Terran Guardian

The other peak masters looked at each other and said nothing, but when they looked at the Holy War Platform, their eyes were filled with solemn expressions.

That punch just now.

Fortunately, they were all shocked.

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 can be regarded as the strongest man below the God King.

If such strength could be killed instantly with one punch, then the strength of the Holy Son of the Divine Peak must have reached the level of a God King.

and.

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

the other side.

After Ziyun scolded him, he also turned his attention to the Jihad Platform again.

Compared to the perceptions of other peak masters, as the leader of this Holy War Stage, he can more clearly feel the power contained in Shen Changqing's punch.

"The power of that punch is probably worthy of joining the ranks of the top divine kings of heaven and earth!"

Only this level of power can kill a peak saint son with one blow.

Zi Yunzheng understands very well that only a true genius is qualified to achieve this step.

Suddenly……

He finally understood why the Temple would invest resources in the other party and why the Python Emperor was so optimistic about this person.

If he is a genius, then everything will be explained.

“There’s something interesting to see next!”

Ziyunzheng smiled inwardly.

He originally thought that Shen Changqing would definitely lose, but now that the strength shown by the opponent could be said to have greatly increased his chances of winning.

Whether the remaining Twelve Peaks Holy Sons can compete together is a question.

at this time.

Inside the Jihad Platform.

The Saint Sons of the Twelve Peaks looked at the flesh and blood remains scattered on the ground. The expressions on each of the Saint Sons were extremely ugly, and there was even a hint of fear in some of their eyes.

no way.

This scene really exceeded their expectations.

No one would have thought that Yifeng Holy Son would be killed instantly.

"Everyone, don't hold anything back, otherwise you will see the fate of the Holy Son of Difeng!" Ziyunting, the Holy Son of Yunfeng, took a deep breath, and when he looked at Shen Changqing, there was no trace of contempt in his eyes.

"kill!"

Zi Yunfang didn't waste any time and immediately transformed into a purple python and killed Shen Changqing.

As soon as he took action, his true form appeared.

This means that the other party has no reservations about its strength.

After all, for monks of all races, the body is often the most powerful means, bar none.

Following Ziyunfang's attack, the other Eleven Peak Saints attacked almost in no particular order. No one dared to hold anything back under the premise that the Difeng Saint Son was killed with one punch.

The Holy Son of the Twelve Peaks took action with all his strength, terrifying forces intertwined, and the shaking void collapsed.

So offensive.

Even if the God King is in person, there is no way to resist.

but.

Facing such an offensive, Shen Changqing showed no worry on his face. He only saw his left hand behind his back, his right hand stretched out directly, and rich purple power condensed in his palm.

The next moment.

The power of purple energy spurted out, turned into countless threads, and wound towards the Twelve Peaks Saint Son.

Purple air intertwined.

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

"Purple Qi Tianluo?"

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

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

Although Ziqi Tianluo is strong.

But for a strong person of his own level, it has no big effect.

Immediately.

Ziyunting opened its big mouth, and golden energy pillars spurted out from it. The terrifying power exploded, as if it was going to destroy the purple net.

"boom!"

A shocking loud noise broke out, and the void inside the holy war platform was chaotic.

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

"not good!"

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

Immediately.

He didn't care to think about it. All the divine power gathered in a certain place on his body. When he opened his big mouth, black annihilating power suddenly surged out.

The black power seems to be able to swallow everything.

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

"Destroy the divine power!"

Shen Changqing's expression did not change. He recognized that this was the innate magical power of the Ziyun clan.

The so-called divine power of annihilation contains extremely terrifying destructive power, and can even directly turn 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.

only.

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

Similarly, Shen Changqing is not a monk at the same level as him, but he has the power to completely dominate his opponent.

At the moment when the divine power of annihilation exploded, he clenched his right hand hard.

The big purple net all over the sky tightened in vain, and everything within the scope of the big net dissipated into nothingness the moment it tightened.

"Pfft!"

There was a saint son who couldn't avoid it and was cut in half.

The silk threads intertwined into a large purple net looked like death's scythe at this moment, containing terrifying sharp power.

When the other saints saw this, their expressions changed drastically and they all fled away.

at this time.

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

Just one punch.

The majestic Holy Son of Yunfeng didn't even have time to react. His head was exploded by the terrifying force, and his soul was instantly wiped out.

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

Before the other saints could see clearly what happened, another saint on the peak screamed and his body exploded.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The scene was extremely tragic.

now.

All the monks in the outside world have lost their voices. All the monks in the Holy Land looked at the holy war platform. Shen Changqing slaughtered the Holy Son as easily as crushing ants, and their hearts were completely replaced by shock.

hard to imagine.

The Holy Son who used to be so aloof is now as humble as an ant.

At the referee's table, all the peak leaders could not sit still at this moment. If Ziyun was not intimidated, they would have intervened directly.

"Elder Zheng, this battle cannot continue any longer!"

"I, Xuan Feng, am willing to admit defeat!"

"Hurry up and stop him, otherwise if we let him continue killing like this, our Ziyun Holy Land will lack a group of future strong men!"

Hear the words.

Ziyun Zheng shook his head slightly: "The Holy War Stage is opening, and you and I can't stop it. Unless they break the rules during the competition, or one party admits defeat, otherwise, it will never stop midway."

Although he saw Shen Changqing massacring the saints of various peaks, he felt that it was a bit much.

But rules are rules.

As the saying goes, there is no rule without rules. You must stick to the rules at all times.

Now that the saints from each peak have not admitted defeat, and they have not broken the rules, they cannot intervene rashly and stop the competition.

Hear the words.

The masters of each peak looked extremely ugly.

The master of the Earth Peak looked cold as he stared at Ziyunluo: "Ziyunluo, your divine peak is so majestic today!"

This time.

Faced with the sarcastic remarks from the Earth Peak Master, Ziyunluo did not reply, but silently looked at Shen Changqing in the Holy War Platform, wondering what he was thinking.

"boom!"

Another punch was blasted out. A holy son had no room for resistance, and his body was exploded by the bombardment, and his soul died.

Until now, no one of the Holy Sons of Yifeng could withstand Shen Changqing's punch.

He was like the invincible God of War, easily crushing the Holy Son of Thirteen Peaks.

Every punch struck represents the fall of a holy son.

The remaining saint sons were now suffering from liver and gallbladder splitting. Looking at Shen Changqing's face, it was as if they were looking at some terrifying existence.

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

Zi Yunfang shook his head wildly, his face completely occupied by fear.

He believes it.

The monk in front of him could never be Ziyun Sheng.

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

"Whether I am Ziyun Saint 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 he was overlooking ants.

that moment.

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

"I surrender!"

Seeing Shen Changqing punching him, the terrifying force was about to engulf him, and he shouted wildly.

The moment the words fell.

Immediately, a mysterious force fell in, protecting his body inside. In the next breath, Zi Yunfang's figure disappeared.

"boom!"

At the same time that Zi Yunfang's figure disappeared, the power of that punch hit the holy war platform.

The originally solid and indestructible Jihad Platform suddenly dented a large piece.

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

The person who just rescued Zi Yunfang was Zi Yunzheng.

When the other party took action, he had already noticed it, but he just didn't show it. Otherwise, what qualifications would a mere Sun and Moon God King have to save people in front of him.

to be honest.

The best he can do now is to show the strength of a peerless genius, and cannot go beyond that, so he just lets Ziyun Zheng save people.

If it were any other place, not only Zi Yunfang would die, but even Zi Yunzheng who had rescued people would also die.

now.

When the remaining saints from the peaks saw this scene, they were stunned for a moment, and then rushed to speak.

"I surrender!"

"I'll admit defeat too!"

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

joke.

The Holy Son of Yifeng was not even qualified to resist in front of the opponent. He was killed on the spot with one punch. This was simply a shadow of a lifetime.

In this case, who dares to continue fighting?

Throw in the towel.

is the only way to survive.

If you don't admit defeat, you will end up like other saints.

When the remaining Holy Sons surrendered, Ziyunzheng also took action and moved them all out of the Holy War Stage.

Subsequently.

The light golden mask on the holy war platform also quietly dissipated.