"Twelve roads!"

Qin Li's skin exploded and he was dripping with blood.

The sequelae of Shengwei appeared, and his bones were trembling, and he couldn't hold on.

But his eyes were bright and firm, and he resolutely cut out the strongest move, pouring out the twelve swords.

With the help of the holy power, Qin Li forcibly merged the twelve swords and formed a magnificent and magnificent experience of "one sword breaking all the methods".

The pouring torrent of swordsmanship, among which the phantom of the saints suppressed him, went to his death with great utmost mercy, and was absolutely invincible.

Although Sanqian Qingyu was powerful, he was still weaker and was swallowed up by the torrent of the sword.

Moreover, the power was rolled up, forming a huge vortex, trapping the Kunpeng Demon Emperor in the center, and the phantoms of the hundreds of saints were separated in all directions.

"Cracked me!"

The demon emperor waved his claws of blue gold.

But in the end, the Taotao Jianhong cannot be broken.

This is not only the power of the hundred saints, but also the wonder of the first supernatural power.

"It's all over!" Qin Li's face was expressionless, bleeding all over his body, but there was no fear at all, and there was only the magnificent holy light.

He was like a giant in the mythology, carrying the will of all saints. Wherever he passed, the heaven and earth roared, the great way was revealed, and sentient beings knelt down for it.

Everything you do is smooth and everything you want is as you wish.

"The last move!"

"Shocking God!"

Qin Li stabbed out without hesitation.

The two sword intents converge and burst out with a flash of light, but this is not enough to kill the emperor.

The will of the hundreds of saints entered the field, and all gathered on the Divine Gang Sword, bursting out unimaginable light, grand and righteous, and magnificent.

The Divine Gang Sword seemed to be unable to bear it, and it actually collapsed and cracked.

"die!"

Qin Li's last sword.

The hundred saints roared for it and tried their best.

The will of sacrifice turned into a devastating divine light and swept down.

"No, how could I die in the hands of an ant? I have survived a long time and cannot get into it here." Qingying struggled hard, but could not break the constraints of the torrent of the sword path, nor could it resist the strangulation of the hundreds of holy divine lights.

Suddenly!

The wind blows candles.

Qingying Huan collapsed.

Maybe there is a voice of unwillingness.
Chapter completed!