Chapter 1264: Anti-kill

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Chapter 1264: Counterattack
The sky above Yunling City is filled with coercion of the prestige. In that terrible prestige, a figure is constantly bombarded. Before he falls, he is bombarded again.
The sacred power among the sacred powers is far from being able to compete with the esteemed powers. This scene also verifies the authority of this sentence.
Above the distant sky, the faces of more than ten saint-class strong men all looked at the figure with a smile of laughter on their faces. Under that bombardment, Qin Yichen had no room to fight back.
This situation is also a matter of course for these holy class powerhouses. After all, the latter is no matter how famous it is, in the final analysis, it is nothing but honorable class.
"It's just such an ant. I knew I wouldn't come in."
"It's a bit of a big deal, and I thought how capable this junior was."
"But that's it. The rumors on the mainland are always spreading ..."
The holy strong men looked at Qin Yichen who was being played coldly, and the sound of sneer sneered resoundingly.
After hearing Qin Yichen's news, the continents of all ethnic groups were sensational, and the strong men of all ethnic groups all took action.
No matter what kind of mentality you are holding, this time, the sacred powerhouses who entered the battlefield of thousands of races are counted at least by thousands!
This force is enough to completely destroy the pattern in the battlefield of all ethnic groups, and all this is just caused by a junior who is not respected.
Originally because of Qin Yichen's name, they all took it for granted, but when they looked at the figure in the palm of a hand that was sacrificed by a saintly powerhouse, they all had a disdain in their hearts.
"This guy……"
At this time, Ling Lao's brow was also tightly wrinkled, his complexion looked slightly worried at the figure that was being bombarded, but there was no doubt in his heart.
Although Qin Yichen was not a sacred powerhouse, even the "potential" failed to condense. But Ling Lao knows that this guy has the means to ignore Shengwei!
Theoretically, even if he loses, he won't be so embarrassed.
If it wasn't for Qin Yichen's embarrassment, but he didn't have much injuries, I'm afraid Ling Lao could not help but help.
"Li Pin, don't ink, fix him soon!"
After a while, the young man frowned at the forefront of more than ten holy class strong men, seeming to be a bit impatient with a cold voice.
"Humph!"
Hearing this, the ghostly figure slowly appeared in Shengwei.
"Boy, you have good luck. I wanted to accompany you for more fun, but lest you be robbed of merit, leave your life to me!"
The middle-aged man stared coldly at the figure falling slowly in front of himself, his eyes full of cold coldness.
"Om ..."
With the appearance of his figure, Shengwei did not dissipate. Instead, with his actions, the monstrous Zhenyuan poured into it madly, and a huge blade slowly gathered out of Shengwei.
There is a huge amount of energy in this blade. Looking at that blade, Ling Lao's complexion suddenly changes.
"Boy, let me see how hard your body can be!"
And just as Ling Lao wanted to block it, the holy class strong man sang loudly, filled with the savage sound of Morin's killing, and resounded through the sky.
"Wind blade!"
The drink fell, and a sharp blade screamed out in the sky. The middle-aged man moved, grabbed the handle of the giant blade, stepped on his foot, and his body flickered to Qin Yichen's sky. With the sharp blade, he violently slashed down.
Looking at the terrible blow, many powerful men in Yunling City turned pale. Even after such a long distance, they can still feel the horrible energy contained in the blade. If this is Hit, I'm afraid they have no chance of surviving!
Even if it is an ordinary saint-class strongman, I am afraid it is difficult to take this blow, let alone Qin Yichen!
Under the gaze of many eyes, Qin Yichen, who is in the middle of Shengwei, closed his eyes slowly as if he felt despair.
The moment his eyes were closed, the face of the saint-class powerhouse changed suddenly.
"Oh!"
The next moment, the eyes of many holy class powerhouses also suddenly shrank. Because they found that Qin Yichen, who was originally in Shengwei, could not even resist, the figure suddenly disappeared.
"Behind!"
In the distance, the young man's eyes were slightly stunned, his gaze was looking behind the saintly strongman, where the space seemed to have a slight twisted sign. In the next moment, a slender figure, like a ghost Emerged.
"how can that be?!"
As soon as the shot was missed, a look of astonishment appeared in the eyes of the saint-class powerhouse, and before he could reflect on it, he suddenly felt a cold chill coming from behind him.
"Congratulations, be the first Holy Order to die in my hands."
Almost at the same time, a cold voice came quietly into his ears.
"call out!"
A bit of cold flashes flashed, and the next moment, the eyes of the Holy Powerhouse clearly saw that his body appeared below himself.
He wasn't a fragile body, he didn't even do a little blocking, and even he didn't even feel the pain, his head was beheaded!
"puff!"
Immediately, a blood column erupted from the headless body, and above that skull, an old stare still stared at Qin Yichen, and in his eyes was full of incredible color.
In the end, he didn't want to understand, how did this guy get rid of the suppression of his prestige!
With the fall of this Holy Power, the Holy Power that pervaded the sky also slowly dissipated.
The huge world is becoming extremely quiet at this moment. Everyone is staring blankly at this sudden change. Even the Holy Powers are bewildered.
Why does the sacred power to which you are facing you lose your oppression at a critical moment?
Countless glances are looking at the sky dullly, the sacred power pervading the heavens and the earth fades slowly, and the space gradually becomes clear.
Looking at the lingering figure above the sky, the eyes of countless powerhouses were horrified.
At this time, Qin Yichen, his robes were ragged, and the skin on which the fruit was exposed had clear blue and purple marks. On that face, there was also a lot of blood stained on it, and it looked embarrassed and embarrassed.
Looking at this figure, there is a dead silence in the whole world!
No one had ever imagined that a real saint-class powerhouse would die in the hands of this guy inexplicably!