Even the Holy Body cannot withstand the double loss of body and mana.
The gradual depletion of mana and the increasingly serious injuries made Ye Fan's heart sink. It was already difficult for him to trigger the divine ban.
That kind of state can only be entered if all the energy and energy are at its peak, but his physical condition no longer allows it.
Being slapped away again by a palm, Ye Fan looked gloomy. He knew that it would be difficult for him to make a comeback today with his own strength alone.
A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Ye Fan quietly made a decision in his heart.
Feng Jinghong's fighting spirit was soaring into the sky, his eyes were extremely bright. After fighting to this point, his self-confidence was unprecedentedly high. Even Ye Hei was defeated. Who else in the world could stop him from attaining enlightenment?
Phew! Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly felt fatal heart palpitations.
Without thinking, he quickly backed away and saw a black arrow piercing the position where he was just now, leaving a dark space crack.
Once he missed the target, the arrow turned around and continued shooting towards him, as if it would never stop until it hit the target.
At the same time, he saw another black arrow appear in Ye Fan's hand. Using himself as a bow, he locked onto Feng Jinghong and projected it out.
The two arrows were like two black dragons strangling Feng Jinghong, destroying everything and being unstoppable.
Feng Jinghong turned into a stream of light and moved around, and the two arrows could not catch up with him, but he knew that this was not a long-term solution.
The power of the two black arrows did not weaken at all with time, but instead became faster and faster.
This is the holy relic left behind by Dayi when he shot the sun. It will never stop until it achieves its goal!
After searching through the things he brought with him, Feng Jinghong discovered with heartache that he only had two incomplete holy weapons left. With these two things, it was difficult to block Dayi's holy arrows...
Seeing Feng Jinghong dodging two holy arrows, Ye Fan himself was a little surprised. He couldn't believe it. Could it be that the Emperor of Heaven no longer had a holy weapon in his hand?
Impossible, this guy is a famous big player in Beidou...
In fact, Feng Jinghong was also scolding her in her heart, wondering how the prince was doing this day, and how poor he was.
I remember that I gave away the holy artifacts as cabbage, but when I got to you, there was only one complete inventory left. There must be a limit to spending money...
Complaints are complaints, the problem still needs to be solved.
He waved his hand and hit a bloody bead with cracks, temporarily immobilizing the two arrows. He raised the Feng Jinghong Heavenly Sword and rushed towards Ye Fan.
As long as the shooter is killed, the holy arrow will automatically stop!
Seeing Feng Jinghong's choice, Ye Fan's questions in his heart were answered. The Emperor really had no sacred weapon anymore!
After thinking about this, he felt a little more regretful. If he had known this, he would have used the holy weapon earlier...
Putting away the bottle containing the divine spring water, he felt that his mana had recovered a bit, and Ye Fan felt confident again. The outcome may have been decided, but life or death was still uncertain!
Huang Jin's blood boiled, Ye Fan raised his fist and fought with Feng Jinghong.
Phew! Feng Jinghong slashed Ye Fan's chest with a knife, causing golden holy blood to splash.
Ye Fan's expression remained unchanged, he also punched Feng Jinghong on the chest and brought up a handful of five-color divine blood.
Time was running out, so both of them resorted to desperate measures.
Feng Jinghong was worried that Xue Zhu wouldn't be able to hold on, while Ye Fan was worried that other members of the ancient clan would take action.
Based on the current situation, the other party doesn't have to end the battle themselves, it just needs to support a holy weapon.
Obviously, everyone watching the battle also saw this clearly, but unfortunately, neither the Eight Divine Generals nor the semi-saints from other tribes had sacred weapons on their bodies.
After some discussion, an eight-part god general came to Huo Qizi and the three of them and saluted:
"I have met with several His Highnesses and asked some of them to lend them sacred weapons to help the Son of God overcome difficulties."
Huang Xudao remained silent.
Huo Lin'er shook his head and said: "Sacred weapons are precious, and we don't even carry them with us."
Huo Qizi on the side opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing and looked away.
The commander did not expect such a result, so he could only retreat in silence.
Not far away, several semi-saints stared at this side with complicated expressions, seemingly seeing something, and finally sighed helplessly.
The battle between Feng Jinghong and Ye Fan has reached a fever pitch. The two are fighting bloody battles, fighting with all their might!
Ye Fan triggered the divine ban again and roared with both fists.
This time Feng Jinghong didn't dodge anymore and directly swung his sword to fight hard. Everyone was forbidden by God, no one was afraid of whom!
Fist palms intertwined and bone knives collided. The two retreated at the same time and quickly fought together.
Both of them possess extreme speed, and thousands of collisions can be completed in just an instant.
The eyes of those watching the battle could no longer keep up with their speed. They could only see two groups of lights, one color and one gold, colliding with each other, hitting from the sky to the ground, the wind and clouds receding, and the ground cracking and rocking!
With a click, there were more and more cracks in the blood-colored beads. After all, they failed to withstand the black arrow and were broken into pieces.
Two black arrows passed through and shot toward Feng Jinghong with the divine power that destroyed the heaven and earth.
Feng Jinghong spread out his wings and tried to dodge. Ye Fan's eyes flashed with a fierce look, but Feng Jinghong cut his shoulder with a knife and stepped forward to catch him.
Feng Jinghong tried her best but couldn't get away, so she stopped hiding. She held the knife in both hands and slashed hard. The sky knife cut directly from Ye Fan's right shoulder to his left abdomen, almost splitting his entire body.
The holy blood surged from Ye Fan's body and mouth, but there was a fierce smile on his face:
"Let's die together!"
Boom! As soon as the black arrow passed through, the two of them turned into blood mist.
"No!" The Eight Divine Generals screamed in disbelief.
"How could this happen...The Son of God is obviously going to win..."
"It's all our fault. If the Son of God had a holy weapon, it would never be like this. We are sinners..."
Hundreds of troops mourned and repented, and their cries shook the sky.
However, Huangxudao and the other three secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It would be best if they died. The combat power displayed by these two people was too terrifying. They would definitely be their formidable enemies on the road to becoming a witness...
Just when everyone thought the battle was settled, a divine light suddenly shone brightly in the center of the battlefield, and a strong aura of life surged.
A ball of five-color divine flames burned brightly, the phoenix roared in the sky, and the figure of Feng Jinghong came out bathed in the divine fire, with brilliant eyes and a compelling momentum.
A crystal jade pendant between his eyebrows turned into fly ash and dissipated in the wind.
On the other side, Ye Fan's figure was also bathed in golden light. Between his eyebrows was a walnut-sized talisman. It was already full of cracks, but it looked like it could be used again.
"Chaos Ancient Emperor Talisman!"
Feng Jinghong stared at the magic talisman with an extremely gloomy expression. With this thing, Ye Fan would have one more life than himself!
"Come again!"
Contrary to Feng Jinghong's helplessness, Ye Fan's momentum was high. After seeing Feng Jinghong's amulet destroyed, he regained his confidence again.
He shot out a black arrow again and let it pursue Feng Jinghong on its own. Ye Fan held the broken Chengxian Cauldron in his left hand and another black arrow in his right hand, charging towards Feng Jinghong with a sinister smile.
Feng Jinghong looked at the equipment in Ye Fan's hand and said in her heart: MMP, how can you play with this?