Chen Xuan called Qin Feixue's name, but there was no expression on Qin Feixue's face, only the purest indifference, with circles of dark vortexes surging in his beautiful eyes, and murderous aura continued to overflow from it.
The next moment, Qin Feixue, or the Black Saint, took action! He waved the black giant sword with his right hand and rolled up a heavy black air and slashed at Chen Xuanheng! Chen Xuan naturally didn't want to fight Qin Feixue. He avoided the sword and shouted affectionately: "Feixue, can you hear me talking?"
He shouted like this because he wanted to use Qin Feixue to sow this deep love for him to awaken Qin Feixue's body and mind eroded by the power of darkness.
But Qin Feixue was still unmoved. Instead, every sword pointed directly at Chen Xuan's vital points, forcing Chen Xuan to keep moving and dodging.
Qin Feixue, who transformed into the black saint, has reached the level of a peerless strongman, and is even half stronger than the Demon Son who just woke up.
Chen Xuan was so dodged like this and was unwilling to hurt Qin Feixue's body. He was forced into danger in just a few seconds.
"Feixue, do you really don't recognize me?"
Chen Xuan avoided the whistling black giant sword and shouted again.
But the only thing that came back was Qin Feixue's more fierce and fierce attack.
At this moment, Qin Feixue was like a Valkyrie born from the darkness. She just held a giant sword in her hand, but she had the terrifying power of thunder and destruction.
Chen Xuan knew that as long as he was touched by a giant sword, he would be likely to be scratched.
So he could only give up the idea of using emotions to awaken Qin Feixue, take out the Qiling Sword, and block the black giant sword that Qin Feixue slashed over.
The two of them had their first confrontation. The Qiling Sword, wrapped in the supreme fairy aura, and the giant sword swept through the heavy black and white light burst out, and even the people on the other two battlefields were shocked.
Chen Xuan was surprised to find that the Qiling Sword could not withstand the giant sword condensed by the dark power in Qin Feixue's hand.
Obviously, this giant sword is not just condensed into darkness, but is likely to be a holy weapon containing the power of the Black Saint.
Qin Feixue slashed with no results and then launched a crazy attack. The dark force was fully opened, causing Chen Xuan to retreat continuously.
"Mr. Chen, make a decision quickly!"
The old pope shouted at Chen Xuan while fighting with the Demon Son.
Chen Xuan knew what the old pope meant, and he made up his mind to use the holy gun to kill the black saint.
But Chen Xuan still had a trace of luck in his heart, hoping that the dark power on Qin Feixue would be exhausted and he would have a chance to save his woman.
The Demon Son did not expect that Chen Xuan could withstand the perfectly resurrected Black Saint, and he was entangled by the old Pope and Yin Chonghua, and he could not escape from killing Chen Xuan.
"Divine Shock!"
The old pope suddenly held the fragment of the real cross tightly, and the fragment instantly burst out several times stronger than before, shooting towards the son of the demon.
Seeing that Chen Xuan had not made a decision yet, the old pope no longer retained his strength, but wanted to quickly kill the Demon Son and then go to help Chen Xuan.
Yin Chonghua, who was dealing with the devil's son with the old pope, was actually hiding his own private life. On the one hand, she didn't want to pay too much, and on the other hand, she was intuition that the old pope had no explanation.
But seeing that Chen Xuan was beaten by the black saint, Yin Chonghua couldn't help but snorted coldly: "The little brat can only be beaten, and he insisted on using the Xuanyin energy of the master. When this battle ends, the master will definitely find you to settle the score!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Chonghua's aura suddenly changed, becoming a ghostly aura, extremely cold and even the old pope who joined forces with her to fight the enemy felt a little uncomfortable.
As Yin Chonghua's target of attack, the Demon Son only felt like he was falling from the Ice Cave of Ten Thousand Years. This master ranked second in the dark list couldn't help but look shocked and angry! "Xuanyin Soul Refining Palm!"
Yin Chonghua slapped out with one palm, and the dark green yin energy that was as thick as the essence gushed out of his palm, leaping straight into the face of the Demon Son.
With the old pope's unique sacred magic, the Demon Son was suppressed by the two men's thunderous attacks. There was no way to avoid them, and he could only take it head-on! The Demon Son roared, raised his right hand, and a bottomless black vortex was generated in the palm of his palm, facing Yin Chonghua's Xuanyin energy.
Then he recalled the scarab, which was polluted by the power of darkness, and the scarab shot out black lights to block the impact of the old pope's holy light! Boom! The three peerless powerful men fought with their unique skills, and the black hall located inside the Holy Mountain Peninsula caused a faint vibration.
But this is not over yet. Yin Chonghua's moves are cruel and do not allow the Demon Son to have any chance to breathe. However, in a few breaths, the Demon Son's shoulders and chest have been hit several times. Each palm hits the Demon Son's soul to shake. The tingling feeling that goes straight into the depths of the soul and the tearing feeling make the Demon Son's face uncontrollably appear in surprise.
The Chinese female monk in front of him was actually as powerful as he imagined! The strength of the Demon Son was not above Yin Chonghua and the old Pope Saint Omo. Now that the two peerless powerful men have performed at their true level, how could he resist it?
So terrible! Just as Yin Chonghua's palm was blocked, the old pope's holy light shot over there. The holy light that the Demon Son was most reluctant to take on was finally hit on his shoulder, and the extremely burning pain immediately came from his shoulder.
"Miser, give me the holy gun!"
Seeing that the Demon Son could no longer pay back his hand, the old pope was about to use his holy gun to give the Demon Son a fatal blow.
But the Demon Son, who was forced into the state of death, suddenly had an extremely strange and evil smile on the corner of his mouth.
The old pope's eyes tightened, and he immediately realized something! But when he realized it was too late! With a puff, a spear emitting a blazing golden light penetrated through the old pope's abdomen from behind! The old pope turned his head in disbelief and saw Mise, the disciple who had the strongest holy power and his most trusted trust, sneered at him.
Seeing Mise's sneak attack succeed, the Demon Son used Dark Eclipse to block Yin Chonghua's palm, then flew out a few meters behind, and laughed: "Pope Ou Mo, I didn't expect that my dark fire is not only planted into the body of a pure virgin!"
Just now, the Demon Son actually deliberately showed his defeat. While the old pope thought he was sure to win, he ordered Mise, who was controlled by the Dark Fire, to launch an attack.
Mithur pulled out the Longinus gun and jumped to the Demon Son, looking respectful.
"Great Healing Technique!"
The old pope shouted softly and slapped his abdomen with one hand. The wound pierced by the holy gun immediately stopped bleeding, but his face turned extremely pale, and his whole body seemed to have become dozens of years old in an instant.
Obviously, this move greatly consumed his holy power.
"Son of the Demon, when did you plant the dark fire on Mithur?"
"You should ask your most trusted disciple for this question yourself, haha!"
The Demon Son said, a cold light flashed in his eyes and rushed towards Yin Chonghua.
The old pope was seriously injured and was not worth worrying, so he directly handed over to the most powerful bishop Mithus to deal with it.
The Demon Son's plan was to solve this very difficult Chinese female monk first, and then go to the other side to join forces with the Black Saint to kill Chen Xuan.