Qin Yang shook his head speechlessly, and then slowly raised his hand.
clang!
The palms of sinew, bone, flesh, and flesh grasped the domineering sword with bare hands. At this moment, Qin Yang seemed to have grasped a wisp of wind visible to the naked eye.
"Um?!"
He Yingtian's pupils shrank suddenly, he looked at this scene in shock, and froze on the spot.
With his bare hands, he took over the power of his powerful sword. This... how is it possible? This kid is clearly just a great master!
Qin Yang looked at He Yingtian indifferently and said: "It's a good sword, but unfortunately, your sword's power is not strong enough. Maybe your sword's power is not strong enough."
"You...boy, you are too arrogant!"
How could He Yingtian endure being criticized like this by a young man? He immediately chopped him off several times!
Qin Yang shook his head, then squeezed it gently with his left hand, and with a bang, the first knife was in his hand, like glass less than a millimeter, and it broke into countless pieces.
Then, Qin Yang clenched his hands into fists and punched out simply and roughly. The divine martial arts fists came out one after another with great force, bang, bang, bang, bang, and all of He Yingtian's sword was shattered.
He Yingtian exclaimed in disbelief: "How could this happen...I am a martial artist..."
A little below Qin Yang's feet, he suddenly appeared behind He Yingtian. At the previous position, an afterimage of him seemed to be formed by mist, and gradually dispersed with the wind.
boom!
Qin Yang punched He Yingtian roughly on the back, and the sound of the bones on the back of the He family being dented and cracked came from the great master of the He family.
He Yingtian staggered forward, and the severe pain turned his world into darkness for a moment.
Qin Yang took a slight step, appeared behind him again, swept him down with one kick, and then stepped on him with one foot.
"Pfft... Gu Gu Gu Gu..."
Large mouthfuls of blood foam spat out from He Yingtian's mouth.
He Yingtian's aura gradually weakened, and he said feebly: "Why...you are obviously just a grand master..."
"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 heaven and man."
He Yingtian's eyes began to blur, and he murmured: "What kind of martial arts have you practiced...How can you take my sword with your bare hands..."
"Vajra Kung Fu."
Qin Yang didn't mind answering the question for a dying man, granting him one of his wishes.
"Vajra Kung Fu...that's how it is..."
He Yingtian seemed to be relieved for a moment. It was indeed not a shame to lose to the Vajra Kung Fu.
But what he didn't understand until his death was why a great master's Vajra Kung Fu was so powerful?
As He Yingtian died, Qin Yang also took his feet back and then called Jiang Chen.
When Jiang Chen heard that Qin Yang had killed He Yingtian, he replied after a while: "I... I will send someone over to deal with it right away."
Qin Yang hummed, then saw He Yingtian's knife and said, "I took his knife away. It looks so careless."
"You...you are free to..."
After hanging up the phone, Qin Yang picked up He Yingtian's knife and returned to the villa.
This sword is indeed good. After all, it is the sword of a martial artist.
He briefly tried it, and although he couldn't withstand his full strength, he could still withstand about 80% of it, which was much better than the scrap metal in the previous palm martial arts department.
Putting the knife aside, Qin Yang thought for a while, then took out his cell phone and called Mr. Shang and Yang Baixiu.
"President Yang, I would like to trouble you and Mr. Shang to go to Yunjiang He's house."