pupils were like needles, and he was extremely terrified.

"This is impossible!"

He roared, because he saw that when he hit with all his strength, a tiny crack had already appeared where the mountain-like sword collided with the tiny fruit.

A crack appeared, and then it spread, as if the giant sword was broken, and only that ray of dark purple-black light swept across the sky and rushed towards the Pope of Light.

Qin Xuan slowly put away his palm, stood with his hands behind his back, and quietly looked at the broken giant sword of Ruo Shenyue.

"What you call 'I am the light' is nothing but the light of a firefly in my eyes!"

"It will be destroyed in a snap of a finger!"

As soon as the voice fell, the terrifying nuclear energy exploded from the fruit. In just a moment, the Pope of Light, the blood-colored statue of light, and the two cut islands were all enveloped by the purple-black nuclear energy.

Destroyed to ashes!