Around the place where the pale golden light was hit, dozens of people were injured and fell, blood flowing.

The fans in the stadium looked at the sky in horror.

"Oh my God, what kind of monster is that!

"It shouldn't be a laser, right? How can anyone shoot a laser? This, I'm afraid this is a god, or a monster?"

"Run, if you don't run, you'll be shot by that monster in the sky, and you'll die!"

In the stadium, tens of thousands of fans panicked.

"Hahahaha! You stupid mortals!"

The Son of the Burmese God hovered in mid-air, wantonly shooting pale golden rays of light towards the crowd.

People scattered in all directions, but the stadium was already full of 10,000 people, and it was already out of chaos, which made the scene even more chaotic.

Under the bombardment of the pale golden light of the Divine Son of Burmese, and the trampling on each other, there were countless casualties in the stadium for a while.

At this time, the dust and debris that shrouded the stage gradually dissipated.

In the crowd that was closer, the bolder ones stretched out their heads to take a look, only to see that at the bottom of the big pit, the white-haired man was facing down, hugging Xie Zhiruo tightly, and completely blocking Xie Zhiruo's body to the ground.

The white-haired man is naturally Ye Chen.

At this time, Ye Chen was motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Obviously, at the last moment when he was bombarded by the pale golden light, it was Ye Chen who turned over and blocked all the attacks for Xie Zhiruo with his back.

"Hurry, go and save people, go and save people!"

Several security guards shouted that they were about to rush into the pit.

And Deng Jianmeng rushed in first.

Click!

Suddenly, Ye Chen's body moved.

"Dust, how are you?"

Deng Jianmeng shouted loudly.

"Aren't you dead?"

Everyone was nervous.

In the midst of everyone's nervous gaze, the white-haired man slowly stood up and smiled at Deng Jianmeng, "How can I die." ”

"Huh, so you're not dead?"

In mid-air, the god of Burmese looked down with a little surprise, "But you are so weak, how many times can you stop me? I really don't know, how did that waste of the high priest die in your hands!"

"You'll find out soon, I'll let you go with that priest!"

Ye Chen snorted coldly, looking up at the Burmese God Divine Son in the air, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

"Hahaha! Stupid mortal, do you think that if you happen to kill the high priest and take away a little bit of the power of faith belonging to the god of Burma, you will be able to brag in front of me? Let me tell you with my strength that you lowly mortals, even if you have seized the power of faith from the god of Burmese, you are at most a false god! No, you are an extremely weak ant, and even a false god is a hundred times stronger than you!"

The god of Burman in the sky laughed wildly, and another pale golden light shot down.

"True Yuan Shield!"

Ye Chen let out a loud sigh, and a translucent disc appeared out of thin air on his left hand, holding it high above his head.

"Bang!"

The pale golden light suddenly shot on the True Yuan Shield, bursting into a burst of fire and dissipating.

And the translucent True Yuan Shield also trembled violently, and the color became more transparent.

Obviously, the True Yuan Shield couldn't withstand a few such attacks.

"Huh?"

In mid-air, the god of Burmese let out a surprised 'huh', and a few pale golden rays of light thundered down, Ye Chen raised the True Yuan Shield again, and the 'Bang Bang' sound was blocked, and the True Yuan Shield trembled violently a few times again, and it actually dissipated!

Ye Chen snorted coldly, slapped the small box on his waist with his right hand, and the Sky Breaking Sword appeared out of thin air.

Ye Chen's left hand held up the True Yuan Shield again, his right hand clenched the Sky Breaking Sword, kicked his feet, rose into the sky, and shot towards the Divine Son of the Burmese God in the air!

"Sky Breaking Sword, Slash!"

Ye Chen burst out, and the Sky Breaking Sword instantly soared to dozens of meters, and in mid-air, he slashed towards the Burmese God Divine Son!

And the Burmese God Divine Son faced Ye Chen's sky-breaking sword, but he didn't dodge or dodge, and when he raised his hand, two pale golden rays of light shot towards Xie Zhiruo on the ground.

"Despicable!"

Ye Chen roared angrily, and suddenly launched a True Yuan into the air, and with the force of the recoil of the True Yuan, his body quickly moved sideways, blocking in front of the two pale golden rays.

"Boom! boom!"

Ye Chen's body was hit by two pale golden rays of light again, falling from mid-air like a broken kite.

Swish!

The sword that Ye Chen slashed out before he was bombarded was also the god of Burmese who slashed into the air.

The Sky Breaking Sword slashed through his left shoulder and out of his right abdomen!

Split him in half!

Call!

Ye Chen got up from the ground and looked coldly at the Burmese God Divine Son who was split in half in mid-air.

This Burmese god is the strongest opponent Ye Chen has encountered since he stepped into the cultivation of immortals!

I'm afraid that its strength has already surpassed the peak of the so-called martial arts grandmaster!

Ye Chen's expression did not relax in the slightest.

Although the Burmese God Divine Son in the air was split in half by his sword, in Ye Chen's divine thoughts, it did not disappear, and it did not even become significantly weaker!

Sure enough, in mid-air, the god of Burmese, who was split in half, not only did the two halves of the body not fall, but instead merged again in mid-air.

In a few breaths, it was the same again.

Hiss –

In the stadium, tens of thousands of fans who had not had time to evacuate couldn't help but gasp.

What did they see tonight?

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