Chapter 133
While the two holy places were fighting, a voice full of hatred came.
"Qin Ting!"
Qin Ting looked around and saw that the Ancient Holy Son was flying towards him rapidly, his momentum soaring into the sky.
Qin Ting nodded and said with a smile:"It turns out to be the Ancient Holy Son."
With a smile on his face, it was as if he had met an old friend for many years.
The ancient divine son stared at Qin Ting and said hatefully:"Qin Ting! Why do you want to murder my ancient palace!"
Qin Ting didn't expect that the ancient divine prince would ask him this question. He was silent for a moment, shook his head and said with a smile,"Maybe he thinks it's fun."
The ancient divine son did not expect Qin Ting's answer to be this. He originally thought that Qin Ting would say it was for Xuantian Sect and the sect.
Unexpectedly, he just thought it was fun?
The ancient divine son was shocked and angry, and said hatefully :"Do you know that countless people died innocently and tragically because of you! Countless countries were destroyed! Half of the Eastern Wasteland is in ruins?"
He has always hated evil as much as hatred, and has a warm heart. He is extremely angry at Qin Ting for causing countless innocent lives to die due to his own selfish desires.
Qin Ting said strangely:"What does it have to do with me?"
The ancient saint's eyes were like copper bells, and he laughed angrily:"Okay! good! What does a good one have to do with me!"
No more words, the ancient divine son stood up, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand. The sword body was made of divine gold, with various dragon patterns on it. It was a killing treasure! The ancient divine son swung He raised his long sword and swept it down. With a crash, he also swept a hole in the void!
This blow was earth-shattering, and the others were extremely moved.
The Ancient Holy Son was worthy of being the Holy Son of the Holy Land, one of the few geniuses in the Eastern Wasteland!
Although he was not good at strategy. , but he can still sit firmly in the position of the Holy Son. The biggest reason is that he is extremely talented!
At just fifty years old, he has already entered the realm of the divine platform. His combat power is extremely strong and he is almost invincible in the same realm!
Qin Ting saw this sword Attacked, with an expressionless face, he held the sword in his hand with a slight squeeze. The ancient divine son was shocked when he saw that his powerful blow was easily received by Qin Ting. When he thought about it, Although Qin Ting is extremely talented, he is still young after all. Even if he has built a sacred platform, his foundation is not stable and he is not his opponent.
Unexpectedly, he unexpectedly took his powerful blow casually. He has a very deep foundation!
The ancient saint A fierce light flashed in Zi's eyes, and he shouted loudly. His black hair was wild and wild, and he punched out with a mighty force!
In one punch, a ferocious and terrifying divine beast flew into the sky, and countless destructive auras poured out. Wreaking havoc on one side!
Boom!
His punch hit an ordinary palm. Such a powerful blow was like a mud cow entering the sea, without causing any turmoil in the void.
How domineering and sharp this blow of the ancient divine son was, Even the void can be easily broken.
But with this punch, he felt as if he was hit by the void, and all his strength was almost drained. He was so sad that he almost vomited blood.
Qin Ting exerted a little force, and the ancient divine son I felt unimaginable power coming from Qin Ting's hand, causing shock and destruction, and his arm was torn apart in an instant! The ancient divine son's figure collapsed, and his magic restored his flesh and blood to normal. Even so, so did he He suffered a lot of injuries!
The Ancient Holy Son looked at Qin Ting in horror. He didn't expect him to be so strong!
But the Ancient Holy Son did not tremble. He gritted his teeth and raised a big flag.
Phew - a big flag soared into the sky, Covering the sky and blocking out the sun, the sky was burning, and another roll of formations floated in the air, compatible with the banner.
Qin Ting suddenly felt that the sky seemed to be pressing down on him, his body became extremely heavy, and the air became extremely heavy. Scorching heat.
The ancient Holy Son shouted:"This treasure is warmed by me day and night on the altar. It is my natal magic weapon. Holy Son Xuantian, if you die in this thing, it will not be considered as burying you!""
"Doesn't it count as burying me?"
Qin Ting shook his head and laughed, as if he was mocking the ignorance of the ancient holy son.
Shaking his hands, he raised the Dragon-Suppressing Bell. No one rang the Dragon-Suppressing Bell. With a bang, the suppression cast by the big flag and the formation diagram was dispersed.
He Taking a sudden step, there was only a loud roar, lightning and thunder, and countless thunder and lightning crashed in all directions, just like the ancient thunder god! He stretched out his hand and formed a seal to cover it hard. Suddenly the sky was chaotic and the heaven and earth collapsed!
The ancient holy god His face changed drastically, and he hurriedly swung his sword and slashed upwards, but the sword light was also suppressed by the giant palm!
Boom!
This seal hit the big flag above his head, shattering and exploding all the raging fire, and the ancient holy son's feet were suppressed. Even the mountains couldn't withstand the power of his blow and exploded!
The ancient divine son's body bounced up and fell dozens of miles away. All the bones in his body exploded, and pieces of broken bones shot out from the body!
He was suddenly dying!
A When they met, the Ancient Holy Son, one of the few young masters in the Eastern Wasteland, was beaten to the point of death by Qin Ting!
Qin Ting still smiled, walked to the Ancient Holy Son, and looked at him quietly.
The Ancient Holy Son was bleeding from all his orifices. , all the bones in his body were broken, and blood flowed out from his mouth.
He looked at Qin Ting and murmured:"Holy Son Xuantian, in fact, I used to regard you as a friend...."
Qin Ting looked at the Ancient Holy Son quietly, knowing that he was talking about his trip to the Xuandu Immortal Realm. At that time, he and the Ancient Holy Son were chatting and laughing, and they seemed to regret meeting each other late.
The Ancient Holy Son suddenly sneered:"But people like you will never have friends, you are not worthy!"
Qin Ting's smile slowly disappeared, and his face became expressionless, looking at the Ancient Holy Son indifferently
"Friend?..."Qin Ting's voice was low.
Suddenly he smiled coldly:"I don't need friends!"
Then he stepped on the ancient divine son's head and exploded it!
