The sky above Yunling City was filled with oppressive holy power. In the terrifying holy power, a figure was continuously blasted into the air. Before he could fall, he was blown away again.

The Saint-level powerhouses among the Holy Power are far beyond the ability of the Zun-level powerhouses to contend with. This scene also verifies the authority of this sentence.

In the distant sky, more than a dozen saint-level experts looked at the figure who was being teased with a hint of a smile on their faces. Under the bombardment, Qin Yichen had no room to fight back.

This situation is a matter of course in the eyes of these saint-level powerhouses. After all, no matter how famous the latter are, they are just senior level in the final analysis.

"It's just such an ant. If I had known, I wouldn't have come in."

"It's a bit of a fuss. I thought this junior was so capable."

"That's all. Rumors on the mainland are always getting more and more mysterious..."

Those saint-level experts looked at Qin Yichen who was being teased with cold eyes, and sneered with disdain, quietly.

After learning the news about Qin Yichen, the Wanzu Continent was in a state of commotion, and powerful men from all races took action one after another.

No matter what mentality you have, this time, the number of saint-level powerhouses entering the battlefield of all races is at least in the thousands!

This power is enough to completely destroy the structure of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, and all of this is only caused by a junior who is not above the senior level.

Originally, they all took it for granted because of Qin Yichen's reputation, but when they looked at the figure being played with in the hands of a saint-level powerhouse, they all felt a touch of disdain in their hearts.

"This guy..."

At this time, Mr. Ling's brows were also frowning, and he looked at the figure that was being bombarded with a slightly worried look, but there was a lot of doubt in his heart.

Although Qin Yichen is not a saint-level powerhouse, and he cannot even gather his "power". But Mr. Ling knows that this guy has the means to ignore the saint's power!

Logically speaking, even if he loses, he won't be in such a panic.

If it weren't for seeing that Qin Yichen was in a sorry state but not seriously injured, Mr. Ling might have been tempted to help.

"Li Pin, don't leave the ink mark, deal with him quickly!"

After a while, the young man at the front of the dozen or so saint-level powerhouses frowned and shouted coldly, seemingly impatiently.

"snort!"

After hearing this, the ghost-like figure slowly appeared in the Holy Power.

"Boy, you are lucky. I wanted to play with you more, but to avoid others taking away the credit, leave your life to me!"

The middle-aged man stared coldly at the figure slowly falling in front of him, his eyes filled with a cold and cold light.

"Buzz..."

As his figure appeared, the holy power did not dissipate. Instead, following his movements, monstrous true energy was poured into it crazily, and a huge blade slowly condensed out of the holy power.

This blade contained extremely huge energy. Looking at the blade, Ling Lao's expression suddenly changed.

"Boy, let me see how hard your body can be!"

But just when Mr. Ling was about to intervene, the saint-level powerful man shouted loudly, a sharp voice filled with cold and murderous intent that resounded throughout the sky.

"Feng Gang Blade!"

As the shout fell, a sharp sound of swords suddenly sounded in the sky. The middle-aged man moved, grabbed the handle of the giant blade, stepped on it, and flashed to the sky above Qin Yichen, holding both hands.

, in turn, the sharp blade slashed down hard.

Looking at that terrible blow, the faces of many strong men in Yunling City turned pale. Even at such a long distance, they could still feel the terrifying energy contained in the blade. If this was done by

If hit, they may have no chance of survival!

Even an ordinary saint-level powerhouse might not be able to take this blow, let alone Qin Yichen!

Under the gaze of many eyes, Qin Yichen, who was in the holy power, seemed to feel despair, and his eyes slowly closed.

But the moment his eyes closed, the expression of the saint-level powerhouse suddenly changed.

"Whoosh!"

The next moment, the eyes of many saint-level powerhouses also suddenly shrank. Because they discovered that Qin Yichen, who was originally unable to resist under the power of the saint, suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"later!"

In the distance, the young man narrowed his eyes slightly and looked behind the saint-level powerhouse. There, the space seemed to be slightly distorted. The next moment, a slender figure appeared like a ghost.

emerge.

"How is this possible?!"

The blow missed, and a look of astonishment appeared in the eyes of the saint-level powerhouse. Before he could react, he suddenly felt an icy chill coming from behind.

"Congratulations, you have become the first saint-level person to die in my hands."

Almost at the same time, a cold voice quietly entered his ears.

"call out!"

A bit of cold light flashed past, and the next moment, the saint-level powerhouse's eyes clearly saw his body appearing below him.

His not-so-frail body actually failed to stop him at all. In fact, he didn't even feel any pain as his head was cut off!

"puff!"

Immediately, a column of blood erupted from the headless body, and above the head, a wide-open eye was still staring at Qin Yichen, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

color.

Until the end, he didn't understand how this guy got rid of the suppression of his holy power!

With the fall of this saint-level powerhouse, the holy power that filled the sky also slowly dissipated.

The huge world became extremely quiet at this moment. Everyone looked at this sudden change with dull expressions on their faces. Even those saint-level experts had blank expressions on their faces.

Why did the scornful Holy Power lose its suppressive power at the critical moment?

Countless eyes were looking at the sky with a dull look. The holy power that permeated the sky and the earth slowly faded away, and the space gradually became clearer.

Looking at the towering figure above the sky, countless powerful men had a look of horror in their eyes.

At this time, Qin Yichen's clothes were in tatters, and there were clear bruises on his exposed skin. There was also a lot of blood on his face, making him look ferocious and embarrassed.

Looking at this figure, the whole world was filled with deathly silence!
Chapter completed!