Qi Yun smiled coldly and said: "The biggest advantage of the Half-Saint is that he can mobilize a large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth for his own use. If you are outside the Death God Cemetery, I can beat you to ashes with just one blow.

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Zhang Ruochen said: "A half-saint also wants to make excuses for his failure? To be honest, your strength really disappoints me."

In fact, Zhang Ruochen had used all his strength just now, and on two occasions, he almost couldn't avoid Qi Yun's attacks.

The reason why he said this was not because he really looked down on Qi Yun, but because he wanted to anger Qi Yun.

Qi Yun's state of mind was originally quite stable.

But being unable to fight for a long time made him a little angry.

A dignified semi-saint was actually ridiculed by a fish-dragon monk. Even if Qi Yun was in a good mood, he was completely angry at this moment.

"Junior, I will let you see the true strength of the Half-Saint."

Between Qi Yun's eyebrows, the mark of Shenwu appeared.

A flaming holy sword flew out of the air sea through the divine mark and slashed at Zhang Ruochen.

The blazing wave of air emitted by the holy sword illuminated the entire world in crimson. All the corpses on the riverbank burned, forming a rather strange scene.
Chapter completed!