Swallow God Supreme

Chapter 4641 What a coincidence
Xingxuan Gong!
The majestic power of the stars filled Qin Chen's whole body.

"Oh!"

Cloud Zhan Dao was blocked by the bloodthirsty magic blade covered with starlight.

"Ok?"

Han Zhiyu showed a strange look.

He could feel that Qin Chen's strength had suddenly increased a lot.

"So there are still hands left?"

Han Zhiyu frowned.

Thinking of the fact that Qin Chen was ranked ninth in the [Little Saint List], it is reasonable.

To be able to fight against him, a first-rank middle sage, at the realm of a fourth-rank minor sage, he still has some strength.

But, this is not enough.

"Qin Chen, let you feel the power of my ancient Korean race!"

The blood in Han Zhiyu's body suddenly erupted like a volcano.

Qin Chen could clearly sense that the opponent's holy power suddenly became extraordinarily thick and majestic.

"Whoosh!"

When the Cloud Zhan Dao slashed at Qin Chen again, its power increased visibly with the naked eye.

"Oh!"

The knife struck Qin Chen's body and sent Qin Chen flying.

Han Zhiyu sneered, and arrived in an instant.

Over the years, relying on the background of the ancient Korean blood, he often killed the enemy by leapfrogging.

A mere fourth-grade minor sage.

Not to mention being ninth on the list of little saints, even if he is number one on the list of little saints, he is not afraid.

"boom!"

The loud noise was shocking.

The cloud chopping knife slashed at Qin Chen's holy body again.

With a bang, the holy power in Qin Chen's body rushed out unreservedly, like a storm hitting the shore.

"what!"

Han Zhiyu's face suddenly changed drastically.

The holy power rushing out of Qin Chen's body actually repelled his holy power.

Even if it is the supreme source of holy power, it shouldn't be so strong, right?
"Why is your holy power so pure?"

Han Zhiyu was shocked.

With a bang, Qin Chen was shocked back.

"It seems that my holy power has been strengthened three times, and even the ancient blood can't match it."

Qin Chen thought to himself.

After repelling Han Zhiyu, Qin Chen took this opportunity to leap to the top of Han Zhiyu.

Han Zhiyu's complexion changed.

Immediately use Frightening Flying Fish, spinning rapidly.

"Furious Sea Knife!"

After dodging Qin Chen's knife, Han Zhiyu let out a roar.

Furious Sea Knife, the inheritance of the fourth-grade attack class of the Sword Saint Mansion.

And Han Zhiyu got the Furious Sea Knife with a [-]% inheritance rate, and tied for first place on the list of relics.

After continuous hard work.

The Furious Sea Knife has been cultivated to the state of Dzogchen by Han Zhiyu.

In the frontline battlefield, countless envoys of emperors and gods died under this knife.

With a single slash, Qin Chen suddenly felt as if he was in a wave.

The waves rolled up like giant beasts, rushing toward us.

Infinite sword energy, sword intent, and sword momentum were mixed together, and with a burst of extreme anger, he slashed down frantically.

Qin Chen suddenly felt tense all over.

On the spaceship of the Sword Saint Mansion.

Whether it is the elders of the Sword Saint Mansion, or the disciples, or even the chief seat of Yuan Ning, not only the pupils are slightly dilated.

As the inheritance of the Sword Saint Mansion, the Furious Sea Crazy Sword can be said to be a golden signboard of the Sword Saint Mansion.

Naturally, they have all practiced.

But as strong as Yuan Ning's first seat, he also failed to cultivate the Furious Sea Knife to the level of Han Zhiyu.

This is talent.

It is not possible to catch up with hard work.

"boom!"

The cloud chopping knife cut out a roaring huge wave in midair.

The wave engulfed Qin Chen, as if it wanted to beat Qin Chen to death.

The Seventh Hall Master's eyes narrowed.

He was ready to rescue Qin Chen at any time.

Fighting is fighting, but people must not lose their lives.

Otherwise, today's conflicts will only get worse.

"Roar!"

A Dijiang suddenly rushed out roaring in the waves.

The yin and yang sanctity in Qin Chen's holy body made the sound of frying beans, booming and booming continuously.

"Oh!"

With a holy nature like a dragon, Qin Chen rushed out of the huge waves, and his whole body was radiant and strong.

Like a carp crossing the dragon gate.

"Yin-Yang Holy Body?"

"With such a huge amount of holiness, I am afraid that he is already a second-rank holy body martial artist!"

Han Zhiyu's eyes froze.

"Boom!"

Qin Chen swung the Bloodthirsty Demon Blade, carrying more than 300 Heavenly Sword Xingyi.

Sky Knife Six!
"Third Grade Sword Sect?!"

Han Zhiyu's heart was shocked, and shock was revealed in his eyes.

As a sword cultivator, he naturally also practiced the Heavenly Sword.

But even with his talent, he couldn't cultivate the Heavenly Sword to the sixth chapter for the time being.

And he is the true biography of the Sword Saint Mansion!

It stands to reason that when it comes to the attainments of Dao of the sword, one should completely crush the disciples of the foreign sect.

The disciples of Dao Sheng Mansion on the spaceship felt that their faces were slapped invisibly.

A disciple of a foreign sect turned out to be a third-rank sword sect.

Han Zhiyu raised the cloud chopping knife and cut a circle in front of him.

With a loud bang, Han Zhiyu was repelled again.

This fourth-rank little saint in front of him was much more difficult to deal with than he imagined.

"call."

Han Zhiyu's eyes lit up sharply.

He knew very well that if he didn't use his trump card today, he might be difficult to deal with Qin Chen.

"Actually, I'm still a third-grade spirit granter!"

A large amount of invisible soul power rushed out of Han Zhiyu's body.

A first-grade black-yellow-level strange fire was summoned by him,

This strange fire, shaped like an orchid, exudes a cold aura, named Hanlan Qiyan.

The highest growth can be, the third-rank Xuanhuang-level strange fire.

"boom!"

Under Han Zhiyu's bestowed spirit, Han Lan Qiyan became his bestowed spirit puppet.

The icy flames, like an erupting volcano, rose instantly.

"Senior brother Han or a third-grade spirit granter?"

Many Daosheng Palace disciples showed surprise at this time.

Apparently, Han Zhiyu has always been hiding his identity as a third-rank spiritual master.

It is precisely because he knows how to hide clumsiness that he was able to kill No. 15 on the Xiaosheng list.

Only by surprise can it have a miraculous effect.

Just like this moment.

Seeing that Han Zhiyu exposed his identity as a third-rank spiritual master.

Many Maoshan disciples who were looking forward to Qin Chen's counterattack were shocked at this moment, and their faces were instantly filled with worry.

A third-rank spiritual master could have killed Zhongsheng.

What's more, Han Zhiyu himself is a first-rank middle saint, and has killed many middle saint emperor envoys.

No matter how you look at it, this battle is probably over.

"This Han Zhiyu is hiding really deep."

Purdue Yanming of the New Buddhism finally understood why Han Zhiyu was so confident and said that he could not defeat him.

Although he is a second-rank Zhongsheng, it is impossible for him to defeat Han Zhiyu.

Xiao Dan, the saintess of the Xiao family, and Gu Mingyue, the saintess of the Gu family, had strange lights in their eyes.

"This Han Zhiyu is quite a talent."

Xiao Shangming glanced at Xiao Dan from the corner of his eye, thinking in his heart, should he take the opportunity to have a chat with Yuan Ningshou.

"I advise you to surrender!"

Han Zhiyu stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a master.

Qin Chen shook his head: "You are not qualified yet."

Han Zhiyu snorted coldly, and with a bang, Han Lan Qiyan rushed towards Qin Chen, turning into a sea of ​​flames in mid-air.

Qin Chen's eyes became gloomy, and his soul power surged out, blocking the rushing cold orchid strange flame in just a split second.

In Han Zhiyu's horrified eyes.

Qin Chen called out the three-eyed Golden Crow with a move, and said indifferently: "What a coincidence, I'm also a third-grade spirit granter."

(End of this chapter)