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LU Hong's eyes were round and his face was unbelievable. The speed was too fast. It was like a lightning from the sky. It was so fast that people were desperate. He used the war sword to resist it, but the war sword was like paper paste in front of Qin Sheng.

"Bang!"

Qin Sheng's sole made a close contact with LU Hong's son's face.

"Click!"

The sound of broken bones is heard in the painting. Qin Sheng steps on LU Hong's son's face with one foot, which is so powerful that even the mountain has been trampled down.

LU Hong's son spits blood crazily, his armor is shaken and his fu light marrow fluid flows all over the place, and it breaks out completely.

Day by day, there was silence.

Countless hot eyes looked up at the battle in the painting, stunned, almost petrified.

Qin Sheng's operation is as fierce as a tiger. First, he blows LU Hong away with a fist, then he goes to LU Hong's strongest sword array. The sharp sword is like tofu in front of him, and then he steps LU Hong's son under his feet.

That's the son of God. With 100000 students in the holy courtyard every day, only ten sons can be selected. You can imagine how difficult it is to become a son of God.

One in a million!

The son of God should have been invincible.

But now it's such an unreal picture in front of all people. LU Hong's son was defeated. He was suppressed to the same accomplishments in the painting of mountains and rivers. He was defeated so thoroughly.

To put it bluntly, Qin Sheng was able to crack down on the son of the same rank without any effort.

This shows that in the same realm, the son of LU Hong is far inferior to Qin Sheng.

Many old students are completely petrified. Their faces are hazed. Even some female students have long been waiting in line to give birth to monkeys for the son of LU Hong. Now their idols are easily beaten up and trampled on their feet.

This moment was really pressed on the ground friction.

"Wuwu......"

LU Hong's son refuses to give up. He grins his teeth and wants to bite Qin Sheng back. His eyebrows are shining with illusory light.

"Spirit attack?"

Qin Sheng sneered, opened his mouth, and swallowed up the illusory sword light.

"Er..."

Qin Sheng did not change his face color, but also gave a burp, saying: "your spirit realm is not so high, just like me, just lighting up a star of life and soul."

"It turns out that the requirements of the son of God are so low." Qin Sheng even whispered.

Hearing this, LU Hong, the son of God, spits out three liters of blood. What is the son's demand so low? Every son is one in a million. LU Hong doesn't know how much effort it takes to climb up step by step and become the son of the holy palace day by day.

LU Hong was hurt too much, and he was so angry that he suddenly crooked his neck and fainted.

"Let LU Hong out!"

Cangjianfeng's bleak roar made the sky boil.

He Tiansheng looks sarcastic, saying: "a hundred million yuan crystal, hand in money, hand in person."

The face of Tibetan sword peak is hard to see. For him, a hundred million yuan crystal is not a big number. Yuan crystal is small, and shame is big.

However, in full view of the public, Tibetan Jianfeng is not easy to repent, and he is very taboo to he Tiansheng, especially his inadvertent exposure of the "mountain and river map".

Who knows what cards he Tiansheng has.

Tibetan Jianfeng throws a purple crystal card to he Tiansheng, on which there happens to be a hundred million yuan crystal.

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