But Hua Sheng was in a bad mood because he was injured and his face was cut off by a dying man.
"Do you know what you are doing?" said the Flower Saint.
"You know, I'm stabbing you with my sword. Haha, I'm a medical saint. If people know that someone is standing here for me to cut, but I can't break their skin, I will be very embarrassed." Ye Haoxuan smiled,
He smiled weakly.
He is the kind of person who doesn't like to suffer losses. As long as he has a breath of life, he will never let the other party have an easy time. Even if he dies, he will peel off a layer of the other party's skin.
It's a pity that Ye Haoxuan didn't have the chance to peel off the opponent's skin, because the opponent was the Flower Saint, and he felt that it was an unexpected surprise that he had broken his face. He supported the ground with his sword, smiled slightly and said: "I recommend you to use
My Yuhong Shengji Powder, your face will recover soon. Haha, I heard that the sword master was a romantic figure when he was young. He relied on his face for a living, so it won’t be good if he gets scratched."
Ye Haoxuan's words made everyone present feel excited. They looked at Ye Haoxuan in surprise, and a thought came to their minds at the same time, fierce, this guy is too fierce, he dares to expose Hua Sheng's background?
The Flower Saint was an opera singer when he was young. Because the era when he was young was a turbulent era, the Flower Saint had to rely on his pretty good face to cling to some favored concubines, saying that he relied on his face to make a living.
In fact, it is not an exaggeration at all.
It wasn't until the Flower Saint met an expert and achieved success in his studies that he gradually got rid of the life of relying on his reputation, but this was a shame in his life.
Until he becomes famous, some people will still say disdainfully: "Humph, what kind of flower saint is he, just an actor who relies on his face to make a living?"
The most taboo thing about Flower Saint is this sentence. Someone once scolded him in front of him, and as a result, that guy's disciples were all picked by Flower Saint. From then on, no one dared to say Flower Saint.
He is a pretty boy, and no one today dares to say that he relies on his looks to make a living.
Ye Haoxuan...this is a trick to die.
However, Ye Haoxuan felt that it didn't matter, because this guy would kill him sooner or later, and there was no way he could take advantage by fighting with him, so it would be good to start a verbal war and take advantage of him.
The aura of the Flower Saint's body is getting stronger and stronger. This is murderous intent, an unprecedented killing intent. He feels that he has been insulted today. A man who is dying has cut his own face without saying anything, and he dares to do it in front of him.
He said in front of him that he was a softie and couldn't bear it. He was thinking about which angle to kill Ye Haoxuan to make him more painful and make his death more miserable.
The Flower Saint slowly raised his right hand, formed a sword finger, and then gently pointed at Ye Haoxuan.
With this finger, the situation suddenly changed...
Unprecedented killing intent burst out from Hua Sheng. He stared at Ye Haoxuan. A small vortex was constantly coiling at the fingertips of his right hand pointing forward. The ice and snow on the ground and the cold air from all directions
They kept gathering towards his fingertips.
After a while, a small ice flower will be formed. This flower is divided into seven pieces. The color is transparent. The crystal clear ice flower is as natural as a work of art carved by an artist, and the sharp edges and corners of the ice flower are exuded.
A murderous intention that makes people feel horrified.
The Flower Saint pointed forward slightly with his right hand, and saw the ice flower suddenly spread out. The petals of the ice flower slowly fluttered in the air, and then condensed into several ice flowers. These ice flowers whirled sharply in the air, and then made a hissing sound.
Flying towards Ye Haoxuan quickly.
Ye Haoxuan held a sword in one hand and stared straight ahead. There was no sadness or joy in his eyes, and the shadows of several ice flowers flashed in his pupils.
He knew how much murderous intent there was in these beautiful ice flowers. If he were in his prime, he might be able to fight with Haoran's true energy, but now he has no chance to fight, because the opponent is the Flower Saint and a member of the Chinese inner circle.
The top being in the world, his existence is not allowed to be questioned by others.
An instant is eternity. The speed of the ice flower is very fast, but in reality it looks very slow. It seems to be in an instant or it seems to have gone through centuries.
Puff puff... Two soft sounds were accompanied by the surge of two groups of blood flowers. Ye Haoxuan's expression of neither sadness nor joy finally did not change. There was an ice flower on each of his thighs and knees. The cold air of the ice flowers quickly integrated into his body.
His legs became extremely stiff, and he swayed and was about to kneel to the ground.
But he staggered back a few steps, holding on for dear life without kneeling down, because he was a medical saint, and even if he died, he would die with more dignity than others, otherwise those women would be sad to see him.
In their eyes, he has always been an upright person, and he cannot let them down.
He held the sword in one hand, and the coldness on his legs made him unable to feel the existence of his legs. His legs were covered with white frost, and his lower body was frozen.
Hua Sheng was very angry, and the consequences were very serious. He did not expect that Ye Haoxuan, who had lost half of his life, could still bring such harm to himself. More importantly, this guy's mouth was too poisonous, and he actually dared to reveal his old background.
, he dared to say that he relied on his face to make a living, he couldn't bear it, he absolutely couldn't bear it.
Originally, he wanted to give Ye Haoxuan a good time, but Ye Haoxuan's mouth was too poisonous, and the poisonous Flower Saint couldn't bear it, so he decided to show Ye Haoxuan some color and pay the due price for his vicious mouth.
"Very good, you are the first one who can hold on among my ice flowers without falling." The Flower Saint said coldly.
"I'm not the first, but I won't be the last either." Ye Haoxuan smiled, and his smile was a bit sinister, making the second-rate martial arts players at the scene take a step back involuntarily.
"You are old, and one day you will die. Your level will only stop here, so not only will you not be able to defeat others in the future, but you will also die in the hands of others." Ye Haoxuan said.
The Flower Saint flicked it lightly again, and with a soft hiss, an ice flower suddenly moved forward, and flew in front of Ye Haoxuan in an instant. With a soft pop, the small ice flower turned into an ice pick, and flew from Ye Haoxuan's left side.
Pierced through the chest.
Blood spattered everywhere, and Ye Haoxuan took a few steps back. His stiff legs made him fall to the ground with a thud, but he immediately supported the ground with his sword, moved his legs that were completely unconscious, and then climbed up from the ground.
A cold gray appeared on his chest, and a touch of freezing color spread along his left chest. The Flower Saint's Qi was extremely cold, and this Qi was enough to freeze anyone into a popsicle.
Ye Haoxuan glanced down at his chest. He felt a burst of cold breath that almost froze his blood on the spot. He raised his head and smiled: "Extremely cold Qi?"
"Not bad." Hua Sheng said coldly.
"The Flower Saint is the Flower Saint. Even the level of killing is so artistic. The extreme cold energy, haha." Ye Haoxuan smiled, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. This was a wound from his continuous hard battle. The Flower Saint's extreme cold
Zhen Qi can quickly freeze the blood of the human body, making it impossible to bleed.
Ye Haoxuan felt that his body was getting colder and colder. He pointed at his chest, sneered and stared at Hua Sheng and said: "Do it, why don't you do it? Aim at this place, give it to me, and then I will be free."
Now, you can go and make a business trip."
Poof...another ice flower flew towards Ye Haoxuan's left chest. Ye Haoxuan's figure was staggering, but this time he unexpectedly did not fall down.
He panted for a while, then slowly came back to his senses. He looked at Hua Sheng with a ferocious look and said coldly: "Come on, keep going, you are a good-for-nothing little pretty boy who relies on women to make ends meet."
Murderous intent suddenly appeared between Hua Sheng's eyebrows. He stared at Ye Haoxuan coldly and shouted: "Do you really want to die quickly?"
"Yes, I want to die quickly, but as long as I have breath, I, Ye Haoxuan, will fight you until death." Ye Haoxuan said with a sinister smile. The killing intent in his words made everyone present feel that there was something in their hearts.
A hint of chill.
"Okay, you want to die, I will make it happen for you now." The Flower Saint sneered, he stretched out his right hand, and an ice sword was formed in his hand. He jumped forward slightly, and the aura around him suddenly changed.
The next second, he appeared in front of Ye Haoxuan. He thrust his right hand forward and pressed the ice sword against Ye Haoxuan's throat. He picked up Ye Haoxuan's chin with the tip of the sword and said coldly: "Maybe you can give in to me.
, I can give you a pleasure."
"Haha, I have always been the only one who uses this sentence to force others, and no one else can use this sentence to force me." Ye Haoxuan sneered.
"Really?" Hua Sheng sneered. He swung his right hand and stabbed forward. With a pop, the ice sword in his hand pierced Ye Haoxuan's chest directly.
His sword almost cut through Ye Haoxuan's lungs. Ye Haoxuan groaned, and large mouthfuls of blood poured out of his mouth.
But he was still unyielding. He stared at the Flower Saint coldly. There was a trace of unyielding in his eyes. It was this unyielding that made the Sword Master feel frightened.
"Are you scared?" Ye Haoxuan suddenly laughed.
Hua Sheng did not speak, he just stared at Ye Haoxuan coldly. To be honest, he was touched by Ye Haoxuan's madness, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.
"Haha, it turns out that the Flower Saint is also afraid." Ye Haoxuan smiled, a little arrogantly, and suddenly shouted, "What are you afraid of? I'm just a dying person, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid?
Am I suddenly violent and killing you, or am I afraid that if I die, the Chinese people will drown you with their saliva?"
"I, the medical sage, am an upright and upright person. I disdain power and tactics. I use my medical skills to benefit the people. However, you guys, who claim to be the best in China, want to be other people's dogs.
If you kill me, are you afraid of your conscience, or are you afraid that you will be infamy for thousands of years?"
"Hahaha……"
"Are you really not afraid of death?" Hua Sheng said coldly.