Master Dan Dao

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Chapter 1268

This dense mist is full of the cold taste, even Qin Yichen feels a cold in his body.

"Well, junior, your perception is quite keen!"

As Qin Yichen stopped, a cold voice resounded from the thick fog.

"Who?!"

Qin Yichen frowned, drinking coldly.

"The one who killed you!"

In Qin Yichen's eyes, a white figure appeared slowly in the thick fog in front of him.

This figure struck a large white robe, and there was a thick white mist around it, as if this dense mist covering many mountains was emitted from its body.

Obviously, these thick fogs were made by this guy, and he must have guessed the direction Qin Yichen was going to, and ambush it here.

"I want my life, I'm afraid you are not qualified!"

Qin Yichen's complexion was slightly frozen, and he hummed coldly.

"Oh, really?"

A playful voice came out of the dense fog, but the figure wrapped in the dense fog did not mean to shoot directly.

Obviously, he was not a reckless ignorance, and was not angry with Qin Yichen's sarcasm.

Listening to these faint words, Qin Yichen's complexion gradually became gloomy.

At this time, he already felt that there were many powerful breaths in the distance, and the cathode was flying towards him.

It was just a moment of effort, and more than ten holy-level strong men descended on this mountain.

Under these breaths, the fierce Warcrafts in the mountains all quieted down, all of them lying on the ground with fear and trembling, afraid to make a sound, for fear of causing the disaster.

At this time, the figure in the dense fog was getting colder and colder.

Obviously, he did not do it alone, but also to wait for the arrival of these holy powers in order to be foolproof.

Above the sky, after the advent of figures, there were no unnecessary words at all, and a powerful breath was firmly locked in Qin Yichen.

"These guys!"

Looking at the figure that formed a circle and wrapped it in, Qin Yichen's complexion was completely gloomy.

Qin Yichen is very confident in his ability to hide his breath. At this time, even if he is still ignorant, he still knows these holy powers. I am afraid there is a special way to find his position.

The methods he did are probably useless.

What made him wonder, how did these guys know his position?

If you do n’t know the reason, no matter how he flees, he will eventually become the only one in the middle!

"Junior, I don't bluff you. You must not be able to keep the corpse, but if you catch it, I can give you a happy life!"

With the advent of these holy-level strong men, a cold voice sounded from the dense fog around Qin Yichen, and the figure in the dense fog disappeared when I did not know.

At the same time, the temperature in this dense mist plummeted, and a drop of water mist, as if solidified, exuded a kind of cold and harsh air.

"Can't drag!"

Listening to that cold voice, Qin Yichen's brow was also tightly frowned.

He felt that facing the strongmen who came here were far more than these, at least, there were hundreds of holy ranks!

If it is surrounded by more than a hundred holy-level strong men, he wants to get away, it is not a simple matter, and even, it may be buried here!

Qin Yichen's mind was thinking quickly. Nothing was shown on his face, but his mental strength had quietly spread out in this dense fog.

As soon as that Moran's words fell, Qin Yichen's eyes were slightly stunned, and the mist of water around him was directly transformed into ice thorns and shot at him.

These ice thorns were inconspicuous in the thick fog, and even did not cause much movement. However, Qin Yichen clearly felt that this ice thorns were enough to penetrate the body of ordinary strong men easily!

It seems that the saint-like powerful man in the thick fog spoke only to distract his attention!

When those ice thorns burst out, in the dense fog, a figure wrapped in the dense fog appeared slowly, and in his eyes, it was full of coldness.

He is a strong man from an intermediate race. He can become a holy warrior and live to this day. It is inseparable from his usual vigilance and mental strength.

He would never have stood opposite Qin Yichen if it was not because his brother was killed.

However, for this reason, he also made him always cautious and couldn't help shooting Qin Yichen.

Even though the latter is a respectable power, he is still instinctively vigilant. Until now, his mind was slightly relaxed, and in his cold eyes, there was a mist of water: "Xiao Leng, your enemy, my brother gave You reported! "

At the moment when this saint-class powerhouse was relaxed, his body trembled suddenly, and he felt that there was a subtle wave coming out of his divine power.

What made him even more horrified was that the junior who seemed to him to die was undoubtedly gone at this time!

"This ... how is this possible ?!"

There was a stun in the heart of this holy powerman, and the next moment, he did not hesitate, and was ready to leave here quickly.

"Oh!"

However, just as he was about to leave, a slender figure appeared like a ghost and suddenly appeared in front of him.

"How can you ... act within my sacred power!"

Seeing this figure, the eyes of the saint-class powerhouse were filled with a strong color of fear.

A dignified strong person, fearing a respectable junior!

Faced with the panicked question of this saint-class powerhouse, Qin Yichen did not answer, and in his eyes, he was indifferent.

...

"Oh, I didn't expect that the mists of the demon mist tribe were shot."

"Maybe it's because of his brother, otherwise, how could this timid guy come out."

"However, his skills are still good. It seems that I have come here for nothing."

Above the sky, more than ten saint-level strong men are firmly locked in the dense fog-covered area below them. On their faces, there is no dignified color, and a random laughter, from time to time Out of them.

"Om ..."

At a certain moment they were talking casually, there was a strange wave spreading in the dense mist, and the dense mist suddenly surged up. With the wind blowing, the mist turned out to be naked. Visible speed is disappearing.

"Huh? What's going on ?!"

"What happened?"

Seeing this scene, the faces of many holy class powerhouses were slightly condensed, and the next moment, in their astonished eyes, a figure flew out of the mist.