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At this moment, no one could describe the shock in their hearts.
They couldn't even make a sound.
All eyes were on Qin Yichen.
Qin Yichen's body was shrouded in black gas, exuding a murderous aura. It was a stark contrast to Ling Tuya, who was surrounded by holy light.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were on Qin Yichen's hand.
The hand that was covered in black gas was holding a longsword that was shining with holy light. However, at this moment, the bright light had dimmed. Under the corrosion of the wisps of black gas, the sword emitted bursts of ear-piercing sounds.
"Storm Sacred Sword?"
Qin Yichen played with the sword in his hand and sneered. "It's just a piece of scrap metal."
No one could understand why this was happening. Only he knew how terrifying the black gas was.
One had to know that the black gas was a terrifying energy that could even corrode Master Luban's Myriad Tao Divine Armor. How could a mere Saint's weapon withstand the corrosion of the black gas?!
If not for the fact that the black gas had been purified, the Storm Sacred Sword would have been completely corroded by the black gas.
"Bastard, give me back my sword!"
Ling Tuya was furious as he looked at the dimming Storm Sacred Sword. He wanted to snatch it back, but he was afraid of the black gas rising from Qin Yichen's hands.
"Hurry!"
Suddenly, he bit the tip of his tongue and dipped his finger in blood. Mixed with his holy aura, he drew a strange symbol in the air.
As the symbol took shape, the Storm Sacred Sword in Qin Yichen's hand began to tremble violently, as if it wanted to break free from his control.
Clearly, the Storm Sacred Sword had recognized Ling Tuya as its master.
"What a pity."
Qin Yichen sighed in his heart. Originally, he wanted to take the Canglan Sacred Sword for himself.
Although it was only a Saint's weapon, it was still a Saint's weapon. Even if he had the Myriad Tao Divine Armor Bracers, he could still give it away.
But now, his thoughts were shattered.
"Then I can only destroy it!"
A ferocious look flashed across his face. Then, black gas spread out from his arm and enveloped the Storm Sacred Sword.
Then, the Storm Sacred Sword struggled even more violently.
Dong! Dong!
Suddenly, a wave of energy rippled from the sword. Qin Yichen was sent flying, and the Storm Sacred sword fell from his hand.
"The Power of Law!"
Looking at his bleeding palm, Qin Yichen's eyes flashed a touch of dignity.
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On the other side, although the Canglan Sacred Sword had been snatched back, Ling Tuya did not dare to reach out to take it when he saw the Canglan Sacred Sword in front of him.
Black energy swirled around the Canglan Sacred Sword, and even the resplendent Sacred Light was covered by it.
He was extremely afraid of the black gas. Because he could not get rid of the corrosion of the black gas, he had cut off his hand. Now, how could he dare to catch the Storm Sacred Weapon?
"It's over …"
Qin Yichen murmured and shook his head slightly. His eyes, which seemed to be burning with black flames, stared coldly at the ashen-faced Ling Tuya.
Then, he stomped his foot, and the black gas raged. His figure disappeared into thin air.
At that moment, Ling Tuya only felt a chill run down his spine. He knew that the speed was so fast that even his sight and aura could not lock onto it!
Ling Tuya had no time to think about how Qin Yichen could suddenly burst out with such terrifying strength when he was about to be exhausted. A deadly sense of danger came over him. His pupils shrank, and he retreated quickly.
"Pa!"
However, just as he began to retreat, an arm that was shrouded in black gas appeared as if it had pierced through space and grabbed his neck.
From the moment Qin Yichen's figure disappeared to the moment his hand landed on Ling Tuya's neck like an iron clamp, only a split second had passed. Many people's eyes were still fixed on the place where Qin Yichen's body disappeared. Then, they saw the shocking scene in front of them.
Qin Yichen stood up straight, holding Ling Tuya's neck with one hand and lifting the latter's whole body up.
Ling Tuya, who had a vast Sacred Aura and a monstrous aura, was now like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. He had no power to fight back!
This shocking scene caused the whole place to fall silent. No one made a sound.
No one had expected that the situation would change so quickly in this battle.
Ling Tuya, who had been in the limelight for a while, had completely suppressed Qin Yichen to the point that he had no power to fight back. However, in less than a few minutes of complacency, there was a huge reversal and he was completely crushed.
What was even more shocking was that Qin Yichen, who was originally able to contend with a peak Emperor Stage cultivator, had obviously reached an even more terrifying level. Even Ling Tuya looked extremely pale in his hands.
What was going on?!
Under countless shocked gazes, Ling Tuya's entire face was flushed red. No one knew if it was because of shame or because he could not breathe.
He struggled madly, and his eyes were filled with humiliation and crazed malevolence.
He was being carried by a young man younger than him like a chick. This position almost made him explode on the spot. Ever since he received the Sage's inheritance, he had been invincible. Among his peers, there was hardly anyone who could match him!
However, he had never dreamed that one day, he would be reduced to such a sorry state after using all his trump cards and going all out.
The proud and arrogant Ling Tuya could not accept this at all. In his opinion, this was more painful than directly killing him!
"B * stard, I want you to die without a burial place!"
Ling Tuya roared crazily. His True Origin swept out like a raging tide, like a thousand-foot wave, and slammed towards Qin Yichen.
However, in the face of this extremely shocking attack, Qin Yichen only glanced at it indifferently. He held Ling Tuya in his right hand and punched the terrifying attack with his left hand.
“
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That frightening attack was blasted into nothingness in an instant.
Whoosh!
At this moment, a vicious look flashed in Ling Tuya's eyes. His remaining right hand made a strange arc and stabbed towards Qin Yichen's eyes.
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Crack!
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