The human cultivators took action at the same time. The terrifying spiritual energy filled the forest to the east, and the surrounding trees were rustling, which was extremely shocking!
The dragon saint son could hardly open his eyes due to the powerful air wave, let alone resist it.
"kill!"
"These guys are crazy, these guys are absolutely crazy. Why are they so obsessed with us? It's just a killer move!"
"The distribution of combat power between the two sides tonight is not balanced at all. Even if we win, it will be a weak victory. If we have the ability, we will fight again next time!"
"When the next war really starts, this Holy Son will never lose to you, I will never lose to you!"
While resisting, the Holy Son of the Dragon was displaying his ability to speak loudly, as if no matter what the circumstances, his mouth could never be idle.
"Let's fight next time? Are you a fool or am I a fool? Do you think this is a fight?"
"Yes, I can kill you guys today, why wait until next time? Killing them now is not the best of both worlds!"
Seeing that it didn't make sense, Holy Son Jiaolong could only bite the bullet and rush forward.
In fact, he doesn't expect anyone to come to save them now, because if someone came, they would have come long ago, and they couldn't wait until now!
What's more, they ran out secretly this time. It's not certain whether the girl in red and the others knew that they were in danger?
On the other side, Qilin Holy Son was half-kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily, and his whole body's energy was extremely disordered!
Upon closer inspection, there were dense wounds all over his body, and there was blood in the wounds. He looked like a bloody man!
His state at this time is completely different from before. It is as miserable as it is. If the only thing that remains unchanged is probably the determined look in his eyes!
The Saint Daxu on the opposite side still looks arrogant and arrogant, and the aura exuding from his body is becoming more and more powerful!
Such a long battle not only did not make him feel tired, but instead aroused his warlike spirit.
"To be honest, I didn't expect you to be so strong, that you could fight me for hundreds of rounds."
"As expected of the Holy Son of the Monster Clan, worthy of the Holy Son of the Qilin Clan, after all, you still have two skills. It seems that I still looked down on you a little before."
Saint Daxu unconsciously praised him. He finally understood why the Second Presbyterian Church failed. His failure was definitely not accidental!
Although the Holy Son of Qilin in front of him is a saint, with peak strength in the mid-term, his combat experience and dark path are not just talk, and he has even caused difficulties and troubles for himself!
If he fights with all his strength, he may be able to fight against the masters in the late Saint stage, but he is the ceiling of the Saint late stage.
If my fighting power is just a little bit weaker, the outcome of this battle will be hard to say!
Think about it carefully, what an exaggeration this is! The Holy Son of Qilin is just a junior, it’s really embarrassing!
"It is indeed a good thing that you are powerful and talented, but it is not a good thing for you now!"
"Before, I might have been able to spare your life, but now it's impossible."
The palm of Saint Daxu once again lit up with a bright wave of light, and the spiritual energy all over his body slowly gathered towards it.
Obviously he has to use his strongest move, he has to kill with one hit!
Although the reward for bringing the Holy Son of Qilin back to the Netherworld City was higher, he didn't dare to make that bet. What if those monsters caught up with him on the way?
If those big demons really caught up with them, wouldn't he lose both his men and his wealth tonight, lose his wife and lose his troops? This was something he could never bear!
In this case, let’s just choose the safest way!
After feeling the breath of death, Qilin Holy Son struggled to stand up, but finally saw it.
He has exhausted even his last bit of strength. The ancient orthodox Kirin bloodline is not a perpetual motion machine and cannot support his endless battle, just like Ye Fan's road to life and death!
"Tick tock! Tick tock!"
The next moment, light rain began to fall in the sky, which somewhat covered up the bloody smell here, but also added a touch of coldness to the air.
Saint Daxu unconsciously stretched out his hand, and his eyes gradually became serious.
He always felt that the rain was a bit strange, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was.
The Holy Son of Qilin raised his head with difficulty. The blood and rain were mixed together, making him unable to feel the pain.
He can be considered numb to the pain now. What hurts the most is his unwillingness to give in!
He has been practicing for so many years! He has been practicing for so many years! What he has been waiting for is this final battle!
It's a pity that he will die before the final battle has officially begun. How ironic is it to say this?
Moreover, he has not defeated Ye Fan's opponent yet. Ye Fan can be regarded as the only human monster he has cared about for so many years.
It's a pity that everything that happened in the past will be turned into smoke and smoke from today's perspective, and my life will soon be in vain.
Although he was extremely unwilling and humiliated, he was unable to change anything now and could only accept this painful fact.
"boom!"
Suddenly a thunderbolt sounded from the sky, and the sound of the thunderbolt suddenly woke up the great saint.
"No, no, we must resolve the situation here as soon as possible. We must not delay it any longer!"
Saint Daxu's eyes turned cold, and the bright light waves in his palm instantly shot out, heading straight towards the Holy Son of Qilin's palace!
"careful!"
"careful!"
The Phoenix Saint and the Blue Wolf Saint were roaring heart-breakingly, their eyes almost bleeding, but they couldn't save themselves, so how could they save the Kirin Saint.
The expressions of the Holy Son of Dragon on the side were also very complicated. They knew very well in their hearts that if the Holy Son of Qilin was really hit, his life would naturally come to an end.
"Damn it! You are a guy who likes to pretend on weekdays. If you don't pretend now, you will risk your own life by pretending!"
"Oh, I was really too hasty this time. I shouldn't have done this before the war. I really regret it!"
The face of the Holy Son of the Dragon is full of sorrow. He regrets as much as he wants. Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world. It is too late to regret now.
"Go to hell you!"
Saint Daxu roared excitedly, as if he had already seen the moment when he would receive supreme glory and reward.
When the time comes, he will let the other big guys of the sect take a good look at how strong he is, especially Hua Tian and Taoist Banshan!
These two are the ones he most wants to be in the limelight. After waiting for so long, this day has finally arrived, and he has indeed not waited in vain!
