"Who are you?"
Leng Qianqiu's gaze was cold and emotionless.
"God Emperor Tian Yin, Beichen Heng."
Beichen Heng said lightly.
"Oh?"
Leng Qianqiu's expression didn't change as he said coldly,""Is Beichen Yong dead? "If I'm not wrong, you should be his son, right? You're just a junior. You relied on luck to become a Saint. How could you steal the position of the Divine Emperor?”
"Is there no one else in the Tian Yin Dynasty?”
These words came out.
Beichen Heng, who had originally wanted to make his presence known in front of the seniors, was completely enraged.
This was no longer a slap in the face. Instead, it was a slap to the face of the Tian Yin Dynasty and his own face. He had ruthlessly thrown it to the ground and stepped on it countless times.
"Based on your words today, it is reasonable for me to kill you here today!”
Beichen Heng's robes fluttered as his aura increased again. He had reached the intermediate stage of the Saint Realm. A wisp of Saint Might suppressed the world, causing the void to begin to distort.
"Pretentious."
Leng Qianqiu smiled disdainfully. He glanced at Beichen Heng and stopped paying attention to him. Instead, he placed his attention on the Great Desolate City and spoke again.
"Tower Master Tianji, do you still need me to invite you out?”
As he spoke.
Leng Qianqiu strode towards the Heaven's Secret Tower.
Below.
Seeing Leng Qianqiu's actions, Li Yun was overjoyed. There was such a good thing?
This Leng Qianqiu seemed to be courting death?
When he entered the Heaven's Secret Tower, wouldn't it still be up to him to poke and pinch?
"Is Senior someone you can disturb?"
At this moment.
" Die!" Beichen Heng shouted angrily. He stretched out his hand, and the chaotic energy in his palm surged. It was as if it had transformed into a small world. It was huge and heavy as it pressed down on Leng Qianqiu.
Li Yun was speechless.
At this moment.
He didn't know if Beichen Heng had good eyesight or not.
"Hmm?"
He heard a sound.
Leng Qianqiu turned around and saw Beichen Heng pressing down on her.
"You're courting death!"
Leng Qianqiu's eyes were like lightning, and his hair flew everywhere. He punched out in the air, creating a huge wave. His right fist smashed out, and it turned into a mountain that crushed the void and collided with Beichen Heng.
"Rumble!"
A loud sound came from the sky.
A ring-shaped shockwave that could be seen with the naked eye spread in all directions. Wherever the shockwave passed, mountains collapsed, and the ground collapsed. Everything turned into powder.
"This is the border of the Tian Yin Dynasty. If you make an enemy of this old man, the Tian Yin Dynasty is destined to change its God Emperor today!”
Leng Qianqiu was wild and unrestrained. His voice was like the divine drum of the celestial heavens, shaking everything around him. The ground caved in as he stood in the sky like a god.
His essence, qi, and spirit surged like a divine sea, drowning the entire world.
Borrowing luck to become a saint was indeed miraculous, but its weakness was too great. This weakness was not known to everyone, but almost all the higher-ups of the holy lands knew it.
Not to mention someone like Leng Qianqiu.
He had relied on his own strength to become a Saint. From the bottom of his heart, he looked down on people who had become Saints through trickery.
"Arrogant!"
Beichen Heng roared. The imperial dragon aura on his body surged into the sky. Fate from all directions gathered, and the aura on his body expanded until it reached the peak of the Saint Realm!
This strength was already enough to make countless people's expressions change.
However, Leng Qianqiu wasn't afraid!
Because…
Beichen Heng had only obtained the method to borrow luck to become a Saint for a short period of time. He did not have his own Saint Weapon, and he was not too clear about how Saint Realm experts fought.
It was already good enough to be able to use 80% of his strength.
Such a person posed no threat to him.
More importantly, the Light Shaking Holy Lord knew that the Master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion could kill a Saint, but he still sent him over because he knew that he had the strength of an invincible Saint!
It was just Beichen Heng. He could not stop him!
"Today, I'll let you understand how big the gap between you and a true Saint is!”
"Clang!"
The sky rang softly.
A bolt of blood lightning descended from the sky, leaving a trail of blood in the air. It landed in Leng Qianqiu's hand with a loud clang.
This was a top-notch sacred weapon that was as red as blood. A horned dragon coiled around it, spitting out a bright red spear tip that was soul-stirring!
"Kill them!"
Leng Qianqiu shouted.
He turned into a stream of light and pierced through the sky.
A strange phenomenon appeared behind him. It was as if a world was located. In the world, rivers of blood flowed and mountains of corpses formed. It was unknown how many people had died to create such a scene.
"Rumble!"
The two of them collided again.
This time.
As soon as the two of them collided, they entered a white-hot state. With a raise of their hands, they shattered the world and blew up the void. Outside the Great Desolate City, a desert with a radius of ten thousand miles was forcefully created by the two of them!
Time passed.
Half a day passed.
Leng Qianqiu had already gained the upper hand. His expression was extremely confident, and every single move he made was extremely powerful. The spear in his hand was like a pillar that supported the heavens.
It shattered the sky!
On the other hand, Beichen Heng was in a sorry state.
The first time he fought with a Saint, he suffered a huge loss.
"This move will allow you to be reborn!"
Leng Qianqiu said in a low voice.
"Boom!" With a loud bang, a blood-red spear pierced through the sky and dyed the void with a layer of red light. Everything in the world disappeared.
Only one spear had become the only one in all of history!
"Boom!"
As the spear smashed down, the space shattered inch by inch like a mirror, shattering into countless pieces. This pressure was suffocating, and even Beichen Heng's expression was ugly.
This move.
He understood that it would be difficult for him to take it.
Even if he could take it, he would probably be heavily injured and would no longer have the strength to fight.
At the critical moment.
"Clang! Clang!"
Two sword hums resounded through the void.
Two sword lights that shocked the world cut through the sky. They arrived first, like two galaxies, sweeping over from the other end of the sky.
"Boom!"
The spear shook violently.
Leng Qianqiu was sent flying for thousands of miles. The spear in his hand was trembling non-stop, and blood was flowing out from his thumb and forefinger. His breathing was fluctuating, but he was barely able to stabilize his body.
Looking back at the void, he squeezed out four words with great difficulty from between his teeth.
"Da Lou Sword Sect!"
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