The Killing Saint took a step forward and passed through Ma Cheng's terrifying attack and went directly to him. He raised his hand and pinched out a piece of Taoist pattern, turning into sword energy and slashed at the head of the ice and snow giant transformed by Ma Cheng.

There was no gorgeous light, no unparalleled sword energy, no terrifying moves to open the big attack, just a simple blow, like a chef cutting cucumber, easily cut into Ma Cheng's huge head...

There is no doubt that Ma Cheng's defense is absolutely terrifying at this time. How terrible it would be for a saint who burned all his vitality. If it were not for the opponent who was the Killing Saint, I am afraid that the entire evil mountain and the wrapped evil valley would turn into a snowy world full of death.

Unfortunately, all this was useless in front of the Killing Saint. The seemingly simple sword light cut off the ice path pattern, cut off the terrible ice and snow defense, and instantly cut Ma Cheng's head.

This is the sword of murder. It doesn't require too much glory, just achieve the goal.

The blizzard transformed from the soul ice in the sky disappeared for no reason, and the huge ice giant also fell to the ground, instantly turning into Ma Cheng's appearance, but he was already dead.

"Oh!" The monster old man holding the cigarette puff shook his head and sighed, not knowing what he was sighing.

Chen Pan was dumbfounded. If it weren't for the terrible injuries on his body, everything that had just happened to be an hallucination.

This is the most mysterious and terrifying saint in the legend. It can be so strong that it is so strong. In the blink of an eye, a saint who has burned all his vitality in the realm of great success was killed by him. The whole process was lightly described, as if he was pinching an ant to death, which was too unreal.

Who told me that there is not much difference in strength between saints in the same realm? Chen Pan really wanted to pull out this person and slapped him a few times. In front of the killing saint, there is probably no difference between other saints and ordinary monks except for a few extra powerful saints in the peak realm.

When it comes to swordsmanship, I am not as good as the sword saint. When it comes to killing people, he is not as good as me. Only at this moment can I deeply understand what the Killing Saint once said.

The Killing Saint fell down and looked back at Chen Pan, with a hazy aura wrapped in his body. Even if Chen Pan had the magical technique of observing the scent, he could not see what these auras looked like. No wonder he was called the most mysterious saint. I am afraid that few people know his appearance.

Chen Pan recovered with all his strength, and the current situation was not controlled by him at all. If the Killing Saint had a killing idea about him, unless the soul in his body woke up and there was still a glimmer of life, it would be better to wait for death directly and save useless work.

Several breaths flew over, very powerful, no weaker than Ma Cheng, and should be other saints in the Evil Valley.

At present, a saint glanced at Ma Cheng's body, sighed and said, "Actually, there is no need to kill him."

"He broke my rules and provoked me to say that I would not kill him." The Killing Saint said lightly.

"It's just a temporary mistake. The immortal war has been discussed. If one more saint is added, we will have another more bargaining chip." Another saint said. The saints in Longting Mountain gathered. They all participated, but they could only kill the saint.

The Saint Sha shook his head: "Your so-called discussion seems ridiculous to me. How could the great disaster of heaven and earth calculated by the man who spent his lifespan of heaven and earth be resolved by your ordinary method like playing house? If you like to play, just go play. I won't stop it, but don't expect me to participate."

Chen Pan listened aside, feeling slightly shocked. His view on the immortal war was surprisingly consistent with the ghost saint. They all believed that this would be a huge disaster and that the threat would not be reduced by the so-called negotiation.

"You warn you kindly, why kill him? There is one more saint in the Valley of Evils, which will be helpful to you, right?" A saint said in confusion, and it can be seen that he should be Ma Cheng's close relationship.

The saint killed the saint without saying anything, just stared at the man motionless. After only a few breaths, the saint lowered his head. Even the saint could not cope with such terrible pressure.

After a while, Killing Sheng said, "Rules are rules. No matter who I am, if I break my rules, I will kill them. I have given him a chance, but he doesn't cherish them and is too arrogant."

"Similar situations have occurred before, and you have never intervened, so you think you no longer care about this rule." The saint who spoke first said. Judging from this posture, he should have a relatively high position in the Valley of Evils, so he is relatively not so afraid of killing the saint.

The Saint Sha shook his head: "I am a ruler, you ruler. Those who have always existed before I explained that the rules are invalid. As for when I will deal with them and how to deal with those who do not follow the rules, it is my own business and has nothing to do with you. Before you have enough strength to challenge me, you'd better be more conscious. If you can't stand it, you can leave. You know my habits and never force them."

"We just want to make the Valley of Evils stronger." The saint said.

"How to go and how to go in the future is all my decision, and it has nothing to do with you. Moreover, whether my evil valley is strong or not has nothing to do with the number of saints. Even if you all leave, no one dares to question my status in the ancient continent. What you need to do is to remember my rules." After the killing saint said that, he took a step forward, and he walked very slowly, but very fast. Suddenly, there was no shadow, and no one saw how he disappeared.

Several saints looked at each other, but although they were unhappy, they were not easy to get angry. What the Saint said made them a little embarrassed, but it was a fact. The status of the Valley of Wicked People has always established the reputation of the Saint Killing. The outside world rarely cares about the number of saints in the Valley.

As long as the saint is killed for one day, even if the entire valley is empty, this place is the most powerful force in the ancient continent, and no one dares to provoke it. If the saint is killed, even if the saint is doubled, it will be far less deterrent than now in the eyes of others.

"Oh!" The old man beside him took a few sips, then sighed and said, "I have told you a long time ago that rules are rules. If you don't care, you will have to worry about them. Once you care about them, this will be the consequences."

He looked like he was a veteran, and his tone was full of lessons. If he had changed to other quasi-saints, it would have been a slightest search for death. However, when the old man spoke like this, those saints did not dare to get angry at all. This old man was too weird, and no one knew the origin except killing the saint.

Although he regarded himself as a janitor and never cared about anything, none of these quasi-saints dared to disrespect him. It seemed that he was only in the quasi-saint realm, but several attempts proved that this old man definitely had the ability to kill saints.

Several saints took a look, but did not say anything more, and left. The people in other valleys only dared to watch from a distance and did not dare to step forward.

The old man squirted, then pinned his cigarette puff on his waist, and carried Chen Pan toward the valley.
Chapter completed!