Chapter 1597: Kill the saint again

Zhenyuan Cloud, and three other saints in Zhentian Pavilion, were entangled by Messy Taoist, Yang Qingyun, Centrifugal Tomb, and Centrifugal Spirit Moon.
Centrifugal Mausoleum and Centrifugal Lingyue lacked combat experience, facing the two soul sages, appearing to support each other.
However, the saints have not much difference with the realm, and the brothers and sisters have also dealt with it.
On the other side, Yuan Maofeng, Yuan Zai, Yuan Yixin and Liu Ru are four saints, and four saints such as Xue Fangdong are also fierce.
The Holy Spirit Masters of the Blood Spirit Palace and Zhentian Pavilion are working hard at this moment.
Seeing the death of his son, Zhen Yuanyun was completely enraged.
But suppressed by the messy Taoist, he couldn't burst out of strong strength at all.
"Shake, lead someone to kill Qin Chen!"
Zhen Yuanyun growled at this moment.
Xueling Palace and Zhentian Pavilion are obviously more than the Yuan family.
At this moment, Zhen Xiang led the seven masters in the realm of Eight Saints, Nine and Ten, and directly besieged Qin Chen.
At this moment, Xue Ninger was in a hurry to go backwards.
To this day, if accidentally involved, she may not be able to escape.
Qin Chen can kill the saint.
How strong is this?
Seeing those people killed, Qin Chen was unmoved.
"Under the saint, like ants!"
The word fell, and the overbearing momentum in Qin Chen's body rose at this moment.
Boom ... a roar sounded.
When the power burst, Qin Chen's body was up and down, and the power was condensed.
Daodao Longying, appeared again at this moment.
"Jinlongquan!"
A punch was blown and a crackling sounded.
With Qin Chen as the center, all the light spread out instantly.
The sound of dragon howling, like tearing the air, burst out at this moment.
The shock turned pale, and the figure went backwards.
Not an opponent at all.
Why not Qin Chen at all.
"dead!"
At this moment, when Qin Chen stepped out in one step, the boxing mang came to the front in an instant.
One punch.
A bang, sounded at this moment.
Shocked towards the whole person, his face pale.
As the figure kept going backwards, the strength erupted one by one throughout the body.
The rumbling sound kept ringing, and there were several people around, and now he was pale.
At this moment, Zhen shrank backwards, vomiting blood.
But Qin Chen approached again and grabbed the shock randomly.
"It's nothing."
Boom ... Shock burst into the body.
At this moment, many false saints, pale.
At this moment, Qin Chen is simply God blocking the killing of God and Buddha blocking killing the Buddha.
Even if they wanted to stop Qin Chen, they couldn't stop it at all.
Such a false holy fivefold is no less than a saint.
No, it is more terrifying than a saint.
At this moment, Qin Chen looked around at a few people.
Several people surrounded, but they were afraid to approach Qin Chen at all.
"come!"
Looking at a few people, Qin Chen grinned.
But who dares to approach?
Boom ... In the distance, a roar sounded at this moment.
Li Xiaoyue's petite body retreats at this moment.
When Qin Chen saw this scene, his figure flashed, and he rushed out without taking care of the others, taking down the centrifugal spirit moon.
"Brother Qin ..." Centrifugal Lingyue flushed.
"Not in a hurry."
Qin Chen said slowly: "Although you have the strength of a soul saint, you have too little combat experience, and it is extraordinary to be able to persist until now!"
Qin Chen can also see.
The practice of Li Xinyue is enough to deal with opponents.
However, mentality and strength are not enough.
At this moment, Qin Chen stepped out one step up and down, his strength gathered.
Looking in front of him, the saint of Zhentian Pavilion.
"Yu Rui, kill him!"
Zhen Yuanyun shouted.
After hearing this, Qin Chen became cold.
"Messy Taoist, I don't think you want it anymore."
To deal with Zhen Yuanyun, the messy Taoist actually repeatedly asked him to interject.
"I understand, Taoist."
The messy Taoist also felt at this moment that Qin Chen was really angry.
"You can't shut up?"
Messy man shouted.
Zhen Yuanyun shouted at this moment: "Who the are you?
Follow Qin Chen, do you know that there will be no burial place? "
Messy Taoist is too lazy to say.
"Who cares who I am?"
A sentence fell and killed directly.
This time, the messy Taoist was murderous, and his hands became fierce.
On the other side, Yu Rui, the sage of Zhentian Pavilion, looked at Qin Chen and was also cautious.
At the moment, Qin Chen's face was still peaceful.
"Zhen Xiangsheng first entered the saint, and his soul is unstable. You can kill him, but in the face of my true saint ..."
Qin Chen snorted at the moment.
"Eight Dragons in One!"
Drink in a word.
Eight punches condensed.
At that moment, the eight boxing shadows gathered together and turned into a shadow of a holy dragon.
Just now, Zhen Xiangsheng died in this style.
You Rui at the moment had to be extremely careful.
"Spell of Wind Wind!"
With a whisper, between the hands of You Rui, the divine power gathered, the wind and the wind edged, and at this moment condensed, turning into a trace of overbearing breath.
That overbearing breath gradually came into shape.
In Yu Rui's hands, as if at this moment, two wind knives appeared.
The wind knife flutters and the power spreads.
唰 …… 唰 …… In a moment, two wind knives killed Qin Chen.
Qin Chen was unmoved at this moment.
In his eyes, there was a clear light.
The eight dragons are one, and the dragon is bright.
Hum ... for a moment, the shadow of the holy dragon gathered and collided with the wind knife.
The harsh, sharp howling sound spread at this moment.
At that moment, the holy dragon virtual shadow was constantly suppressing the wind knife.
"what?"
At the moment, Yu Rui's face changed suddenly.
This is his killer.
Even if Qin Chen's virtual saint is fivefold and forcibly promoted to tenfold, it is not a saint, and the soul of a saint has not been born. It is impossible to be stronger than him.
But at this moment Qin Chen did it! This is simply impossible! "burst!"
At this moment, Qin Chen drank a low voice, and suddenly a Holy Dragon Spirit appeared in the shadow of the Holy Dragon.
The dragon growled and swallowed Yu Rui with his mouth.
At this moment, Yu Rui, even if she wanted to resist, could not resist.
The mouth of the dragon is like the entrance to the abyss, dragged in, and it is almost impossible to think of it.
A thunderous thunder rang, and Yu Rui's body burst into the dragon.
The second saint, killed.
Moreover, all died in the hands of Qin Chen.
At this moment, more than Zhen Yuanyun and Xue Fangdong were horrified.
Even with Yuan Maofeng was stunned.
He thought that Qin Chen's biggest supporter was the messy Taoist, Yang Qingyun, Centrifugal Ling, and Centrifugal Lingyue.
But now it seems.
fart! Qin Chen himself is the biggest dependency.
If it weren't for your own eyes, who would believe that such a guy in the realm of the Fivefold Reality of the Holy Saint actually killed two saints stiffly.
And the means used is the strength of Qin Chen itself, but there is nothing else.
And thinking back to this day, since seeing Qin Chen, the young man's face is always indifferent and confident.
That's not pretend! Qin Chen is so confident and so indifferent!