Chapter 1602: Strong strength

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Chapter 1602 Powerful Strength
"This guy is crazy!"
"He actually wanted to compete with Yun Lao!"
"Looking for his own way, even if he tries desperately, he can only be crushed!"
Looking at Qin Yichen's movements, the hearts of countless big evil royal powerhouses could not help but raise some shocking feelings, but still no one thinks that he has the ability to compete with the giants in their clan. !!
At this time, Qin Yichen's face was also dignified.
After he stimulated the power of the blood, the energy required by the demons' power superimposed beyond his imagination!
In the past, he had superimposed the energy required for the Nine-Strength Demon Might, which was enough, but now, he just barely superimposed the Seventh!
However, Qin Yichen can feel that the power of the sevenfold power that is superimposed now even exceeds his previous limit!
He has urged Supreme Supreme to the extreme, but even Dacheng ’s Supreme Supreme has muscles on his arms showing signs of cracking at this time.
"Not enough, give me a stack!"
Qin Yichen's eyes flashed with a ruthless color, his heart angered and screamed, and the power of the bloodstream rushed out, and a terrible suction circulated from his body. Suddenly, the speed of absorbing the real yuan became more intense. The true element between heaven and earth is injected into its body at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.
At this time, Qin Yichen also summoned the armours of the million Taoism armors, otherwise, this terrible power would not be blown out by him before his arms would be blown up.
Under such crazy devour, the corner of Qin Yichen's mouth also evoked a smirk.
For the first time, he did not dare to have too many reservations against the giants at the level of giants. Similarly, he also wanted to leave a deep impression on the world, telling everyone that the Holy Intermediate Intermediate may not necessarily be at the peak of the Holy Intermediate. Fight against giants!
"Fold me!"
Qin Yichen screamed angrily in his heart, and finally the ninth-level magic power finally superimposed.
"What a big shit, watch Xiao Ye punch you!"
With the sound of a sound of clear drinking, in countless indifferent eyes, Qin Yichen stepped on his foot, bent his waist, and the next moment, like the same bow and arrow, faced the gray dragon that screamed, A fist smashed away.
"boom!"
With the blow of his punch, the space in front of him was squeezed into a vacuum by the terrible amount of violent violence, and an air shock wave swept away directly towards the top.
At the same time, from his dark fist, a terrible wave of energy surged out.
"boom!"
In countless horrified eyes, a golden fistprint finally whistled from his fist. With its appearance, the degree of boiling of the true yuan in this world became crazy, and that fistprint was like The fist of the annihilated god's residence is as ordinary as if it can burst into destruction.
"What magical power is this ?!"
In the great evil imperial city, countless powerful men looked at the bright fist print with horror, and all could not help but some ghosts, and the holy intermediate strongmen even exhibited such a powerful attack. What level of supernatural power is so overbearing?
"Give me it!"
At this time, the old figure on the sky also became extremely gloomy. There was a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes. From his body, he read that there was a gray gas rising, directly injected into the whistling down Among The Grey Dragons.
Under such an injection, the gray dragon is becoming darker. On its surface, there are pieces of scale armor appearing like a living dragon!
"Roar!"
Above the sky, the gray dragon snarled and waved its claws, directly smashing the air that was swept up first, and then tortured to the golden fist print. go with.
At this moment, even the four giants that originally met, at this time, their actions were unable to bear a slight stagnation, and their eyes were tightly looking at the space.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, both of them were terrible and extremely fluctuating magical powers. They finally collided in the sky, and the world shivered for a moment.
The whole sky seems to have become a pan. Those heavens and earth are the boiling oil among them, and the crazy riots are clamoring. The sights are shocking. Waves of terrible true elements are crazy, and they are constantly swept away in countless horrified eyes.
In the fierce storm, some sharp-eyed strong men saw that the golden fist print was not torn by the supernatural powers of their ethnic giants at the first time.
The world, which had some ironic words, became completely quiet except for the violent fluctuations.
Even holy seniors, under these visions, feel a sincere heartfelt. They are really a bit unimaginable, how a holy middle-level guy broke out such terrible strength!
Is this guy a human or a monster? !!
In the middle of the violent storm, none of the gray dragons and the golden fist prints were destroyed in the first place, and the two turned out to be eroding each other.
In this erosion, what is even more alarming is that the golden yellow fist prints seemed to be extremely violent, and the gray dragon that was transformed by their mighty superpowers turned out to be a little cracked first The signs are as if it is difficult to withstand such violent energy erosion.
"Click!"
In the sky, if there is a subtle sound, the eyes and pupils of countless strong people are all shrinking. Immediately, they see that the sky around the storm is actually full of cracks, even space. Can't withstand such powerful energy fluctuations!
This means that the blow from Qin Yichen turned out to reach the level of the giant!
What is most alarming is that under the intense gaze of countless eyes, the gray dragon dragon that should have been torn apart in a crushing posture began to crack and open from its claws.
"Oh!"
In the end, under the gaze of countless horrified eyes, the gray dragon was bursting out!
Qin Yichen's eyes were so cold, although the golden fist print became extremely faint, but it was with a terrible wave, directly facing the old figure on the distant sky. Whistling away.
"Humph!"
In the distance, Xie Yun's face was gloomy and watery. He grunted coldly, and the space in front of him was twisted, as if a space barrier had been formed.
"Oh!"
The golden fist print, which had not had much power, finally dissipated in this layer of twisted space.