The old man Tiansheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he snorted coldly.

It's indeed Qincheng!

At this time, Qin Cheng's eyes were closed, his clothes were stained with blood, his breath was quite messy, but his speed was fast, and his target was himself.

Unexpectedly, this guy not only broke the formation of Turtle Island, but also did not escape immediately, but instead dared to rush towards him.

Since you came to your door, I can only accept it with a smile.

How could a person who can't even see things in his eyes be his opponent?

“Bold!”

"Stirring the leader is simply seeking death!"

The monks of the Saints' Confucian cult shouted angrily and rushed to the front of the old man Tiansheng.

Various magic weapons were sacrificed, and shocking wild birds were fired from all directions towards Qincheng.

"The art of time, condense!"

But at this moment, Qin Cheng's hair danced and his bloody clothes shook open.

Two black and white auras were emitted at the same time, completely blocking the coming martial arts, those saints with fangs and claws, including the old man Tiansheng who looked cold behind.

The next moment, Qin Cheng opened his eyes.

It was a pair of bloody eyes, with empty and unconscious eyes, just like the eyes of a blind person.

Moreover, there is no longer a red blood flowing all the time.

When the old man Tiansheng was looked at by this gaze, he felt his heart trembling.

However, at this moment, neither his subordinates nor himself could move at all.

What kind of trick is this?

Why is this person the only person who can move between heaven and earth!

Bang!

Qin Cheng flew to the old man Tiansheng and kicked him in the chest.

The old man Tiansheng felt a severe pain, as if a meteorite had hit him, and his bones were broken.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Cheng pinched his shoulders, and the old man Tiansheng heard the sound of his shoulder blades breaking again. Before he could cry out, Qin Cheng stretched out his hand and he was spinning in an instant.

When his eyes returned to his eyes, a sharp and cold sword was already on his neck.

"If you don't want to die, be honest."

The old man Tiansheng's expression changed drastically.

He is the leader of the Saint Sect and the object of admiration by many powerful people. Qin Cheng dared to treat him like this.

He was about to get angry, but his neck immediately hurt.

Thorn!

The blade of Yueyang's sword slashed through him in an instant, causing a stream of blood to flow out of his neck.

The pain in the chest, shoulders, neck, and the blood sprinkled made the old man Tiansheng sweat on his forehead, and his anger instantly disappeared.

Qin Cheng is really playing, he will really kill himself!

"I, I won't move!"

The old man Tiansheng, who was instantly shrouded in death, immediately raised his hands with a pale face and then knelt on the ground.

Looking at the gray world around him, he was also a little stunned.

But, what exactly is this place?

Swish!

After Qincheng put away the surgery, the surrounding area returned to normal again.

The magic shot by countless monks of the Saints and Sects exploded in chaos after losing their target, causing a chaotic explosion in the sky.

After a moment of trance, all the monks of the Saints immediately looked behind them, and were all dumbfounded.

Under their layers of protection, the position that should belong to the leader is now empty.

"Sir, where did you go?"
Chapter completed!