Chapter 1263: Crushing

Above the sky, all eyes converged on Qin Yichen.

The more than ten saint-level powerhouses all had angry expressions on their faces, and they were obviously angry because of Qin Yichen's arrogance.

Even if Qin Yichen's reputation is far from being comparable to them, in their eyes, no matter how famous the latter is and how strong his background is, in the final analysis, he is just a respected junior, at best, a stronger ant.

Although the latter has a strong record against the others, he has never heard of him competing with a saint-level powerhouse.

After all, there is an unbridgeable gap between the Honorable and Saint levels!

"Are you going to go together, or are you coming one by one?"

However, before those saint-level powerhouses could scold, a voice full of provocation came out of Qin Yichen's mouth again.

"Wow!"

As soon as these words came out, an uproar suddenly erupted in the sky, and those saint-level powerhouses all stared at Qin Yichen with strange expressions.

They really couldn't understand where a mere honorable boy got the courage to say such words to them.

Did he think that these saint-level powerhouses who came to the door would be jealous of his identity?

"It seems that some false names have made this junior forget about it. ”

"Hehe, with such an attitude, I'm really curious how he survived to this day. ”

"I don't know the so-called juniors!"

A cold snort spread in the sky, and the powerful saint-level aura was also firmly locked on Qin Yichen.

In the sky above Yunling City, Ling Lao's face also changed slightly because of Qin Yichen's arrogant words, but after a short contact these days, he also knew that the latter was not a reckless person, since he said this, he was afraid that he had his own thoughts.

However, in front of him were more than ten saint-level powerhouses!

With this kind of power, even if he is a mid-level saint, he can only temporarily avoid the edge.

"Hehe, these days, really any idiot can survive. ”

In the midst of the uproar, the saint-level young man at the front, who was already very gloomy, was even colder at this time, his eyes stared at Qin Yichen coldly, and his cold voice sounded slowly.

As this cold voice came out, a cold killing intent that made people chill also quietly diffused.

"To deal with a mere junior, I am enough alone!"

Behind this young man, a middle-aged man who looked to be about thirty years old snorted coldly and walked out.

"Huh!"

With the moment the cold snort fell, a hideous color suddenly appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and in the next moment, he stepped out, and his figure disappeared strangely.

"Be careful!"

At the moment when the middle-aged man's figure disappeared, Ling Lao's complexion changed suddenly, and he couldn't take too much care of it, so he directly reminded him out loud.

"Huh!"

Qin Yichen's figure stood in mid-air, his spiritual power had already spread all over him, and then, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his body suddenly drifted back an inch.

"Whew!"

And as soon as Qin Yichen's body retreated, a palm with a majestic true yuan, like a sharp palm knife, quickly slashed down from its previous position, and where the palm wind passed, it cut off a strand of Qin Yichen's hair.

"Humph!"

A palm fell into the air, and the figure of the middle-aged man also flashed out, he snorted coldly, his arm was for a while, and his palm changed to a cut, turning into a palm knife, and slashed at Qin Yichen's throat.

And just as the palm knife was about to land on Qin Yichen's throat, his palm also suddenly poked out, and on that palm, there was a faint golden light surging, and immediately, he grabbed the cut palm fiercely.

"Buzz ......"

The fierce energy continued to erode towards Qin Yichen's palm, and what was surprising was that in the flickering of the golden light, Qin Yichen's palm was not cut off instantly, not even a trace of blood, but resisted that fierce qi.

Even, a domineering force was still eroding towards that palm.

"Hmph, to this extent, you want to resist me?"

The saint-level powerhouse's eyes condensed slightly, and then he sneered, and a majestic and violent True Yuan roared out of his body.

"Phew!"

When it comes to the degree of true yuan majesty, Qin Yichen still has some gaps compared to such saint-level powerhouses. Under the impact of this majestic True Yuan, his palm was also slightly numb, and he was shocked back.

"Boom!"

Immediately, Qin Yichen slammed his fist on the Zhen Yuan that shot out, and his body also used the force of the shock to float back.

"What's the matter, little brute, where did you go with that madness?"

As soon as the blow was repulsed, the hideous color on the face of the saint-level powerhouse became more and more intense, and the cold mockery sounded again.

Qin Yichen glanced at him, and there was a cold glint in his eyes.

However, in the current situation, even he can't help but have a little headache, more than ten saint-level powerhouses, once they join forces, even if they show all their hole cards, I'm afraid he will be difficult to beat.

"Boy, your perception is quite keen......"

The saint-level powerhouse stared at Qin Yichen, the corners of his mouth hooked up a cruel smile, and then, a loud voice rang out: "However, this kind of perception is useless!"

"Boom!"

As his words fell, the monstrous holy power swept out, and before Qin Yichen could retreat, he shrouded the latter.

Seeing this scene, the corners of the mouths of the more than ten saint-level powerhouses in the back all hooked up a playful smile.

In their opinion, Qin Yichen was already a dead end.

In the Holy Might, the Saint-level powerhouse is almost a god-like existence, no matter how keen his perception is, no matter how fast he is, he can't dodge the attack from the Holy Power!

It can be said that even if there are thousands of powerhouses, as long as they fall into the holy might, they are lambs to the slaughter!

"Little brute, you run away again!"

Seeing that he was shrouded in his own holy power, the fierce light on the face of that saint-level powerhouse was about to be revealed, he took a deep breath, walked in front of Qin Yichen as if he was strolling.

"Phew!"

With a punch, Qin Yichen's figure was directly thrown into the air.

"Huh!"

Before Qin Yichen fell, his figure flashed, and his figure appeared in the sky above Qin Yichen like a ghost.

"Phew!"

"Phew!"

In this holy power that spreads all over the place, this saint-level powerhouse is like a divine mansion, easily playing with Qin Yichen, whose reputation has shocked all races.

The latter's body, like a ball, was blasted around.

What is a little surprising is that under such a stormy offensive, although Qin Yichen looked embarrassed, from beginning to end, he did not have any injuries on his body, not even a trace of blood.