Powerful, cold!

Binghan's murderous intent penetrated his body, and Ye Huan's eyes were extremely cold and shot straight towards the Holy Son.

Looking at Ye Huan's eyes, a hint of surprise and coldness appeared in the Holy Son's eyes.

"You are very strong, even more powerful than I thought. I am more interested in you." The Holy Son smiled slightly, and everything was calm.

The cold eyes of the two of them intertwined in the air, as if a spark burst out.

A man was flying in a red robe, looking elegant and noble, like the purest European aristocrat.

A man was flirting with a black robe, with a cold and indifferent expression, as if he was a bloodthirsty man born.

"This is a peak showdown!"

Everyone suddenly thought that whether it was Chinese warriors or foreign warriors, the expressions on their faces became solemn.

Both sides realized that these two people were not simple, and they could be said to be extremely powerful.

Dragons and tigers fight, kings showdown!

"A mere Hall is nothing, but it is indeed beyond my imagination to be able to destroy the Holy Grail." The Holy Son smiled gently, "I am really curious, what secrets are hidden in you?"

"Don't worry, I will slowly untie you!"

The Holy Son smiled faintly, and the red robe danced. At this time, his fingers raised slightly. In an instant, the temperature between heaven and earth suddenly dropped, and within ten miles, it seemed that it became a little cold.

It is too terrifying to control the temperature between heaven and earth with one person's power, making the surroundings cold and cold.

"Is this the strength of the Holy Son of the Holy See? It's so terrifying!"

"This time, let's see what the Chinese God of Killing will do. When he is stepped on by the Holy Son, Hua Xia's face will be lost."

"At that time, let's see how arrogant he is!"

The foreign warrior sneered. The death of Hall was shocked and even a little scared.

Now that the strength of the Holy Son has come out, everyone feels fear. What kind of killing god is not worth mentioning in front of the Holy Son!

"Ye Killing God, you must hold on. You can't embarrass us in China!"

"This time, it's a difficult time. The strength of this European Holy Son is very terrifying!"

Even the Chinese warriors were worried, and the power of the Holy Son burst out made them tremble.

The sudden drop in temperature made people feel cold. This is not something that ordinary people can do.

"It's so scary. I feel so cold. My body is going to be frozen!"

"Is this the strength of the European youth? He is the real god, he can actually control the temperature."

"Now, that handsome guy in black robe can't beat it, what a pity!"

On Xiaokai's side, a group of little girls also called out, some of whom felt sorry for Ye Huan, some of whom worshiped the Holy Son, and they all spoke.

The Holy Son was too strong, and they felt that the young man in black robe could not beat him.

"No, he is the strongest." At this time, Xiao Kai spoke softly.

"Ah? Xiao Kai, who are you talking about? Ye Killing God or the Holy Son of Europe?" The short-haired girl was stunned.

"leaf!"

"Hmph, you can't beat it. That saint son is powerful. You haven't seen these masters discussing, saying that the saint sons in Europe are too powerful, which makes them all scared!" Lie Zhugan mocked disdainfully.

"He is invincible." Xiao Kai shook his head slightly, his eyes bright.

"What do you know? Can you still know it? There are no invincible people in this world!" Li Zhugan mocked again.

"He is invincible!"

This sentence was not what Xiao Kai said, but a woman walked out slowly, surrounded by several people, with a stunning appearance and a peerless charm.

"Medical King Sect, Meng Wenxue!"

"She actually came too!"

A warrior shouted.

What a beautiful woman.

A group of young people were shocked. This woman has a noble temperament and a stunning appearance. I am afraid that only Xiao Kai can compare with her.

"Who are you? We are the ones who are you going to interrupt when we speak?" Lie Zhugan shouted in discontently, his face looking ugly.

"Medical King Sect, Meng Wenxue." Meng Wenxue said lightly, smiling slightly.

"What medicine king's sect, I..."

"Bang!"

Before Li Zhugan could speak, Li Xingchen slapped him directly. In Li Zhugan's stunned eyes, Li Xingchen said viciously: "If you want to die, don't implicate us."

Big man!

Everyone felt a moment and immediately realized that this beautiful woman had a very simple identity.

"You will understand his strength later!" Meng Wenxue shook her head and took people away, "He will always be shocking."

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"Let me see how powerful you have!"

The Holy Son sneered and suddenly stretched out his hand. Suddenly, the Qiuyi Lake below began to rotate, forming a vortex, and then rose, as if a water dragon had formed, and suddenly pounced on Ye Huan.

"idiot!"

Ye Huan's figure suddenly moved, and it was light and faint, and it was not real.

The water dragon attacked, like a wild beast rushing, whistling in. Such a water dragon could hit a more crisp building and fly a truck, and the power could be imagined.

However.

Ye Huan did not dodge at all and directly collided with the water dragon, like a sharp blade, cutting through the abdomen of the water dragon and penetrated in an instant.

In an instant, he arrived in front of the Holy Son.

"Smack!!"

Ye Huan actually slapped the face several times and threw it on the handsome and handsome face of the Holy Son. His slap contained huge spiritual power, making the Holy Son dizzy.

"You don't want to know my strength, I'll let you feel it!"

Ye Huan made continuous moves, and the sound of "pa" was endless. The loud sound broke through the sky, making everyone hear it very clearly.

Everyone was stunned, shocked, and looked strange.

The Holy Son of the Holy See was slapped in the air?

Is this still the powerful sage just now? Everyone was stunned and felt that the worldview was about to collapse.

These two people... are acting!

The Holy Son was so angry that he vomited blood and wanted to resist, but Ye Huan's strength was too great, and every slap was like a mountain.

The Holy Son's mind was swollen and unable to move, and he felt a sense of depression.

"Haha, it's really Ye Killing God. It's so powerful that the Holy Son was slapped in public!"

"I was worried before. It seems that I was thinking too much. Ye Sha Shen is really powerful. The Holy Son of the Holy See was actually insulted so much!"

"It's so relieved!!"

Ye Huan slapped wildly, and the Holy Son's internal strength surged. Finally, he realized that he was about to stabilize his body. Ye Huan kicked the Holy Son away with a sudden kick.

"Now, have you had a personal experience of my strength?"

Ye Huan rang calmly.

Without a trace of ridicule, it was like a question of concern, like a greeting between friends.

The sage of the Holy Son's blood surged, and he actually vomited out a mouthful of blood, showing off invisible, the most deadly!
Chapter completed!