Immediately afterwards, the petals on the peach branch fell one by one until they turned into a bare black branch. The fallen petals seemed to be alive, constantly circling and flying, more and more.
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It didn't take long for the young man to feel like he was in a world made of peach blossoms. If Long Qing hadn't been in a coma and he had seen the current scene, he would have been hit again.
Seeing this situation, Ye Hongyu also became serious. The vitality of the world around him was turbulent, and it continued to condense into substance, turning into countless flying swords, forming a circle.
One of them is in the sea of flowers, and the other is in the world of swords!
The bare peach branch was like a baton in the young man's hand, and he began to direct the petals all over the sky to attack Ye Hongyu. There were petals attacking from all corners in 360 degrees.
Ye Hongyu also controlled the flying sword to form a solid barrier, constantly strangling the petals. In just an instant, the two sides had collided countless times.
The world shook, and on the small arena, it was like countless fireworks exploding at the same time, dazzling everyone.
The marble arena was quickly flattened by violent collisions, and even the defensive array created by the high priest was full of cracks and could be broken at any time.
This is no longer a confrontation in the Dongxuan realm, but a real confrontation of fate-knowing strength.
On the stand, the High Priest of Adjudication looked at the two people who were fighting with a somewhat ugly expression. Over the years, his Judgment Division has always been at the top of the three divisions in the Xiling Temple, and his status as the Great Priest is also the second highest in the Xiling Temple.
For the Headmaster, he was very intoxicated by the pleasure of dictating various countries. To him, he and the Headmaster were the gods of everyone.
But the two young girls in front of him made him feel a strong crisis.
At this time, he felt more and more that if he didn't do something, his position might be in jeopardy. He turned to look at the masked Headmaster of Xiling. The two looked at each other and said nothing.
The battle on the field continues.
The pink petals are like ocean waves, wave after wave, constantly washing away the barrier of Ye Hongyu's sword. And Ye Hongyu's sword is equally powerful, constantly crushing the incoming petals.
It seemed that no matter how many petals there were, they could not break through her sword array defense, but it was just that it could not be broken through. Ye Hongyu's sword was also unable to get close to the young man in front of him.
The scene in front of me turned into one of young men attacking and young women defending. It seemed like the scene was tense.
But from the beginning to the end, the girl could only keep defending. Every time she tried to expand the flying sword barrier, she was suppressed tightly. She could only form a circle with the flying swords and defend to the death!
The two sides were in a stalemate for a long time, and they still couldn't help each other. Fei Hua couldn't break through Ye Hongyu's defense, and Fei Sword couldn't leave three feet in front of her.
Ye Hongyu was waiting. After her opponent's telekinesis power was exhausted, it was the time for her to fight back.
But the young man didn't want to wait any longer, and slowly raised the black branch in his hand. In the shocked eyes of everyone, the black branch seemed to be injected with energy, becoming brighter and whiter!
In the end, the originally black branches turned into the most extreme white, like a scepter, sacred and dazzling! It was impossible to look directly at it!
The young man slowly let go of his hand, and the pure white branches flew out instantly, flying towards Ye Hongyu.
With a ding sound, the white branch was like a needle, piercing the circular flying sword barrier. The heaven and earth shook. At this moment, the flying sword barrier was like ice cubes driven into iron nails, with countless cracks all over it.
Finally, it began to shatter inch by inch. No matter how Ye Hongyu stimulated the vitality of the world and how he controlled the flying sword, he still could not shake the white light in front of him!
The white light slowly approached her. It was not until the light hovered between his eyebrows that she saw clearly that the so-called light was actually the peach branch in the young man's hand!
At this moment, she knew in her heart that she lost this battle, and she lost completely. From the beginning to the end, she did not pose any threat to the opponent! She could not even make the opponent take a step back.
The light dissipated, and the previous sea of flowers slowly dissipated, and the previously dispersed petals began to return to the branches one by one. Then they flew back to the young man's hands!
The peach branch in his hand turned into a peach blossom branch again, as if the previous sea of flowers and the previous white light were like an illusion!
At the same time, the priests in the stands stood up instantly and exclaimed in disbelief:
"That's Haotian Shenhui? How is that possible!"
Especially the priests of Guangming Palace, tears filled their eyes at this moment. For many years, since the Great Priest of Guangming was imprisoned in You Pavilion, no one in Xiling can truly use the Haotian Divine Glory. Even if they can
The usage is also pitiful. But now, the young man in front of me not only used the Haotian Divine Glory, but also used it so well. I am afraid that not even the priests of the Hall of Light, or even other great priests, can use such pure Haotian.
Tianshenhui?
The priests clasped their palms together, placed them on their heads, and shouted in the most pious tone:
"The light is immortal! Haotian exists forever!"
Everyone present also stood up at this moment and shouted:
"The light is immortal! Haotian exists forever!"
In the eyes of believers who believe in Haotian, the young man's status in their hearts is rising infinitely! Haotian is a god, and those who can communicate with Haotian are also gods in their hearts!
Ye Hongyu was still immersed in the failure just now, and couldn't help but become curious about the young man in front of him. First the sword energy, and then the combat method of the Nian Master. But just now, this young man actually used Haotian Shenhui, and it was still the same.
Pure, she felt a magnanimous mind in that dazzling light, upright and majestic, selfless and fearless!
More importantly, she also felt the sword intention in it, and the other party was able to integrate Haotian's divine brilliance into the sword. At this time, she couldn't help but think that if this young man was given a sword, his strength would become even more powerful.
How powerful.
The flying sword was sheathed, and Ye Hongyu also clasped his hands together,
"The light is immortal! Haotian exists forever!"
In this battle, I am convinced that I have lost!
Amidst the enthusiastic cheers of countless believers, the young man left calmly. At this time, no one could say that he was arrogant anymore. This is the attitude that a son of God should have.
Since then, Zhao Yun has been regarded as the son of light in Xiling by believers, and the halo above his head is better than that of all young people in the world.
All the priests of the Guangming Palace have extended an olive branch to him, hoping that he can become the new Great Priest of Guangming after Wei Guangming, be obeyed by the world, and even reach the unprecedented realm of apocalypse. It is not impossible.
Of course, all of this must first be approved by the great priest Wei Guangming. The priests of Guangming Palace began to do homework for both parties, hoping that Wei Guangming could meet this hope of Guangming Palace and even Xiling as soon as possible.
But when he was looking for Zhao Yun, he found that the young man had disappeared. It turned out that after defeating Ye Hongyu, a direct disciple of Zhishou Guan, the senior officials of Zhishou Guan allowed him to enter Zhishou Guan to practice and become another direct disciple!
Let the people of the Guangming Palace beat their legs and chests. Although joining the Zhishou Temple does not mean that you can't join the Xiling Third Division to serve, but if the other party sees the broader world of practice, it is still unknown whether the priesthood of Xiling can be seen.
In the eyes of people who have broken through the fifth realm, even the headmaster of Xiling does not have much appeal.
The story of the Son of Light spread in the Haotian world.
As for the young man who is the protagonist, he is looking at the Book of Heaven in his hand with a myriad of thoughts in his mind:
"Origin, when will you close the network? It's been five years. Do you know how I have spent these five years? If you don't close the network, I will become their boss..."