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The wind moves, the trees shake!

On the way to Qingtong Mountain, a group of people are walking!

Du Zhong and Huang Song are the leaders!

In the back are eighteen demi-saints from the major families in Yuzhou, a total of twenty semi-saint-level powerhouses, and between walking, the clouds and lights in the sky are all with them, as if they are being dragged and fluttering by these people.

After many demi-saints, there are a lot of people from all over the world, as well as other forces in Yuzhou, and many people from other provinces who dare to come to watch the battle!

After all, Qin Xuantian has a good reputation, known as invincible in the world, and he has killed many innate powerhouses, and this time he threatened to destroy the Yuzhou family with such fanfare, which has already alarmed the world!

This battle!

It can be described as a martial arts event in the world!!

The martial arts world has been silent for too long, and it has been a long time since there has been such a large-scale incident.

A lot of people were very excited.

"Hehe, this time Qin Xuantian is dead, my God, twenty demi-saints, I have never seen so many demi-saints!

"In the era of the end of the law, how difficult it is to cultivate martial arts, if you can enter the innate is already a genius of the heavens, if you put the half-saint in ancient times, there is no doubt that it is the posture of a saint!

"Qin Xuantian is worth it even if he is directly killed this time! Twenty demi-saints make a move, I'm afraid only the demi-saints of the heavenly list have this kind of treatment! Tsk is really terrifying, it is said that he has a record of defeating the peak demi-saints, and I don't know if it is true or not. ”

As for Qin Heng's strength, many people know about it from rumors, and they have not really come into contact with Qin Heng's strength information, so they don't have a very clear idea of how strong his strength is.

Even though he felt Qin Heng's awe-inspiring sword intent when he was at the door of Du's house before, after all, he didn't intuitively see his attack, and it was still not very true!

Many people still feel that the cooperation of the twenty demi-saints, and even the Pang family, who is good at formations, and the Huang family, who are good at long-range attacks, even if it is the tenth half-saint of the heavenly list, they have to retreat!

Qin Xuantian is an innate peak, is it worth such fanfare?

It's incredible!

It's unbelievable!

"At this time, do you still have doubts about Qin Xuantian's strength?" someone in the crowd sneered, this was a young man in a black power suit, he looked around, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice:

"The Zeng family in Youzhou was destroyed by Qin Xuantian alone, and Zeng Tusheng, who rebelled against the saint with half his life, died in the hands of Qin Xuantian, and was beaten to death by Qin Xuantian with a palm!

"What!?Kill Zeng Tu Sheng with one palm!?"

"Oh my God! How could it be, that was Zeng Tu Sheng, the legendary powerhouse!"

"Qin Xuantian is actually so powerful!!"

"Who are you, how do you know that?"

The young man straightened his clothes, his chin rose slightly, the corners of his mouth showed a little news, and he smiled: "Tianjimen Guangyinfang True Biography, Ye Feng, how do you say I know?"

The true legend of Tianjimen?

The disciple of the Ancient Divine Sect is still the true lineage of the Heavenly Machine Sect, who is known for his omniscience, and it seems not surprising that he knows these things.

"Qin Xuantian is very interesting!" Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, he looked in the direction of Qingtong Mountain, and said secretly in his heart: "You must have a big secret hidden in you, don't let me down!!"

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"Brother Pang, how sure are you?" Du Zhong wrapped his voice in true qi and transmitted the sound to Pang Wei in secret, saying, "How do you feel about the sword light of that little beast in front of you?"

"Sword intent Ling Ran, unstoppable!" Pang Wei's face sank slightly, and he also transmitted his voice, saying: "Although I don't want to admit it, his strength is definitely above you and me, and even far surpasses, the sword light I faced before is just the aftermath of a sword in his hand!"

"This son is terrifying, and he must not stay!" Huang Song's voice came, and he said: "Although Qin Heng, this little beast, is only the peak of his congenital nature, his strength is terrifying!

"But there's more than three of us, hey. Du Zhong's voice became relaxed, with a little smile, and said, "It is true that you and I can't be his opponents, but we have twenty people here! Twenty Half-Saints!!"

"That's right! Twenty demi-saints!This is enough power to sweep the world!" Pang Wei also laughed and said, "And with the support of my battle array, that little beast will definitely die!!"

"My Huang family's divine bow hasn't drunk blood for many years, and I'm very thirsty!" Huang Song nodded and said with a smile: "We can attach importance to him, but there is no need to be afraid of him, because we are stronger than him!

......

Yuzhou border.

It is about to enter the high-speed toll station in Youzhou.

Zhang Liu, who was driving the RV and migrating with the convoy, stuck his head out of the window, looked in the direction of Qingtong Mountain, and then closed his eyes, please shake his head slightly.

Eventually, with a long sigh, he let out a breath of turbidity.

Retracted his gaze and collected his thoughts.

"Give!"

He took out the money, paid the highway toll, closed the window, and looked ahead.

Gear!

Step on the gas!

Airplanes!

Cars roar!

This young head of the Zhang family, Zhang Liu, a descendant of the Hou, led the whole family away from Yuzhou!

......

Merchants!

Above the ancient mansion, above the clouds three thousand meters high, Zishen stood with his hands in his hands, suspended in the air.

The current Zi Ginseng is no longer the original coarse linen dress, he is wearing a dark crown robe, a pale gold armor on his shoulders, a gold crown on his head, and long boots!

Just stand there, let the clouds in the sky bow down, and the vitality of the eight directions surrender!

This is a king!!

Ninth on the list!

Shang Prince Ginseng!!

At this time, his eyes were pale golden, and his killing intent was strong!

It seems that he can penetrate the void, cross seven hundred miles of mountains and rivers, and see Qin Heng under Qingtong Mountain!

"What a weather, like a celestial man! What a pity, after all, I will die in my hands! The king's land is inviolable!!"

......

At the foot of Qingtong Mountain, twenty coffins are neatly arranged.

Qin Heng was dressed in white, suspended in the air, his eyes slightly closed, sitting cross-legged, and the Flowing Moon Sword was horizontal on his knees.

Lu Pujia and Qu Linglong looked anxious.

"Qin Heng! You go! Why don't you listen to persuasion!!"

"That's twenty demi-saints!And there's Zishen, a demi-saint of the Heavenly Rank, you're going to die!!"

The two kept shouting at Qin Heng, trying to persuade him to leave.

In their opinion, Qin Heng is definitely impossible to be the opponent of the twenty half-saints, let alone the opponent of the half-saints of the Heavenly List, here is looking for death!

Qin Heng turned a deaf ear, as if he hadn't heard it at all, and still sat on the clouds.

A moment later.

He suddenly opened his eyes, looked into the distance, and said lightly: "They are here." ”

Lu Pujia and Qu Linglong were stunned for a moment, and then their faces turned pale!

Finished!!

......

Du Zhong and Huang Song came to the foot of Qingtong Mountain with a group of demi-saints, and they were thinking about the tactics of war.

Ye Feng and those who came to watch the battle also arrived one after another, looking east and west, but in the end, these people's eyes stayed in one place, and they stopped, stunned in place.

Plunge into unparalleled horror!

Whether it is a half-saint or a congenital, at this moment, there is only one figure in the eyes, occupying everything!!

Under Qingtong Mountain!

A young man in white crossed his knees stroked his sword, lying high in the nine clouds, his breath was ethereal, as if he was beyond the heaven and earth, there was no trace of fireworks!

As holy!

Like a fairy!

Such as the avenue!!

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