Holy Twelve struck fiercely with the holy sword, murderous intent rippled, the holy power was released, the blade was like an ax that split the sky, unstoppable.
The Dragon Emperor's huge dragon eyes stared intently at the falling holy sword, with a trace of unwillingness and anger rippling in his pupils.
But at this critical moment, a sword energy suddenly flew over and hit the holy sword like a whirlwind.
But in the face of Saint Twelve's blow full of holy power, this sword energy had no effect at all, and all it could do was slow it down.
However, this slight sluggishness is enough!
At the moment when the holy sword was about to hit the Dragon Emperor, the vast sword power that covered the sky and the sun was released from the back of the Holy Twelve, like an open gluttonous mouth, swallowing the Holy Twelve.
It's white night!
As long as Saint Twelve continues to choose to attack the Dragon Emperor, even if he kills the Dragon Emperor, he will definitely not survive.
"snort!"
Saint Twelve sneered, holding the holy sword and retreating, directly exposing the huge body of the Dragon Emperor to the terrifying Death Dragon Sword Qi.
The Dragon Emperor couldn't move. Saint Twelve was able to dodge the Death Dragon Sword Qi, but the Dragon Emperor couldn't dodge it!
He has already foreseen the scene where the Dragon Emperor will be baptized by the Death Dragon Sword!
Compared to the Holy Sword, wouldn't it be more ironic to let the Dragon Emperor die in Bai Ye's hands?
However.
Just when he thought Bai Ye's terrifying sword energy could cut the Dragon Emperor apart in an instant, the terrifying sword energy suddenly disappeared without a trace, and all destruction and murderous intent disappeared.
Saint Twelve was stunned. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, with a look of shock and anger on his face.
"That blow just now... was an illusion??" he said.
"good!"
Bai Ye said calmly, raised his sword and struck at the holy pillar.
If one pillar is broken again, the Dragon Emperor can struggle even further.
Holy Twelve is unbelievable.
The terrifying attack that Bai Ye used to surround Wei and save Zhao turned out to be an illusion created by him with magic! He calculated that he would definitely retreat and dodge! So he came up with such a move to surround Wei and save Zhao! A feint shot!!
"madness!!!"
The figure inside the door couldn't help but curse.
Saint Twelve was furious. He had never suffered such humiliation! He immediately rushed toward Bai Ye with the holy sword in hand.
"Bastard! Bastard!!! I swear to kill you!!!"
A shrill roar spread out, and the holy sword rolled out a thousand feet of light, split the earth, and slashed towards Bai Ye.
But Bai Ye was not afraid at all. He dodged sideways to avoid the sword light and continued to attack the light beam.
Now he doesn't have a head-on confrontation with Saint Twelve at all, he only attacks the light pillar.
Now in the semi-saint state, Bai Ye's speed and strength are so astonishing. Coupled with the universal body, it would be impossible to kill him with only Saint Twelve.
hateful!
Saint Twelve was filled with rage, almost bursting with rage. His eyes flickered as he stared at the huge Dragon Emperor and rushed towards him with murderous intent rippling.
But at this moment, Bai Ye was already on guard. Before anyone could get close, Bai Ye turned into a meteor and rushed towards him, slashing fiercely with his sword. This move of Death Dragon Sword Qi was real, instantly shattering the void on the side of Saint Twelve and destroying him.
The ripples hit his chest hard.
Saint Twelve suffered another big loss, his chest heaved and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Not an opponent?
"This son sacrificed his heavenly soul and is only in the semi-saint realm. But what is surprising is that his holy power and the purity of his imperial energy are even more terrifying than those of a saint... Twelve! There must be something special about him.
It’s either a heavenly soul! Or a magic weapon! Plus, with the Death Dragon Sword, it will be very difficult for you to defeat him!” The person inside the door roared in a low voice.
His words revealed the mystery of the white night.
The Heavenly Soul that Bai Ye is currently sacrificing is not an ordinary Heavenly Soul, but nine Heavenly Souls from the Tenth Heaven, and one Death Dragon Heavenly Soul from the Twelfth Heaven!
After the fusion of these ten heavenly souls, their power has become unrivaled. Another sacrifice, although it only provides Bai Ye with the realm of a semi-saint, can provide him with power that can rival that of a saint!
Saint Twelve's heart was filled with fear and his eyes were tightened. He no longer dared to be careless. He gave a low drink and a white light burst out from his chest.
Already starting to go all out.
The terrifying Holy Technique instantly blasted towards Qin Feng, arranging in the air and rippling in the void. At the same time, Holy Twelve himself also launched an offensive again. He did not rush towards the Dragon Emperor, but turned around and ran towards Bai Ye.
But when the person approached Bai Ye, a burst of light flashed from his body, and in the light, a figure rushed out and attacked the Dragon Emperor.
Doppelgänger?
not good!
Bai Ye's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately turned around and charged, intending to intercept this clone, but the terrifying Holy Art and another clone of Saint Twelve were already approaching.
In a hurry, Bai Ye could only attack this holy technique, ignore the clone of Saint Twelve, and quickly return to the aid of the Dragon Emperor.
But because of his ignorance, Saint Twelve's terrifying holy sword struck him directly on the back.
Poof!
A bloodstain appeared, and blood spattered into the air.
"Um?"
Saint Twelve was stunned. Logically speaking, even if the saint was struck by this knife, he would be cut in half on the spot. How come this man only left a bloodstain?
Is his body harder than that of a saint?
Bai Ye approached the Dragon Emperor and struck with his sword. The terrifying sword energy engulfed the clone.
But the next second, Holy Twelve made another move!
At this moment, the white light on his body flashed faster. Every time he moved, a terrifying clone appeared with the same aura. After a total of twelve flashes, twelve Saint Twelve with astonishing aura appeared in front of Bai Ye.
!
These...are all real saint clones! They are definitely not fakes used by ordinary soul masters to confuse people. Each of them possesses saint-level destructive power. The only difference is that the amount of holy power reserves flowing in their bodies can be forcibly
Divided into twelve shares...
"This time, let's see how you defend yourself!"
Saint Twelve sneered again and again, and then shouted low, and the twelve saints including him all went towards the Dragon Emperor to kill him, all in the southeast, northwest, front, rear, left and right. The overwhelming murderous intent was like a big net, covering the Dragon Emperor.
It also covers the white night!
Unless Bai Ye also knows the clone technique, and it must be a holy level method, it is impossible to resist this round of offensive.
However, sacrificing the Heavenly Soul can only give him strength, but not the means! Most of his current soul skills are still Emperor Scriptures!
The Emperor's Scripture can suddenly cause the nine soul experts to fight to their death, but in the face of the Holy Art... the Emperor's Scripture is obviously not enough.
"Boy! Leave me alone, you go first!"
Facing this scene, the Dragon Emperor was helpless and could only shout.
Holy Twelve not only wants to kill the Dragon Emperor, but also wants to force Bai Ye! As long as Bai Ye dares to come in and attack the Dragon Emperor, he will definitely not be able to withstand Holy Twelve's offensive, and he will be seriously injured!
This is Saint Twelve’s trick of killing two birds with one stone!
No matter what decision Bai Ye makes, Holy Twelve will be the winner.
But....
At this critical moment, Bai Ye suddenly opened his eyes and roared violently.
"town!!!"
In an instant, a vast and mysterious power fell from the sky!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang...
The Saint Twelve clones that rushed towards the dead dragon suddenly exploded out of thin air.
"What?"
Saint Twelve was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, a terrifying force of suppression suddenly fell on him. He fell with a bang and fell heavily to the ground. Even the void was squeezed and distorted by this force of suppression.
To be continued...