Saint Sol holds the great sword of the God of Light.
The power of the Holy Light overflows and flows.
He is continuing to communicate with the Holy Rhythm and gain complete control over it.
On the other hand, he had a casual attitude and smiled at Zhou Huayang.
"Oh, congratulations then."
Zhou Huayang shrugged.
I don't care about any perfect secret method.
Instead, what he paid attention to was whether Saint Sol had discovered anything fishy about Sheng Yun.
From the current point of view, Saint Sol has not found any flaws in it, the essence seed of Shenyuan Vine.
"Next, what are your plans for the Holy See?"
"ha?"
Saint Sol was very surprised and showed ridicule, thinking that Zhou Huayang was testing their next action against China, "What do you think I will tell you?"
"Then Yun Huaying... no, how is Saint Freya doing?"
"Of course it's great. She has truly entered the ranks of S-class, which is equivalent to your China's lesser heaven. Of course, in terms of actual combat power, even your older Chinese's lesser heaven may not be her opponent."
Zhou Huayang was thoughtful.
At this time, Saint Sol has completely controlled Saint Yun.
The shimmer is restrained, and the Great Sword of the God of Light is simple and unmodified, with a strange pattern of dense wing patterns on the sword.
Making it even more mysterious.
"I want to know how you revived the Tears of Mary?"
Saint Sol asked seriously.
“Tears of Mary?
You are talking about the Luna Flower."
Zhou Huayang smiled and narrowed his eyes.
I had long expected that the Holy Light Holy See would definitely pay attention to my affairs, especially the fact that the Moon Goddess Flower was widely circulated on domestic and foreign websites.
How could the Holy Light Holy See not notice this medicinal material that was very important to them?
Using the Golden Immortal Lord as a vessel and brewing a large amount of Mary's tears, the Tears of Light wine has a powerful effect.
Not only the two Sally sisters, but also Zhou Huayang's family members all had their bodies transformed due to taking large amounts of this kind of spiritual wine, and they all had mid-to-high-level Holy Light talents.
"China has a long history and has some secret techniques for reviving plants. It is not difficult to revive Tears of Light."
"Indeed, when all the seeds and plants of Tears of Light were contaminated, we tried countless methods but could not revive them, not even the Holy Spring could do it.
"I thought at that time, if there is really a way to revive the Tears of Light seeds in the world, it must be related to China."
Saint Sol was not surprised at all, but instead smiled.
Zhou Huayang did not disappoint him.
"So, when you asked for the seeds of Mary's Tears, I expected you to have a way to revive them. Sure enough... you are really a hero of my Holy Light Holy See!"
Saint-Saul laughed boldly.
Zhou Huayang's smile disappeared, and he felt the movement coming from the formation in the direction of the west mountain.
"You say all this just to delay me so that someone can sneak in and steal the Tears of Mary?"
"steal?
No, no, no, I will give you a light stone as a thank you gift!"
Saint Sol's smile became even brighter.
It's as if the thing is already in hand.
"Heh, I hope the people you send are strong enough."
Zhou Huayang casually pinched his fingerprints, divine energy circulated, and the special marks triggered the formation.
In the night sky, the Western Mountain blooms with a beautiful halo, more brilliant than fireworks, as if stars of four colors are flowing.
When many villagers heard the noise, they walked out of their houses and looked towards the west mountain.
"Is it Huayang setting off fireworks?"
"It's obviously not fireworks, it may be some kind of high-tech light source. It's really beautiful."
"Hurry up and take a photo. It's like the special effects in a movie. It's so gorgeous."
"..."
Many people quickly took out their mobile phones to take pictures.
Saint Sol stared in the direction of the Western Mountain, thoughtfully, "I knew you would arrange a backup plan.
"But I didn't expect you to notice someone infiltrating so quickly. The Chinese formations are really amazing... No, it's you. Before you, I have never seen any Chinese with such superb formation attainments!"
Saint Sol's voice was light.
The next moment, the handsome and stunning face was distorted and full of murderous intent, "I can't keep you anymore!"
Having already mastered the Holy Rhyme, he can activate it in an instant.
The light of the great sword of the God of Light in Saint Sol's hand skyrocketed, and the sword extended again. The sword was three meters long and one meter wide. It was shaped like a white door panel, with sharp edges, exuding sword energy.
This strange and most powerful sacred rhyme of the Holy See is beginning to show some recorded power.
In an instant, he held the sword in both hands and raised it towards Zhou Huayang.
The giant sword, which was as heavy as a thousand swords, carried the sword energy like a giant wave in the ocean and drowned towards Zhou Huayang.
Zhou Huayang had been prepared for a long time, and immediately, a light long sword appeared out of thin air in his hand. The long sword was like snow and light as feathers.
With its strange sharpness, the moment it appeared, it tore a huge hole under Saint Sol's violent attack.
The divine energy expanded, and with the dance of the sword, it turned into fine snow all over the sky.
Every snowflake is extremely cold and freezing, and has a terrifying sharp edge.
In the blink of an eye, all of Saint Sol's sword energy had been completely eliminated.
The long sword and the giant sword met each other in short combat.
Phew~
There was a crisp sound.
Saint Sol's expression suddenly changed. The holy light manifested and acted as part of Sheng Yun's sword body. It was easily cut open and the long sword touched Sheng Yun's body.
In an instant, a gap was created in the Holy Rhyme.
He stepped back and appeared ten meters away, looking sadly at the restored Sheng Yun in his hands.
"Boy, you..." Seeing that the giant sword was missing a thumb-sized horn, Saint Sol was extremely angry.
I just got Shengyun, but it’s missing a corner before I even warm it up?
Just this corner, if Zhou Huayang doesn't help, it will be very difficult to repair it relying on Saint Sol and the Holy See!
"Hey, look at you, don't think I've tampered with you.
"You are too anxious. The Holy Rhythm has just formed and is too weak, almost like an infant in swaddling clothes. You actually want to use it to fight the enemy?
How stupid..."
Zhou Huayang held the sword behind his back and stood proudly, looking at Saint Sol with a scornful smile.
"..." Saint Sol was surprised and uncertain.
is that so?
He took a quick look at Zhou Huayang's Mo Xue Sword and suddenly realized, "Your sword is even more powerful!"
It's not that the giant sword is too weak, it's that the opponent's sword is too weird!
Not far away, Saros had activated the Holy Rhythm and manifested it into a half-hand sword "King Arthur's Glory" in his hand, but he did not interfere in the battle for the time being.
Zhou Huayang smiled, stepped out, and with ghostly movements, shot towards Saint Sol in the air.
Now that you've already started, there's no need to waste any more words.
If he could kill Saint Sol, he would not let him go.
For the same reason, Saint Sol had the same idea and did not delay the temptation.
At this time, when he arrived in front of Saint Sol, Zhou Huayang's figure was already covered by the powerful sword light.
Kunwu’s fourth sword, Xueluo Tianhe!
The sword light grew from weak to strong, turning into an endless Milky Way. The white snow sword energy bloomed like thousands of flowers, and the ocean of petals surged.
The ocean of white snow sword energy freezes everything.
Saint Sol bore the brunt and was drowned by the blizzard-like sword light.
Seeing this, Saros held half a sword in his hand. After forging it for a while, he swung out the Holy Moon Sword Qi further, trying to resist the fierce power of Xueluo Tianhe.
The crescent-shaped sword energy was deflected.
But in less than half a second, Saros spurted blood all over his body, and was knocked back along with King Arthur's glory, flying backwards for more than twenty meters.