The attack of the fourteen half-saints is really terrifying, just that kind of majesty, people can't help but bow and worship, even if it is a real saint in person, against the fourteen ancient saints, they will die on the spot!

Throughout the ages, except for the turbulent era, there has never been so many demi-saints who attacked at the same time, and most of the people who were besieged had no chance of survival.

"Chinese people, but a few days ago, in the Xingchen Pavilion of the Tiantong Star King family, you killed Zhao Yihuan, the descendant of my Zhao family?"

Zhao Jianchen walked in the air, a holy power spread, overwhelming people, the fairy sword behind him rushed out of the night, the sword intent was vertical and horizontal, floating and sinking around him, and a terrifying killing intent poured out of his body.

In the face of the fourteen half-saints, Ye Cheng was not afraid, but shook his head and chuckled: "I did kill two people that day, could it be that one of them is a descendant of your Zhao clan? ”

"Haha, so daring!"

Zhao Jianchen didn't laugh angrily, he thought that after he opened his mouth, Ye Cheng would immediately be so frightened that he would kneel and beg for mercy, but he didn't expect Ye Cheng to be so hard.

"In that case, I give you death!"

The smile on Zhao Jianchen's face was closed, and he spoke calmly.

The other thirteen demi-saints, who had no intention of making a move, took the initiative to disperse and besiege Ye Cheng in it to prevent him from escaping, if there were really more than a dozen demi-saints at the same time to deal with a Yuanying early stage monk, they would also be embarrassed to say it.

Zhao Jianchen walked with a tiger's step, a black robe grinning, he pressed forward, his eyes were full of killing intent, his face was indifferent, and the fairy sword that floated behind him hummed, like a long dragon, automatically volleyed down in the air.

"Whoosh!"

A sword ray, more than a hundred zhang huge, indestructible, this is a blow that is about to approach the saint, although Zhao Jianchen is at the peak of the half-saint realm, but for the attainment of the sword, it has far surpassed the ordinary person.

The immeasurable sword light fell, the void trembled, and the ten thousand sword rays were surging, all of them were substantial, just like a blade, just one sword, blocked all the retreats of this void, Ye Cheng had to take this sword!

The lion fights the rabbit, and he still goes all out, Zhao Jianchen doesn't want any accidents, he just wants to kill Ye Cheng with a sword.

"Yes, I can't imagine that I have such an understanding of kendo as a mere half-saint, it seems that your Zhao clan is not unpopular!"

Ye Cheng commented casually, his casual attitude completely angered Zhao Jianchen.

"Wait for me to break your body into ten thousand pieces, and collect your soul as a sword slave, see if your mouth is still hard!" Zhao Jianchen was cold and said no more.

As a dignified half-saint, he felt that no matter how much nonsense he talked with Ye Cheng, he would lose his identity.

"It's a pity, if this emperor is still Jindan, he values you a little by three points, but this emperor is now condensed Yuanying, and you can't hurt this emperor with this kind of means. Ye Cheng shook his head lightly, his eyes full of pride.

Ye Cheng raised his hand, opened and closed widely, he was covered with a layer of gray light, very inconspicuous, like a pearl covered with dust, but this gray light gave people an extremely dangerous feeling.

Chaos Gas!

With the knowledge of Zhao Jianchen and others, they still don't know this kind of thing that is beyond their horizons.

"Pull out the mountains and cover the world!"

Ye Cheng raised his hand and punched, his body shrouded in this chaotic qi, and the Yuan Ying in his dantian suddenly opened his eyes.

"Dang!"

He threw a punch, and the substantiated sword qi that fell from the void collapsed in an instant, like paper paste.

"What!"

Zhao Jianchen's face finally changed, and the expressions of the other thirteen demi-saints became extremely solemn.

After Ye Cheng condensed the Yuan Infant, his strength increased by more than one level, he was like a real dragon, between the swings of his fists, it was filled with a faint law of heaven and earth, every time he punched, the Dao in the void resonated, the earth trembled lightly, and a series of visions occurred.

Including Zhao Jianchen, these fourteen half-saints can't be calm.

"There's something weird about this kid!"

A half-saint surnamed Ji spoke, his face was solemn, and behind him there was a golden wheel turning, making him like a living bodhisattva, folded and shining.

"Between the gestures, the avenue resonates, in the early days of the Yuan Infant, there is this kind of vision, and it is even more difficult to keep him!"

Similarly, another Lin Clan Demi-Saint said coldly.

He opened his mouth and spat out, and a bronze chariot grew from small to large, and finally turned into the size of a house, with mottled monuments on it, full of the breath of time.

This bronze chariot was originally a broken holy soldier, which was captured by this Lin Clan demi-saint in the Starry Sky Ancient Battle Ground, and after being re-refined, it turned into his Dao soldier, surpassing the ordinary demi-saint.

"Kill him!" Zhao Jianchen drank lightly.

The Ji clan, the Lin clan and the Zhao clan are on good terms, and they can be said to be in the same spirit, and the three half-saints can't care about face, because they have already felt that Ye Cheng is extraordinary, if they don't kill him today, maybe they won't have a chance in the future.

Three terrifying holy powers attacked, and the three of them had no intention of retaining their strength at all, and they were almost the most powerful means of attacking!

"Shhh

The onlookers hundreds of miles away, they were either standing in the void or standing on the street of Tianshu City, and when they saw this scene, they all gasped.

"The three demi-saints are in a hurry! they don't want to lose face, they want to kill this Chinese young man strongly, just like the three Mahayana monks of the Golden Crow royal clan back then, and kill the Great Yi Tianzun!"

"The performance of this Chinese young man is too shocking, the five-colored heavenly tribulation has never been heard of in ancient times, and the Ji clan, the Lin clan, and the Zhao clan do not want to see it, and the rise of this Chinese young man can only be strangled in the cradle. After all, back then, the Hua clan had only one Great Yi Tianzun, and all the ancient clans in the Ziwei Star Domain were pressed to bow their heads, who wanted to repeat the scene of that year?" a Yuanying Sect Master shook his head slightly.

Zhao Jianchen made a move, he was holding a half-saint level immortal sword, like a divine rainbow, the speed exceeded the sound barrier by more than ten times, and almost in the blink of an eye, he came to Ye Cheng, and cut it down with a sword, wanting to cut off Ye Cheng's head!

Ye Cheng raised his hand, the chaotic qi in his palm surged, and a gray piece was attached to the surface of his hands, and he held this fairy sword in his hand with a slight grip!

"Sonorous!"

There was a sound of metal clashing, and the blade seemed to slash at gold and iron.

"What? Catch the Hallows empty-handed!"

Zhao Jianchen felt a burst of horror, he couldn't be clearer about the lethality of his immortal sword.

Even if the saint is there in person, he doesn't dare to use his body to take it hard, right?

"You really lift yourself, it's clearly a half-saint-level weapon, but it's called a holy weapon, this sword is far behind. Ye Cheng shook his head and said with a smile.

"You!"

Zhao Jianchen's old face was blue and red for a while, after all, he had lived for thousands of years, and the city was extremely deep, he quickly regained his composure, and sneered: "Even if it is only a half-saint level immortal sword, it is enough to kill you!"

"Really?"

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Ye Cheng's mouth, he slammed his force with one hand, which was enough to have the momentum of ten thousand pounds, under the blessing of the chaotic qi, Zhao Jianchen's immortal sword was rapidly twisted and deformed, and finally broke inch by inch with a 'dang' sound, turning into countless silver fragments.

"Bang!"

At the same time, Ye Cheng blasted out a punch and hit Zhao Jianchen's chest, causing his chest to sink down, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew upside down.

"What, Brother Zhao, are you okay?" the demi-saint of the Ji clan spoke, extremely surprised.

Zhao Jianchen's face was a little pale, but it was not a big problem, the collapse of his chest recovered in an instant, but he only lost part of the power of the origin, and the demi-saint was not so easy to die.

"There is something wrong with this son, the gray gas on his body is his reliance!"

Zhao Jianchen grimaced and sensed the problem.

"I'll meet him!"

The half-saint of the Ji clan drank lightly, he was like a Buddha, the golden wheel on the back of his head rotated, as dazzling as the sun and the moon, this golden wheel flew out, rotating towards Ye Cheng, where the golden wheel passed, immediately set off a tornado, the momentum was huge.

At the same time, the demi-saint of the Lin clan also made a move, and the bronze chariot under his feet ran towards Ye Cheng, with an irresistible demi-saint might.

Ye Cheng ascended to the sky, did not retreat but advanced, and the chaotic qi on the surface of his body surged, turning into a jet-black battle suit, blooming with a cold glow.

"Pounding!"

Ye Cheng punched out two punches in a row, and the golden wheel of the Ji clan and the chariot of the Lin clan and the chariot of the Lin clan, as if they were paper paste, exploded violently, turning into a rain of light in the sky, and this was not over, after smashing the two half-saint Dao soldiers, he continued to bully him and took the initiative to do something to the two half-saints!

"What did I see? The early Yuan Infant Monk took the initiative to attack with one enemy and two enemies, and the other party was two demi-saints?"

Everyone in the audience opened their mouths and rubbed their eyes vigorously, feeling unreal.

"Bang!"

"Click!"

The two demi-saints of the Ji clan and the Lin clan exploded their bodies, turning into a piece of flesh and bones, floating into the distance, condensing and reorganizing in the void more than ten miles away.

The two demi-saints of the Ji clan and the Lin clan reappeared, but their faces were full of horror.

"Shhh

The onlookers all gasped, as if they had seen a ghost, goosebumps all over their bodies, cold air on their backs, and they felt their scalps tingle, this scene completely shocked them.

"Who is that? What a terrifying destructive power, with just his fists, he can shatter a demi-saint's Dao soldier?

A monk who didn't know Ye Cheng gasped.

"This ...... Where is this son what kind of saint-level powerhouse, you just came here is not clear, half a day ago, this son was still a late-stage Jindan monk, he had just successfully condensed the Yuanying, he was not a saint-level powerhouse at all, but an early-stage Yuanying monk......"

One of the insiders spoke with difficulty, his throat feeling dry, and he couldn't speak.

After all, all this is too shocking, the early Yuan Infant against the three demi-saints, not only defeated them, but also destroyed their Dao soldiers, just like the Arabian Nights, it should only appear in dreams, not in reality!

In just a few rounds, three demi-saints have been injured, and the demi-saint-level Dao soldiers have been destroyed, who can not be shocked?

"What! Infant Monk?

Upon learning the true situation, the man was completely petrified, his mouth was wide open, and his jaw almost fell to the ground.

"Nothing is impossible, the facts are right in front of you, what if I tell you that this person is from the Chinese nationality!"

"Chinese ......"

Everyone's pupils shrank slightly, thinking of the history of a Chinese young man who descended on the Ziwei Star Domain ten thousand years ago, and finally became a saint in the Ziwei Star Domain, and the various clans in the Ziwei Star Domain couldn't raise their heads.

The young man's name is Da Yi!

"If it's really Chinese...... It's not surprising......"

The Golden Pavilion Master of the Purple Micro Star Domain Branch of the Immortal Treasure Pavilion had all kinds of surprised expressions on his face, his eyes kept flashing, and his essence shot backwards, looking at Ye Cheng with surprise and shock.

At the same time, Ye Cheng put his hands behind his back, his eyes were calm, and he swept over the three demi-saints of the Zhao clan, the Ji clan, and the Lin clan, these three people had a fever on their faces, and they felt very faceless!

"Are you going to do something to me around Bendi?"

Suddenly, Ye Cheng's eyes turned and he glanced at all the demi-saints present.

"Amitabha! The Chinese are a sin race, the mother star is permanently exiled to the barbarian star field, and they will never leave, the descendants of sinners should repent and repent, but the donor does not repent, obviously has fallen into the devil, my Buddha is merciful, does not kill, the poor monk will lift the demon barrier for the donor, go to the Buddha Yin Temple, and repent for 10,000 years!"

An old monk with a cold look in his eyes spoke, and there were 10,000 characters surging above his head, which was extremely sacred, as if the Buddha was in the world.

(End of chapter)