A strange color flashed in the fish-man king's huge fish eyes. He suddenly twisted his body in the air, and his seemingly clumsy body let go of the golden light with great flexibility.
He was fast enough, and a tear was cut in the gorgeous robe on his body, and the colorful gems decorated on the robe flew through the air and fell into the black smelly mud.
He gasped and fell to the ground. Wuya's body was covered in mud, but the big knife on his back was already tightly held in his hands. The cloth strips on the knife, which were always as white as snow, had already been dyed black, but the blade was
It is a giant blade that is not stained by dust and is as tall as half a man. The layer of red-gold light on it is so bright that it is dazzling.
Golden fighting spirit is the strength that only the ninth level strong men have.
"Hmph!" The fish-man king glanced at his torn robe and snorted coldly. He grabbed his empty right hand, and a huge golden trident appeared between his claws that was a few points taller than him.
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In front of the fish-man king who was a bit taller than the normal fish-men, Wuya looked like a child standing in front of an adult. However, his aura was not suppressed by this. Taking a gentle breath, he held hands with both hands.
Tighten the handle of the knife and slowly lift it.
At that moment, it was as if the surrounding air was twisted around his knife.
The fish-man king's eyes moved slightly, "I didn't expect that you are close to the holy level, but unfortunately, you are not yet at the holy level!"
As it spoke, it raised the trident in its hand and pointed it lightly in the air.
Just a little bit, the boundless twisted space just now was like a balloon that was easily punctured by him, and everything seemed to return to its previous appearance.
Shock flashed in Wuya's eyes, and then his eyes turned into fearless stubbornness. He didn't see any movement on his body, and his people suddenly moved.
Like lightning, and like a shooting star.
His person had disappeared into the air, leaving only a golden light and shadow, as if his whole body had turned into a sword, piercing straight towards the chest of the Fish-Man King.
Different from Wuya Kuai, the fish-man king just slowly stretched out his trident, and the purple brilliance immediately overflowed and enveloped the golden trident.
For a moment, golden light and purple light finally met at one place.
There was a buzzing sound that made people's teeth hurt. Wuya's sword turned into countless fragments and flew into the sky. His body flew up again. In the air, a mouthful of blood spurted out, reflected by the rising sun.
Blood rainbow.
He paused in space for a moment, and then he fell lightly, like a leaf falling from a tree in autumn.
However, there was no pain on Wu Ya's face as pale as paper at this moment. Instead, there was a smile on his lips, "Is this the power of the Holy Order? It turns out... so..."
The Wuya people were still in the air, and the fish-man king had already glanced at all his clansmen around him. Looking at the fallen clansmen, a look of resentment flashed in his eyes, and he raised his right hand holding the trident high, and the fish-man king
The King of Humans let out a light whistle and took a sudden step forward.
As if shrinking to an inch, he actually took one step to Yue's side. With a slight pull of the trident in his hand, Yue flew away, followed by Baili Qing, Tian Yuanchuan... in front of this saint-level powerhouse.
, these outstanding human beings are like dolls that are vulnerable to a blow.
This is the power of the Holy Order!
Before the Holy level, a third-level warrior can challenge a fifth-level mystic master, and there is still a possibility of victory. A seventh-level mystic master will not necessarily lose when facing an eighth-level warrior.
However, although there is only one step between the ninth level and the holy level, this step is a huge ravine like an abyss. If you cross it, you will reach the vast sea and sky.