Ziyun Zheng shook his head slightly: "The Holy War Stage is opening, and you and I can't stop it. Unless they break the rules during the competition, or one party admits defeat, otherwise, it will never stop midway."

Although he saw Shen Changqing massacring the saints of various peaks, he felt that it was a bit much.

But rules are rules.

As the saying goes, nothing works without rules, so you must stick to the rules at all times.

Now that the saints from each peak have not admitted defeat, and they have not broken the rules, they cannot intervene rashly and stop the competition.

Hear the words.

The masters of each peak looked extremely ugly.

The master of Difeng had a cold face and stared at Ziyunluo: "Ziyunluo, your divine peak is so majestic today!"

This time.

Faced with the sarcastic remarks from the Earth Peak Master, Ziyunluo did not reply, but silently looked at Shen Changqing in the Holy War Platform, wondering what he was thinking.

"boom!"

Another punch was blasted out, and a holy son had no room for resistance, and his body was exploded by the bombardment, and his soul died.

Until now, no Saint of the Peak can withstand Shen Changqing's punch.

He was like the invincible God of War, easily crushing the Holy Son of Thirteen Peaks.

Every punch struck represents the fall of a holy son.

The remaining saint sons were now suffering from liver and gallbladder splitting. Looking at Shen Changqing's face, it was as if they were looking at some terrifying existence.

"No...impossible, you are definitely not Ziyun Saint!"

Zi Yunfang shook his head wildly, his face completely occupied by fear.

He believes.

There is absolutely no way the monk in front of him is Saint Ziyun.

Because Ziyun Sheng's strength will not be so terrifying.

"Whether I am Ziyun Saint or not, I can't change the situation of your fall today." Shen Changqing's eyes were silent, looking at the other party as if he was looking down on ants.

that moment.

The shadow of death directly cast a shadow on Ziyunfang's heart, crushing the last persistence in his heart.

"I surrender!"

Seeing Shen Changqing punching him, the terrifying force was about to swallow him up, and he yelled crazily.

The moment the words fell.

Immediately, a mysterious force fell in, protecting his body inside. In the next breath, Zi Yunfang's figure disappeared.

"boom!"

At the same time that Ziyunfang's figure disappeared, the power of that punch struck the holy war platform.

The originally solid and indestructible Jihad Platform suddenly dented a large piece.

Shen Changqing slowly retracted his fist and looked sideways at the referee's seat.

The person who just rescued Zi Yunfang was Zi Yunzheng.

When the other party took action, he was already aware of it, but he just didn't show it. Otherwise, what qualifications would a mere Sun and Moon God King have to save someone in front of him.

to be honest.

The best he can do now is to show the strength of a peerless genius, and cannot go beyond that, so he just lets Ziyun Zheng save people.

If it were any other place, not only Zi Yunfang would die, but even Zi Yunzheng who rescued people would also die.

now.

When the remaining saints from the peaks saw this scene, they were stunned for a moment, and then rushed to speak.

"I surrender!"

"I'll admit defeat too!"

At this time, they had no intention of fighting Shen Changqing.

joke.

In front of the opponent, Saint Son Yifeng was not even qualified to resist. He was killed on the spot with one punch. This was simply a shadow of a lifetime.

Under such circumstances, who dares to continue fighting?

Give up.

It's the only way to survive.

If you don't admit defeat, you will end up like other saints.

When the remaining Holy Sons surrendered, Ziyunzheng also took action and moved them all out of the Holy War Platform.

Later.
Chapter completed!