Since his second awakening, Holy Son of Light has rarely been injured, and few people have the strength to hurt him.
The unyielding fighting spirit surrounded his arms and refused to leave for a long time.
The Wuguang Holy Son's body shook violently, and then with a pop, he coughed out a large mouthful of blood.
He looked up in horror at the young man not far away.
He was so powerful.
Since his second awakening, he had rarely been injured, let alone vomited blood, with the elemental spirit.
Even if he fights against equal monsters, he is rarely in such a mess.
However, during this hard fight, his arms were numb and his internal organs were even injured.
Who is the handsome young man in front of me?
How can he have such fighting power?
No, the combat power does not belong entirely to this boy, and the battle ax in his hand Without allowing him to think too much, Ge Han controlled the sky-covering cloth and shrouded it again.
This time, he was on guard and escaped immediately, and did not make the same mistake again.
"Oh, what a pity."
Ge Han sighed.
He didn't expect this holy son to be so clever.
What a pity.
"hey-hey" Qi Ye suddenly smiled sinisterly and whispered: "Explosion" "Click" The face of Wuguang Holy Son changed drastically, and severe pain suddenly came from his injured arm.
Before he could react, there was a sound of broken bones in his right arm.
The fighting spirit that had been wrapped around his arm suddenly broke out, causing his arm to be broken into several pieces.
Even as strong as he was, such sudden severe pain made his face covered with sweat.
The Holy Son of Wuguang looked at the battle ax in Qi Ye's hand with a look of horror.
What kind of weapon was this?
It could actually possess others and then cause destruction.
Without allowing him to think too much, Qi Ye rushed forward again holding the Ghostly Ax.
The Holy Son of Wuguang roared angrily, and slapped his remaining intact arm on his waist.
A black light flashed, and a three-headed hell dog appeared in front of everyone, staring fiercely at everyone, and boundless power filled the air.
"I remember you, just wait for me."
He stared at Qi Ye who rushed up with a gloomy face.
He mounted the three-headed hell dog and was about to leave.
"Did I say let you go?"
A low and sinister smile suddenly came from behind him.
Ge Han controlled the sky-covering cloth to cover it silently again, focusing all his attention on Qi Ye's body, the Wuguang Holy Son.
He was actually restrained again.
"I'll let you win."
Qi Ye chuckled and rushed forward with the ghostly ax in hand.
The sound of "ping ping ping pong" came, and Qi Ye struck without mercy, with a fierce fighting spirit, he beat up the Sunless Holy Son under the sky-covering sky.
After a while, Qi Ye took back the sky-covering cloth, and Holy Son Wuguang lay on the ground in a miserable state.
His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, as if he was fighting a gangster.
His body was bruised and bruised, and there was no good spot on his body.
He didn't know when the three-headed hell dog was taken back by him.
Otherwise, Qi Ye really wanted to see how these three heads grew.
The sky-covering cloth once again became three feet square in size, exuding a light gray aura, covering the body of the Wuguang Holy Son.
The strange thing is that the Wuguang Holy Son seemed to be under great pressure and did not get up after struggling several times.
Qi Ye, who was carrying a ghostly ax, came over, patted the former's cheek with the back of the ax, and said provocatively: "The so-called Holy Son is not very good, he is not enough to hit me with a few axes."
Qi Ye's insulting behavior made Holy Son Wuguang's face so gloomy that he could almost shed water, "You bastard, you'd better not fall into my hands."
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"Hey, you're still tough."
Qi Ye grinned and said, "Ge Han, let's pee together."
After saying that, he stood up and took off his clothes.
Seeing this scene, Holy Son Wuguang was startled and struggled quickly, fearing that Qi Ye would really do this.
Qi Ye stopped when he saw that he was good.
After rummaging around the former, he took out a jade pendant the size of his palm, threw it in the face of the Holy Son Wuguang, and said: "Hand over the Fruitless Vine."
In fact, Qi Ye really wanted to destroy the jade pendant and directly wipe out the contents inside, but these powerful children of top-ranking families would usually ask their ancestors to place a ban on it.
If he didn't want to open it, the ban would automatically Destroying the space spiritual weapon may lead to nothing in the end.
Otherwise, why would Qi Ye be talking nonsense with this guy here.
"Tsk, dreaming."
The Holy Son of Wu Guang still had a strong backbone and did not give in.
After seeing this, Qi Ye didn't say anything, he picked up the Gui Lei ax and struck it down on his head and face.
The Wuguang Holy Son was so beaten that he groaned and almost fainted.
"My patience is limited.
Next time it won't be the axe, but the axe blade."
Qi Ye played with the Guilei ax and looked at the Wuguang Holy Son with a bright smile.
For some reason, Holy Son Wuguang's heart trembled because he realized that the seemingly harmless young man in front of him would really do that.
Ge Han, who was controlling the sky-covering cloth, glanced at Qi Ye strangely.
Why did he think this guy had changed?
He hesitated and struggled for a long time, until Qi Ye's patience was about to run out, he mobilized his willpower, opened the jade pendant space weapon, and sent out the fruitless vine that he had just received before he could warm it.
Qi Ye felt happy and quickly put the things into the ax house.
Then he stared at the latter maliciously and said, "Is there anything good hidden there?"
The Wuguang Holy Son who seemed to have made up his mind ignored him and finally closed his eyes, looking like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.
Even though Qi Ye wanted to use force, he still shrugged helplessly after seeing this situation.
He shrugged and signaled Ge Han to let this guy go.
In fact, Qi Ye wanted to kill this guy, but he was worried that doing so would arouse the hatred of the other saints.
By that time, they would not be able to withstand the joint revenge of the six saints.
The two people who collected the fruitless vines immediately retreated back.
Before they had taken a few steps, a muffled sound suddenly came from the forest.
Qi Ye's expression changed.
Could it be that Tuoba Banxing also failed?
Before he could come to his senses, he suddenly discovered that the entire forest was shaking, and endless plant essences were pouring out from inside the forest, gathering towards the center.
At the same time, a force of heaven and earth rules swept down again, and many people flew out.
However, Qi Ye did not see Tuoba Banxing among the people who flew out.
Did he succeed?
Before Qi Ye came back to his senses, the Holy Son of Wuguang, who had found the opportunity, immediately rushed out of the suppression.
He stared at Qi Ye with malicious eyes, then flashed his body and rushed out into the distance.
Ignoring the escaping Holy Son of Wu Guang, Qi Ye was looking at several black vines flying in the forest with excitement.
"Did he really succeed?"
Seeing this situation, Qi Ye couldn't help but murmured to himself.
At this moment, the originally green and shady forest was rapidly withering.
Inside the forest, the huge essence of vegetation quickly compressed and gathered.
In the rich green light, a figure was looming.
"Did my second brother succeed?"
Tuoba Banyue couldn't help but mutter to himself as he stared at the rapidly withering forest.
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Nodding, Qi Ye said: "Well, judging from the momentum, it should be successful."
After a while, the forest began to wither over a large area, and in the middle of the forest, the rich and almost dripping essence of vegetation compressed rapidly under the control of nine black vines.
In just half an hour, the entire forest withered, leaving only A green ball as round as a duck egg.
Tuoba Banxing holds the green ball in his hand with an excited expression.
This is the mark of the sacred weapon, the wooden wheel of life: