Qin Yang shook his head speechlessly, and then slowly raised his hand.

clang!

The palms of muscles, bones, flesh, flesh, and flesh held the domineering sword energy with bare hands. At this moment, Qin Yang seemed to have grabbed a ray of wind visible to the naked eye.

"Um?!"

He Yingtian's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at the scene in shock, and stood there in a daze.

He took over his powerful sword power with his bare hands, how could this be possible! This kid is obviously just a great master!

Qin Yang looked at He Yingtian lightly and said, "A good knife, but unfortunately, your sword is not strong enough. Maybe the sword you realized is not strong enough."

"You...boy, you're too arrogant!"

How could He Yingtian bear to be commented like this by a young man, and immediately killed several times!

Qin Yang shook his head, then gently pinched his left hand, and with a bang, the first sword aura was in his hand, like less than a millimeter of glass, and it was directly broken into countless pieces.

Then, Qin Yang clenched his hand into a fist and blasted out his straight fist. He rushed out one after another, killing the might of the magical martial fists, shattering all He Yingtian's sword energy.

He Yingtian exclaimed incredibly: "How could this happen... I am a martial arts god..."

Qin Yang suddenly appeared behind He Yingtian at a glance. At the previous position, a residual image of him was formed by mist and gradually dissipated with the wind.

boom!

Qin Yang slammed He Yingtian's back with a rough punch, and the sound of the bones on his back being sunken and cracked came from the He family's master.

He Yingtian staggered forward, and the severe pain made his world dark for a moment.

Qin Yang took a light step and appeared behind him again, swept him down, and then stepped on him.

"Puff...gugugugu..."

A large mouthful of blood foam was spit out from He Yingtian's mouth.

He Yingtian's breath gradually became weaker, and he said weakly: "Why... you are obviously just a grandmaster..."

"Oh, in terms of realm, I am a master of the Divine Realm, but my strength is not weaker than that of the great masters of the Heavenly Man."

He Yingtian's eyes began to fade, and he murmured: "What martial arts have you practiced...How can I take my sword energy with my bare hands..."

"Vajra Kung."

Qin Yang didn't mind answering the dying person, but fulfilled his wish.

"Vajra Kung...so that's it..."

He Yingtian seemed to be relieved in an instant. It is indeed not embarrassing to lose to Vajra Kung.

But what he never understood until his death was why a great master's Vajra skills were so powerful?

As He Yingtian died, Qin Yang took his foot back and called Jiang Chen.

When Jiang Chen heard that Qin Yang had killed He Yingtian, he replied for a while: "I... I will send someone to deal with it immediately."

Qin Yang nodded, then saw He Yingtian's knife and said, "I took his knife away, and he looked sloppy."

"You...you can do whatever you want..."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Yang picked up He Yingtian's knife and returned to the villa.

This knife is indeed good, after all, it is the sword of the martial arts gods.

He tried it briefly. Although he could not withstand the strength of his full opening, he could withstand about 80%, which was much better than the broken copper and iron in the previous martial arts department.

Putting the knife aside, Qin Yang thought about it, took out his cell phone and called Mr. Shang and Yang Baixiu.
Chapter completed!