human guard

Chapter 735 Not an opponent of the same level (seeking a monthly ticket)

The other peak masters looked at each other deflated and didn't say anything, but when they looked at the holy war platform, their eyes were full of dignity.

Just that punch.

Rao was shocked by them all.

No matter how weak the Holy Son of Earth Peak is, he is still a strong man at the level of a half-step god king, and he can be regarded as the strongest man below the god king level.

Even if this level of strength was instantly killed by a single punch, then the strength of the Holy Son of Shenfeng must have reached the level of a god king.

and.

It is very likely that it is not as simple as an ordinary god king.

the other side.

After Ziyun was scolding for a while, she also turned her attention back to the Jihad Platform.

Compared with the perception of other peak masters, as the leader of the Jihad platform this time, he can more clearly feel the power contained in Shen Changqing's punch.

"The power of that punch, I'm afraid it can already be ranked among the top kings of heaven and earth!"

Only this level of power can kill Yifeng Shengzi in one blow.

Ziyun is very clear that if he wants to achieve this step, only the real Tianjiao is qualified.

Suddenly.

He finally understood why the temple would tilt its resources on the other party, and why the Python Emperor was so optimistic about this person.

If it is Tianjiao, then everything makes sense.

"It's something to watch next!"

Ziyun smiled inwardly.

He originally thought that Shen Changqing would definitely lose, but now that the opponent has shown strength, it can be said that the chances of winning have greatly increased.

Whether the remaining twelve peak sons can join forces to compete is a question.

at this time.

Inside the holy war platform.

The Sons of the Twelve Peaks looked at the remains of flesh and blood scattered all over the ground, each of them had an extremely ugly expression, and some of them even had faint fear in their eyes.

no way.

This scene really exceeded their expectations.

Even though no one would have thought that Yifeng Shengzi would be instantly killed.

"Everyone, don't hold back any more, or you will see the end of the Holy Son of Difeng!" Zi Yunting, the holy son of Yunfeng, took a deep breath, and when he looked at Shen Changqing, there was no contempt in his eyes.

"kill!"

Ziyun Fang didn't talk nonsense, and immediately turned into a purple python, and killed Shen Changqing.

As soon as he shot, he showed his own body.

In this way, it means that the opponent's strength has no reservations.

After all, for the monks of all races, the body is often the most powerful means, not one of them.

Following Ziyunfang's attack, the other eleven peak saint sons attacked almost indiscriminately. Under the premise that the earth peak saint son was killed with a single punch, no one dared to hold back.

The Holy Son of the Twelve Peaks shot with all his strength, the terrifying power intertwined, and the shaking void burst open.

So offensive.

Even if it is the God King face to face, he is not sure of resisting.

but.

Faced with such an attack, Shen Changqing didn't have any worries on his face. He could only see that his left hand was behind his back, and his right hand was stretched out directly. The rich purple power condensed in his palm.

next moment.

The purple energy spewed out, turned into countless threads, and entangled towards the Son of the Twelve Peaks.

The purple air is intertwined.

When it was about to touch the Son of the Twelve Peaks, it instantly turned into a large purple net, sealing off the entire void.

"Ziqi Tianluo?"

Ziyunting looked at the purple air all over the sky, and a trace of disdain flashed in his huge pupils.

He has also cultivated the first-grade supernatural powers of Ziyun Holy Land, so he naturally has a lot of understanding.

Although Ziqi Tianluo is strong.

But for a strong man of his own level, it doesn't have much effect.

Immediately.

Ziyunting opened its mouth wide, and a column of golden energy spewed out from it immediately, a terrifying force erupted, as if it wanted to destroy the purple net.

"boom!"

The sky-shattering loud noise erupted, and the void inside the jihad platform was chaotic.

The purple net seems to be indestructible, and it cannot be shaken at all.

"not good!"

Seeing this, Ziyunting's complexion changed suddenly, and the power contained in Ziqi Tianluo in front of him was completely beyond his imagination.

Immediately.

He didn't care about what to think about, all the divine power gathered in a certain place of his body, and when he opened his mouth, there was a black and annihilated power rushing out.

The power of black seems to be able to swallow everything.

When the power surges out, the void will disappear inch by inch wherever it passes.

"Destroy the divine power!"

Shen Changqing's face remained unchanged, he could recognize that this was the innate supernatural power of the Ziyun clan.

The so-called annihilation of divine power contains extremely terrifying destructive power, which can even directly turn a part of the world into nothingness.

If it were an opponent of the same level, facing such a force, the only thing he could do was to retreat.

just.

Ziyunting failed to really cultivate the power of annihilation to the point where it could destroy a world.

Similarly, Shen Changqing is not a monk of the same level as him, but has the power to completely surpass the opponent.

At the moment when Mimi's divine power erupted, he shook his right hand firmly.

The huge purple net all over the sky was tightened in vain, and everything within the range of the big net disappeared into nothingness the moment it was tightened.

"Pfft!"

There was a holy son who couldn't dodge it, and was directly cut off in the middle.

The silk thread intertwined into a large purple net looks like a death scythe at this moment, containing terrifying sharp power.

Seeing this, the other holy sons all changed their faces and avoided them one after another.

at this time.

Shen Changqing's body instantly disappeared in place, and when he appeared, he was already behind Ziyunting.

Just one punch.

The majestic Yunfeng Shengzi didn't even have time to react, his head was directly blasted by that terrifying force, and his soul was instantly wiped out.

The moment his head exploded, the headless body fell directly to the ground.

Before the other holy sons could see clearly what happened, another peak holy son let out a scream, and his body exploded directly.

Flesh and blood flew.

The scene was extremely tragic.

now.

All the monks outside have lost their voices. All the monks of the Holy Land looked at the holy battle platform. Shen Changqing slaughtered the Holy Son as easily as crushing an ant, and his heart was completely replaced by shock.

hard to imagine.

The Holy Son, who used to be high above, is now as humble as an ant.

At the referee's seat, all the peak masters couldn't sit still at this moment. If Ziyun hadn't been intimidating, they would have directly intervened.

"Elder Zheng, this battle can no longer continue!"

"My Xuanfeng is willing to admit defeat!"

"Hurry up and stop him, or let him continue to kill like this, and my Ziyun Holy Land will lack a group of future strong men!"

heard.

Zi Yunzheng shook his head slightly: "The opening of the Jihad Tower, you and I can't stop it, unless they broke the rules during the competition, or one party surrendered, otherwise, it must not be stopped halfway."

Although seeing Shen Changqing massacring the holy sons of various peaks, he still felt that it was a bit too much.

But rules are rules.

As the saying goes, there is no rule without rules, and you have to stick to the rules at all times.

Now that the holy sons of the various peaks have not conceded defeat, and they have not broken the rules, they cannot intervene rashly and suspend the competition.

heard.

The masters of each peak had extremely ugly expressions on their faces.

The master of Difeng looked cold, staring at Ziyunluo: "Ziyunluo, your Shenfeng is so majestic today!"

This time.

Faced with the sneering words of the master of Difeng, Ziyunluo did not reply, but silently looked at Shen Changqing in the jihad platform, wondering what he was thinking.

"boom!"

Another punch was sent out, and a holy son had no room to resist, and his body was exploded by the bombardment, and his soul died.

Up to now, no peak son can stop Shen Changqing's punch.

Like an invincible God of War, he easily crushed the Son of Thirteen Peaks.

Every punch represents the fall of a holy son.

The remaining saint sons are now completely gutted, looking at Shen Changqing's face, it seems to be looking at some terrible existence.

"No...impossible, you are definitely not Ziyun Sheng!"

Ziyun Fang frantically shook his head, his face was completely occupied by fear.

He believed.

The monk in front of him is absolutely impossible to be Saint Ziyun.

Because Ziyun Sheng's strength will not be so powerful.

"Whether I am Ziyun Sheng or not, I can't change the situation of your fall today." Shen Changqing's eyes were silent, looking at the other party as if looking down on ants.

that moment.

The shadow of death directly cast over Ziyunfang's heart, crushing the last persistence in his heart.

"I surrender!"

Seeing that Shen Changqing punched, that terrifying force was about to engulf him, he yelled frantically.

The moment the voice fell.

Immediately, a mysterious force fell in, protecting his body inside, and in the next breath, Ziyunfang's figure disappeared.

"boom!"

At the same time that Ziyunfang's figure disappeared, the power of that punch hit the jihad platform.

The holy war platform, which was originally solid and indestructible, suddenly dented a large part.

Shen Changqing slowly withdrew his fist and looked sideways at the referee's seat.

The one who rescued Ziyun Fang just now was Ziyun Zheng.

When the opponent made a move, he had already noticed it, but he didn't show it. Otherwise, what qualifications would a mere Sun Moon God King have to save someone in front of him.

to be honest.

Now I can only show the strength of the peerless genius at most, and I can't go beyond it, so I just let Ziyun save people.

If it were any other place, it would not only be Ziyun Fang who would die, even Ziyunzheng who came to save others would also die.

now.

Seeing this scene, the remaining saint sons were stunned for a moment, and then rushed to speak.

"I surrender!"

"I also admit defeat!"

At this time, they had no intention of fighting Shen Changqing for a long time.

joke.

Yifeng Shengzi was in front of the opponent, and he didn't even have the qualifications to resist. He was killed on the spot with one punch, which was simply the shadow of his life.

Under such circumstances, who would dare to continue fighting.

admit defeat.

is the only way to survive.

If you don't admit defeat, you will end up just like the other Holy Sons.

When the remaining Holy Sons surrendered, Ziyun made the same move and moved them all out of the Jihad Platform.

Subsequently.

The light golden mask on the jihad platform also quietly dissipated.

(End of this chapter)