Villain: Take care of my wife and junior sister, win the heroine and I will be invincible

"It's possible to be so strong in the spiritual realm!"

Xuan Zhenwu roared.

Feeling Qin Changge's power, he felt that his mind was about to explode.

fear!

despair!

Collapse!

Xuan Zhenwu really wanted to run, but his feet could no longer move even half a step.

My heart was shaking violently, I was really going to die!

He will die!

"Xuanwu Magic!"

Xuan Zhenwu bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out blood, directly pushing his strength to the peak.

Originally, he thought that with his Xuanwu magic, it would be easy to block a sword.

But looking at it now, I am looking for death!

The aura of the spiritual realm originally turned into a black air flow, condensing into a huge basalt god shell in front of him.

This is the magical power that only the ancient Xuanwu Kingdom can display.

It is the foundation of the ancient Xuanwu Kingdom!

call out!

A sharp and sharp sound of breaking wind sounded, like a sharp arrow shooting out of the sky.

The dragon-slaying sword drew an elegant arc in the air at an astonishing speed, and the tip of the sword flashed with a cold light.

A thin line of blood instantly appeared at Xuan Zhenwu's throat. Immediately afterwards, the bright red blood foam gently drifted away in the wind, like falling flowers, poignant and decisive.

Snap!

Xuan Zhenwu's eyes were as big as bells, and his face was full of disbelief.

The world around him seemed to be distorted by an invisible force, spinning around and dizzying.

However, in this chaos, a familiar figure gradually became clear.

That was him, Xuan Zhenwu himself, but at this moment, his head was in a different place, and his headless body slowly fell to his knees.

The whole place was dead silent.

Many self-proclaimed geniuses feel like the hairs on their bodies stand on end.

Then they looked up to the sky, looking at Qin Changge, who was aloft, with fear in their eyes.

died!

Xuan Zhenwu was beheaded by a sword!

Xuan Zhenwu is not just a cat or a dog! That was the Dumiao Crown Prince of the Zhenwu Prince's Mansion in the ancient Xuanwu Kingdom!

At such a young age, he is a peerless talent with a spiritual realm!

Such a person was actually killed by Qin Changge's sword?

Killing Xuan Zhenwu would mean that Prince Zhenwu's family would be cut off from his descendants and the national prestige of the ancient Xuanwu Kingdom would be crushed under his feet.

Not to mention these people, even Shen Rouxu, Shen Ruoruo and others from Yuxu Holy Land opened their red lips in disbelief.

Even the semi-super powerful Yuxu Holy Land would not kill Xuan Zhenwu!

This is a fight to the death with the ancient Xuanwu Kingdom!

At this moment, Ye Linglong also learned the news, rushed to the venue, and looked at Xuan Zhenwu's head on the ground.

He was startled at first, and then his brilliant eyes flashed with splendor.

As expected of the young master.

"That sword should be Jiang Ye's sword, the Dragon-Slaying Sword..."

Some old guys in the box also saw the sword thrown by Qin Changge at this moment.

"It turns out to be the sword of an immortal. No wonder it has such terrifying killing power!"

"That's not the strength of the immortal's sword, but Qin Changge's technique, an unprecedented technique..."

An old man stood up slowly and said firmly.

After all, it is an emperor-level technique, so these old guys naturally can't recognize it.

"Qin Changge, you actually killed Xuan Zhenwu!"

At this moment, Wu Xianzi, who was in shock, suddenly came back to her senses, her beautiful eyes filled with rage.

He shouted sharply at Qin Changge.

She is the monarch of the ancient Xuanwu Kingdom!

Qin Changge actually killed Xuan Zhenwu in front of her?

"I said, he can run, he just has to block it."

Qin Changge said coldly.

"Besides, it's not your own fault, young man, his actions are neither serious nor serious."

"There is no need for you to punish him for me now, but to send Buddha to the West, you..."

"Help him collect his body for me, of course..."

"It's okay if you don't accept it."

"you wanna die!"

Wu Xianzi immediately took action and grabbed it with five jade-like fingers.

She is a Heavenly Sovereign in the middle stage of the Divine Transformation Realm. If she doesn't kill Qin Changge now, how can she go back to quell the anger of Zhenwu Prince's Mansion and the entire ancient Xuanwu Kingdom?

"Fairy Wu!"

Qin Changge shouted angrily, and the Dragon-Slaying Sword was back in his hand at this moment.

Qin Changge was holding it heavily on the ground like a scepter.

"Think twice!"

The corners of Qin Changge's lips were slightly curved, outlining an arc full of meaning, but his eyes were like winter ice, sharp as swords, and revealed a fierceness that could not be ignored.

At this moment, a huge energy vortex quietly condensed behind him, which was deep and strange.

In the center of the whirlpool, a pair of extremely sharp eyes quietly emerged, as if staring from another dimension, making people feel heart-stopping.

The eyes suddenly opened and let out a deafening scream that struck directly at the heart. It was like the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering, instantly creating countless terrifying energy ripples.

The ripples raged like a violent storm, ruthlessly sweeping through everything around them, as if they were about to swallow up the entire world.

After feeling the terrifying aura, Fairy Wu's face instantly turned pale.

Her fingers were frozen in the air, not daring to take another step forward.

"Enlightenment realm..." She murmured softly, her tone full of disbelief, "Is this...is this the divine king of Enlightenment realm?"

Her words echoed in the air, and just that breath was enough to make the surrounding void crack like fragile glass, as if even time was trembling under this force.

At this moment, the two great monarchs, Qinglong and White Tiger, originally planned to sit back and wait for the situation to develop.

Suddenly a look of horror appeared on their faces.

This sudden aura of the God Enlightenment Realm was like an icy cold wind, penetrating into the bone marrow, making them feel fear involuntarily.

"How dare you humiliate the young master so boldly?"

Jiang Chengfeng's voice came out from the whirlpool, as if it had traveled through long years and endless void, with a heart-stopping majesty.

This voice is like a sharp sword, pointing directly at people's hearts, making it impossible to ignore.

boom! boom! boom!

Three consecutive sounds of kneeling echoed in the air.

The three monarchs, with pale faces and empty eyes, could no longer remain standing. As if being pulled by invisible forces, they knelt down at Qin Changge's feet.

At this moment, the doubts in their hearts finally dissipated, and they understood why the ancient country of Suzaku bowed to a young man in his early twenties.

A divine king who has reached the realm of enlightenment should respectfully call him "young master"?

This!

This!

What kind of terrifying background does this young man have?

To an ancient country like theirs, he seemed to be a master, and destroying them was as easy as crushing an ant.

As Jiang Chengfeng's aura suddenly descended, the entire venue fell into frightened silence.

People's reaction was as if they had seen a ghost, their faces turned pale and their bodies were shaking uncontrollably.

In this chilling atmosphere, no one dared to raise their head. Every breath of Jiang Chengfeng carried invisible oppression, making it impossible for them to breathe.

Even Shen Rouxu and Shen Ruo in the box were so shocked that their faces turned pale with shock. They quickly took each other's hands and knelt respectfully in the direction of Qin Changge.

They knew very well that any arrogance and dignity were so insignificant in front of this powerful man.

The entire venue was like a solemn temple, with only Qin Changge standing in it, as if he had become the sole ruler of this world.

The rest of the people, no one dared to raise their heads, and no one dared to make any movement. They could only kneel down on the ground fearfully, waiting for the unknown fate to come.