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Chapter 1368: Tentative

"broken!"

That kind of violent ripple storm has covered countless sights, while many disciples in Taihao Holy Land are still in doubt, a faint voice came out from above the sky.

"Oh!"

With the sound of the sound falling, there was a crisp sound above the sky. Above the dazzling fist print, there was a crack in the road, and finally, in a startled gaze, a bang burst And open, turned into the true element of wild rage.

In the violent storm of Zhenyuan, a slender figure walked out in a leisurely walk, and that man was exactly Qin Yichen!

Looking at the young man who was unscathed, Wan Yang's eyes and pupils shrank slightly. Although he did not use his full strength with the punch just now, the latter was able to destroy his attack so easily. Unexpectedly.

"The Son of the First Holy Place is nothing more than that."

Qin Yichen looked indifferently at Wan Yang who looked somber, and the sound of sneer sounded quietly.

"I look down on you."

Refuting Wan Yang's cold snoring, he knew that he was divining what he was doing above his tongue. At that moment, he had no meaning of nonsense. With the grip of his palm, a long golden gun appeared in his body. Hands.

The spear is golden, as if cast by gold, giving a sense of indestructibility. Above the tip of the gun, it has a bright light, which is extremely strange.

"That's the Jinyang Magic Gun ?!"

Mu Yanfeng cried out looking at the spear.

Anyone who has heard of Wan Yang's famous name is naturally familiar with his weapon of fame.

When refuting that Wanyang was still the emperor, holding the Jinyang magic gun and transcending the ranks to kill the superiors also caused a lot of movement in the sacred area!

Jinyang's magic gun is in his hand, and the momentum of refuting Wanyang is becoming more and more tyrannical. With the shock of the gun body, there is suddenly a sharp wind breaking sound across the sky, and the golden light is rippling. All are torn in general.

"Oh!"

Refuting Wan Yang's body storming out and turning into a ghost image, and the Jinyang magical gun took the sky gun shadow, shrouded away in front of Qin Yichen, a sweeping spirit of sweeping away.

Looking at the shadow of the sky gun, Yu Qianqiu's complexion was slightly condensed, such a fierce offensive, even him, dare not say that he can defend without leaks.

"The marksmanship is good, but it's still slower."

However, what is surprising is that in the envelope of the sky gun shadow, Qin Yichen's face is not panic. His body is like a ghost, but he is dodging freely in the sky gun shadow.

"The spear is empty!"

Seeing this scene, Wan Yang's complexion was also slightly condensed. With a sharp drink, I saw that the sky gun shadow suddenly disappeared, and a golden light about a hundred laughs burst out suddenly from the tip of the gun. Lightning generally whistled away from Qin Yichen.

Under the shadow of this gun, the sky is filled with a thrilling killing spirit.

In the face of this gun, Qin Yichen's eyes were also slightly stunned. Immediately, he stepped on his feet, and in a startled gaze, punched away at the gun shadow.

Under his one punch, the air was squeezed into a shell, and he was the first to blast on the gun shadow.

As the space trembled, the sky burst and burst open. In the end, the amazing shadow of the gun was unshakable with Qin Yichen's fist.

"Boom!"

When the two collided, a dull sound rang out suddenly, the horror of the real element shocked, like a wave, swept across in all directions.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were closely watching the most violent part of the impact, where a long figure stood upright.

And if the handle can give the sky a hole in the cave, it was actually resisted by the iron fist.

Under the impact of that gunman, his figure slowly retreated in mid-air, and every step back, the air made a sound like being stepped on.

"how can that be?!"

Seeing his own attack was actually resisted by the latter, and a dismay appeared in the eyes of Wan Yang.

At this time, Qin Yichen's eyes flickered sharply. In his body, the speed of the blood surge suddenly accelerated. In the next instant, his feet slammed into the air, and the air under his feet burst open.

"Break me!"

Above the arm of Qin Yichen, blue veins lingered, and with a violent drink, a terrible force suddenly wafted from his arm.

"Om ..."

At this time, the golden lances cracked and cracked. At the same time, these cracks spread like spider webs. Finally, with a crisp sound, the hundred-foot-sized golden lances exploded directly. And open, turning into golden spots of light, slowly falling.

"This guy, what a monster."

Mu Yanfeng smiled bitterly. In just two years, he found that the latter had reached a level that made him look up.

"No wonder he said that the essence and blood of the Jiuli guy was useless to him, and the flesh of this guy had already been so strong."

Yu Qianqiu's heart also sighed with a punch, banging against Wan Yang's attack, and the violent gesture was really shocking.

"His ... So strong! Is this our Qin Shengzi?"

"Oh my God, he is waiting for the terrible strength, at least the highest level of honor ?!"

"How is this possible? I saw it with my own eyes. When he left, it was only a royal level!"

"When Brother Qin was in the imperial realm, he was able to slay the honorable powerhouse, but now he can compete with such evils like Wan Yang!"

Looking at a figure in the golden light of that sky, after a short silence, a thunderous sound of exclaiming sounded in Taihao Holy Land, a lot of fiery colors in the eyes of awe.

"I have to say, you do have the capital to face me up!"

Looking at the slender figure on the opposite side, Wan Yang finally felt it. It is impossible to humiliate this guy at will, and his face slowly became heavy.

"Om ..."

With the fall of his voice, the golden light in the sky suddenly increased, but it was just a few breaths of effort, and the sky above Taihao Holy Land was filled with golden light.

"What awesome Jerome!"

Seeing those golden lights, the master of Beihao Hall looked faint. Although he also broke through to the Holy Level, Shengwei was undoubtedly inferior to that of Wanyang.

Looking at the Holy Power above the sky, even with the layer of transparent mask, the disciples of countless Taihao sacred places felt the unmatched power among them, and their faces were covered with thick Deep horror.