The tip of the spear connected, and golden light burst out.
Thousands of bright stars suddenly appeared in the sky above the palace, tearing apart the sky like a violent meteor shower and blasting towards Qi Xuanting's colorful armor.
Such a large battle is extremely mammoth and more terrifying than thousands of troops galloping forward. No matter the destructive power or impact, ordinary monks cannot compete with it. Even a city will be destroyed.
Even though they were far away, many monks present were still horrified. They did not expect that Ye Fan, a young man in his early twenties, would possess such divine power.
Under the gaze of everyone, the ancient spear finally hit the colorful armor. The spear shadow was heavy and overbearing. It seemed that even a god standing in front would be riddled with holes.
In addition to Ye Fan's strong inner strength, the spear also contains an ancient will, which is sacred and domineering and supreme. It seems to be able to break all laws and annihilate everything.
This is the power of that drop of divine blood!
Even after a long time and countless epochs, this drop of divine blood is still incredibly powerful.
If Ye Fan had been in Youdu that day with this gun, it would have been enough to poke Ye Shen Yuedu out of the sieve. Ten lives would not be enough to kill him.
"Boom boom boom boom!"
The spear points blasted wildly on the colorful armor.
"Click! Click! Click..."
The armor that was as solid as gold and crystal clear suddenly cracked like spider webs and shattered into pieces.
Without the protection of the colorful armor, even though Qi Xuanting's body was extraordinary, he could not bear the sharp light of the spear. His skin and flesh were instantly torn open, blood spattered, and he soon became a bloody man.
"hiss!"
Seeing this scene, the faces of tens of thousands of soldiers of the Dawu Dynasty changed drastically, and they were angry and frightened.
In their minds, Qi Xuanting is an invincible being. There are countless true immortals who have died in his hands. A mere monk who has reached the sixth level of divine transformation is just an ant-like existence.
Unexpectedly, Qi Xuanting was seriously injured now and was in an extremely embarrassed state. Even the seven python auras showed signs of shattering.
"The Overlord's Marksmanship—Go straight to the Yellow Dragon!"
Ye Fan shouted loudly and waved the ancient spear. The shadow of the spear in the sky suddenly shrank and turned into a divine dragon that opened its teeth and claws to tear the sky. With unstoppable power, it stabbed the colorful armor.
"Boom!"
Qi Xuanting had been unable to fight back before, but this shot was like the straw that broke the camel's back.
The colorful battle armor on his body suddenly turned into powder and dissipated invisible.
Immediately, Qi Xuanting's figure seemed to be hit by a cannonball and shot out, destroying the towering palaces in the palace and turning them into ruins.
Qi Xuanting was also buried in the ruins and disappeared from everyone's sight.
…
"Oh my God! Did I see it wrong? Someone pinch me!"
"It's true! Mr. Ye actually defeated the third prince of the Dawu Dynasty!"
"With the sixth level of divine transformation, he defeated the third level of transcending tribulation. This achievement is enough to shock the entire Beidou galaxy!"
"Suffering such a serious injury, even if Qi Xuanting does not die, he will still be seriously injured!"
"Master Ye is so powerful that no one can match him!"
For a moment, there were waves of exclamations in the venue.
At this moment, Ye Fan was still standing on the same spot, holding the ancient spear in his hand, his right arm muscles spasming, breathing heavily, and his whole body was soaked with sweat.
The high-intensity, high-load battle just now was very difficult even for Ye Fan. Of course, the destructive power was also very amazing.
However, Ye Fan was not complacent because of this. He didn't even have a smile on his face. He frowned and looked at the collapsed ruins.
Although he couldn't feel Qi Xuanting's breath, Ye Fan didn't believe that he died like this.
After all, Qi Xuanting was the third prince of the Dawu Dynasty, so how could he not have the best trump card?
"boom!"
Suddenly, a burst of blood energy suddenly erupted from the ruins, like a million volcanoes erupting at the same time, soaring into the sky and punching a hole in the sky.
The power contained in it is actually more than ten times more powerful than before.
"Huh? What's going on?"
Many monks present looked around and saw a figure standing up slowly among the ruins.
It’s Qi Xuanting!
At this moment, Qi Xuanting was in a very miserable situation. He was covered in bruises and blood, and it looked like he had many broken bones.
With such a serious injury, it is reasonable to say that he can no longer compete with others, but the aura and fighting spirit revealed in Qi Xuanting's body are even stronger.
The next moment, something even more incredible happened.
"Swish, swish, swish, swish!"
The seven python halos that had been smashed by the ancient spear before reappeared on Qi Xuanting's head.
But this time, the halo is not of seven colors, but of the same color——
scarlet!
It's like a flame that burns the sky and destroys the world, and it's like blood splashing all over the sky!
These seven scarlet haloes revealed a strong and intractable anger, and it was unknown how many lives had to be contaminated with blood to breed such violence.
Qi Xuanting had a sinister smile on his face, and the severe injuries on his body seemed to have no impact. He looked straight at Mark and gritted his teeth and said: "Boy, this prince underestimated you! I didn't expect that you could force me to this point. To such an extent, it even exposed the biggest secret of the python’s bloodline!”
"What secret?" Ye Fan asked quickly.
Other monks present also pricked up their ears, extremely curious.
"Haha... It's okay to tell you! Every time I evolve, I will get a python aura. However, the python aura actually has two states: offensive and defensive. One is the one you just saw, which can turn into a battle armor to protect the whole body. Another one is this bloody halo!"
"With the blessing of the blood-red halo, the more serious my injuries are, the stronger the blood power I can exert! Every wound you leave on me adds strength to me! Unless you can kill me all at once Me, otherwise I will only get stronger and stronger! Hahahaha..."
Qi Xuanting's wild laughter resounded throughout the entire audience.
The other monks present looked incredulous, and their hearts were filled with huge waves, deeply shocked by this secret.
Everyone never expected that the Python bloodline could have such a domineering effect.
No wonder Emperor Wu was able to unify the Tianquan Star, control all the sects, and expand territories across all directions. It turned out that it all relied on this special physique.
In terms of defense, the battle armor transformed by the python's halo is impregnable and almost invincible.
Even if the armor is shattered by a terrifying external force, the python's aura will turn into an "attack" form, and the injury will be exchanged for terrifying bloodline power.
I have to admit, this bloodline is really abnormal!
Unless a peak powerhouse like Xia Huang takes action and kills Qi Xuanting in an instant with his supreme supernatural power.
Otherwise, as long as the True Immortal Crossing Tribulation with lower cultivation level does not kill Qi Xuanting immediately, he will fall into a very passive situation.
Fighting is not a problem, nor is not fighting!
Even if Qi Xuanting is severely injured with his supreme magical power, as long as he still has breath, his combat effectiveness will increase exponentially, to an extremely exaggerated level.
For a moment, the balance of victory seemed to tilt towards Qi Xuanting.