"kill!"

Zhang Qingyang shouted loudly, his hair glowing at the same time, and he sucked out countless strange runes, spreading densely on the surface of his body, enhancing his body a lot.

He was very strong and rushed over again to fight Qin Lin.

The two of them instantly collided together, smashing out a brilliant divine light, surging endlessly, rushing in all directions, each of which was enough to smash masters of martial arts to pieces.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Qin Lin frowned. He was suppressed by the other party, and even a large piece of blood was splattered on his body!

"Penglai's immortal art is well-known, Brother Zhang is finally serious!" Mi Ziyue breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on her face, emphasizing again that this was a secret art in Penglai, not Zhang Qingyang himself.

The people watching from afar no longer doubted it and agreed that this was indeed a supreme secret technique, otherwise it would not have been so powerful.

Even without the blessing of the Taoist weapon, Zhang Qingyang's current strength is far superior to that of ordinary masters of the third level.

"Qin Lin is in danger this time!"

Bai Wannian and several military people frowned. Although Bai Wannian was a little dissatisfied at the beginning, his mind gradually leaned towards Qin Lin, not wanting him to die.

After all, no matter what, Qin Lin represents the people of China like them, that is, what Zhang Qingyang calls the indigenous people and mortals.

"Indigenous people, go to die!" Zhang Qingyang was in power and refused to forgive him. He held a halberd in his hands and used an extremely powerful halberd technique. Qin Lin retreated step by step, and suffered heavy trauma and was bleeding.

Zhang Qingyang was very strong and used the great killing technique, followed closely behind, completely locking Qin Lin.

At this moment, he was in the strongest state. Even in Penglai, except for those big figures, few people in the same realm were his opponents.

Even if Qin Lin is against the will of heaven and is strong, can he compare with those big figures?

What's more, the person named Qin is a small level lower than him.

If he is turned over again, he will be shameless to go back to Penglai.

"As long as I am a little serious, a mortal like you can step on it to death by raising your feet, you..." The black halberd came in with a terrifying wave like a vast ocean, and even split the void, trying to kill Qin Lin completely.

The people in the Mi family also showed an excited expression at this moment, but the next second, their expressions frozen.

Before Zhang Qingyang could finish his words, he suddenly got a stick and flew out.

Everyone was shocked. At the last moment just now, Qin Lin's speed actually doubled, and he directly pulled Zhang Qingyang out.

This is Qin Lin's invincible method, the holy art of the Tianpeng clan on the other side of the starry sky. When he practiced to the highest level, he was just a short distance away from the world. He took a step and appeared behind Zhang Qingyang again in an instant. He stepped on it, and his golden fist slammed on him like a comet, and a sound of bone-breaking sound came out.

"Ah!" Zhang Qingyang screamed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out four or five meters away, and two bones on his back were broken.

He wanted to fight back, but Qin Lin was too fast, and he couldn't catch his figure at all, so he could only barely resist it.

Zhang Qingyang's body was constantly hit hard, his black hair was directly smashed, and his blood was soaring, extremely miserable.

In the distance, everyone onlookers were speechless.

This reversal happened so suddenly. The big man Penglai who had just gained the upper hand was beaten up like a sandbag. It was really hard to imagine. But now it happened.

"I want to kill you!" Zhang Qingyang's eyes were endless and he turned into a human form again. He wanted to use some secret technique, but before he finished speaking, he heard a "bang" and was kicked by Qin Lin again. This kicked him directly on the forehead, making him dizzy, and he couldn't even catch his weapons. The halberd fell directly into the lake. The gods inside vaporized the vast lake, and the lake water evaporated, revealing a large area of ​​land.

"The surname of Qin, Zhang Qingyang is a god of Penglai. You are blaspheming the gods and will be punished by God..." An old man from the Mi family suddenly rushed to the high altitude and wanted to help, but before he finished speaking, he was pierced by a golden light and fell to the ground, his body split.

"Qin Lin, you're too much!"

"Young Master Zhang is a noble man in Penglai. If something happens, Penglai will definitely blame him. The entire Chinese Dharma cultivation world will be implicated. Stop it quickly!" Mi Ziyue did not dare to rush forward, but stood in the Mi family formation and shouted at Qin Lin.

Zhang Qingyang's identity is so special. He is a noble man from Penglai. If something really happens, it will be a big deal and no one can afford it.

But Qin Lin didn't even look at Mi Ziyue, and punched Zhang Qingyang, spitting blood in his mouth and his body began to crack. At the same time, he used the "Zhuo" mantra he found from Lushan, and the wound on his body quickly recovered.

"You, you, the surname Qin, are you going to kill the entire Chinese monk? You can't stop!" Mi Ziyue's face was pale and bloodless, but she was ignored again.

"Didn't you hear that the surname Qin? I am a god from Penglai, and I can't stop!" Although Zhang Qingyang vomited blood, his attitude was still extremely arrogant.

Qin Lin really stopped.

"God?" Qin Lin's breath was introverted, and he showed a smile, walking in the void, like a banished immortal who was on the verge of dust.

To be honest, although Zhang Qingyang's strength is much stronger than that of ordinary cultivators of the Second Heaven, compared with those geniuses who had fought with Qin Lin, the difference is not a little bit or two, and it is not at the same level at all.

If Qin Lin hadn't wanted to temper himself, the other party wouldn't have had the chance to hurt him.

Even those people dared not call themselves gods in front of him. What is a mere Zhang Qingyang?

"Yes, I am from Penglai. For you natives on earth, it is no different from gods!"

"Stop now and apologize to me. I can let you go on behalf of Penglai!" Zhang Qingyang gasped. He was not seriously injured, but his tone was still very rushing. There was even a sarcasm on his face.

Because as he said, he is from Penglai, and he is not completely exaggerating. In fact, Zhang Qingyang has a special identity and a big shot in Penglai supports him. If something really happens, the consequences will be hard to imagine.

He didn't believe how Qin Lin dared to do anything to him!

Although the experts onlookers were shocked by Qin Lin's strength, they still felt aggrieved for Qin Lin at this moment.

The other party was so rude just now that he wanted to take Qin Lin as a slave, but in the end he still couldn't move others and even apologized.

Because they have a big background.

That is Penglai, a fairy mountain famous in the pre-Qin period. Who can offend it?

"God? You are worthy."

But at this moment, everyone heard Qin Lin sneer, and then the void shook violently. One big foot was about a foot long, drowned by golden light, and stepped down from the sky.
Chapter completed!