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Chapter 1492

"Okay, then I'll be disrespectful."

Qin Cheng smiled slightly, but a strange color flashed across his eyes.

He walked forward, jumped, and flew towards the holy fruit.

But at this moment, the Feng family's Holy Son, who had been smiling, suddenly flashed with a sharp look in his eyes.

His breath suddenly burst out, and his body was like a gust of wind, and he disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Without anyone expected it, he rushed towards Qincheng like lightning.

The palm that was ready to go fell down, causing bursts of explosions, and it hit Qin Cheng's back from behind.

Qin Cheng seemed to have never expected it. He was hit by this trick and immediately spit out blood, like a broken kite falling from the air and falling into the crowd.

The audience was shocked that the Holy Son of the Feng family actually attacked Qin Cheng.

Everyone looked at the Holy Son of the Feng family floating in the air in surprise.

"Son of the Feng family, what are you doing?" The saint of the Feng family looked angry, and the Feng family drew out weapons.

“Is this the cooperation you promised?”

She was shocked and angry, but she didn't expect that everything was really hit by Qin Cheng.

"Haha, how much is the promise worth?" The Holy Son of the Feng family laughed sarcastically.

His face was no longer as kind as before, but full of pride and arrogant look.

"You are not worthy of taking these spiritual fruits at all, so it's better to belong to us."

"You want to catch them all in one go." Qin Cheng said, covering his chest.

"Yes, you idiots actually think we will keep our promises?" The Holy Son of the Cao family laughed and said, "Brother Feng, you are doing beautifully, you should have done this long ago."

"If you don't ruin your kindness, you will often get nothing in the end. Do you believe it?" Qin Cheng sneered.

"You are a waste, you dare to speak nonsense." The Holy Son of the Cao family laughed disdainfully. Just now, the Holy Son of the Feng family successfully attacked, and Qin Cheng was obviously seriously injured.

"Do you think I'm a useless person?"

"You have low cultivation level and are seriously injured now. Can you still make waves?" said Zhang Kuang.

"So you don't know who I am yet."

Qin Cheng sneered and his body suddenly rushed out.

"court death!"

An old man who protected the Taoist in the Cao family shouted softly, and his figure flashed. He came to Qincheng and slapped it out with a palm, trying to shake Qincheng to death.

Qin Cheng's mouth curled up a bloodthirsty smile, and the Holy Body Technique suddenly turned out.

The black and golden light flashed outside Qin Cheng's body, and then the dragon and tiger roared, and a huge dragon and tiger phantom appeared behind him.

Fires suddenly spread outside Qincheng's body, and the flame demon body rotated.

All three major body refining techniques were released, and Qin Cheng's cultivation level suddenly soared.

"Zhoutian thirteen kills, eighth kills."

Qin Cheng raised the bronze sword, and his figure looked like a phantom of flowing light, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

puff!

Qincheng appeared again, and the old man from the fourth grade of the Transformation Realm raised his arms and stood there with wide eyes, as if he had turned into a clay wax figure.

Then, a blood sword sprayed out from his neck, and the old man's body fell to the ground without making a sound until he died.

The fourth level of the Transformation Realm, die in one move!

The whole audience was silent.

"You, you are!"

The Holy Son of the Feng family stared at this time and pointed at Qin Cheng in disbelief, as if he was a ghost.


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