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The nine major days above the head are shining, and the five lights of the body are rising. That is the power of Holy Land!

"God, Wang Yang is worthy of being the legitimate son of the top ten families. His strength is far greater than that of Wang Shuo just now. He has even tempered five drops of holy power?"

"A drop of Holy Land's lowest strength can double the combat power. Wang Yang has five drops, that is, the lowest strength has also increased by a dozen times!"

"It's no wonder that it's said that Wang Yang once beheaded an old and frail saint. I sneered at it at the beginning. Now it seems that this matter is not groundless and has a certain degree of credibility!"

The power of holy land can be different. The power of holy land is extremely difficult to refine, and it costs a lot of money. If there is no huge family background or peerless talent, it is absolutely difficult to refine!

Generally speaking, the martial artists in the holy land, even the genius of jiuchongtian, are qualified to produce two or three drops of holy land power. Wang Yang is so young that he has just broken through the jiuchongtian holy land for a long time. He has actually refined five drops of holy land power that is horrifying!

This talent, this resource, is also hard to find in the four inheritance places!

Wang Yang enjoys being looked up and worshipped. Although his nose is swollen, his face is blue, his eyes are crooked, his mouth is crooked, his head is full of hair and he is in a state of embarrassment at this moment, the superiority brought by the five drops of holy land power makes his mood calm a lot in a moment.

"Cut!"

Qin Sheng sneered and said, "isn't it the power of holy land? I have it, too! "

"Boom" ~ "

Qin Sheng stepped out and swam in the middle of the sky. A terrible breath spread out on his body, directly drowning out the pressure from the five drops of holy land power on Wang Yang.

When they saw it, they were completely dumbfounded. They were stunned and stiff, as if they were struck by lightning!

"Ten drops of holy power!"

"I'm not dazzled, am I? The cultivation of six holy regions has produced ten drops of holy regions?"

"Bad old man, you have no eyesight, ten drops of holy power!"

Several little saints with gray hair can't help shouting. Ten drops of holy power, even in the nine holy regions, is a rare and terrible existence!

Qin Sheng's hand, dark golden armor hunting, with a terrible breath, quickly let Wang Yang despair, he also wanted to resist, but brought him a fist.

With a click, Wang Yang's body was on the verge of collapse. He vomited blood again. He thought he would win if he had five drops of holy land power. But he didn't expect that Qin Sheng had even tempered ten drops of holy land power!

What a monster! That's the power of holy land. It's harder to refine than Holy Land!

It was thought that Qin Sheng was from a small place like the Heilong mountain temple. There was no flash at all, that is, a soft persimmon that people could hold at will. But the gap between the flesh and the power of the holy land. Today, Wang Yang really kicked on the steel plate!

"Poof!"

"Bang!"

On the other hand, the battle between Jiahui and longdawei is over. The two old saints from the royal family have fled, one has been interrupted and the other has been removed. Although this kind of injury is nothing to a saint, it's embarrassing to lose face.

Seeing this scene, everyone's eyes at Qin Sheng have changed. Originally, contempt, as if they looked at the dead, has changed into consternation, horror and inconceivable

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