Ice-cold murderous intent came out of his body, and Ye Qinghuan's eyes were extremely cold, directed towards the Holy Son.
Looking into Ye Qinghuan's eyes, the Holy Son's eyes revealed a trace of surprise and coldness.
"You are very strong, even more powerful than I thought. I am more interested in you." The Holy Son smiled slightly, everything was calm.
The cold gazes of the two people intertwined in the air, as if a burst of sparks had burst out.
A man with a flying red robe looks elegant and noble, like the purest European aristocrat.
A man in black robe hunts, with a cold and indifferent expression, like a peerless villain born of bloodthirsty.
"This is a peak showdown!"
Everyone suddenly thought that whether they were Chinese warriors or foreign warriors, the expressions on their faces became solemn.
Both sides can see that these two people are not simple, they can be said to be extremely powerful.
Enter the dragon and the tiger, the showdown between kings!
"Just a Hall is nothing, but your ability to destroy the Holy Grail is indeed beyond my imagination." The Holy Son smiled softly, "I'm really curious, what secrets are hidden in you?"
"Don't worry, I will untie you slowly!"
The Holy Son smiled lightly, and his red robe danced. At this moment, he raised his finger slightly. In an instant, the temperature between heaven and earth suddenly dropped, and everything within a radius of ten miles seemed to become a little cold.
It's really terrifying to control the temperature between heaven and earth with one person's power, making the surroundings freezing cold.
"Is this the strength of the Holy Son of the Holy See? How terrifying!"
"Now, let's see what the Chinese Killing God will do. When he is stepped on by the Holy Son, China's face will be completely lost."
"At that time, look how arrogant he was!"
The foreign warriors sneered. Hall's death had shocked them and even made them a little scared.
Now that the Holy Son's strength has emerged, everyone feels fear. What a murderous god is not worth mentioning in front of the Holy Son!
"Ye Shashen, you must hold on, you can't embarrass us China!"
"I'm afraid it will be difficult this time. The strength of this European Holy Son is terrifying!"
Even the Chinese warriors were worried, and the Holy Son's explosive strength made them tremble.
The sudden drop in temperature makes people feel chilly. This is something ordinary people can't do.
"It's so scary. I feel so cold. My body is freezing!"
"Is this the strength of that European young man? He is the real god, he can actually control the temperature."
"I'm afraid I can't beat the handsome guy in black robe now. What a pity!"
On Xiaoxiao's side, a group of little girls also called out one after another. Some expressed regret for Ye Qinghuan, while others expressed admiration for the Holy Son.
The Holy Son was too powerful, and they felt that the young man in black robe could not defeat him.
"No, he is the strongest." At this time, Xiaoxiao said softly.
"Ah? Xiaoxiao, who are you talking about? That Ye Shashen, or the Holy Son of Europe?" The short-haired girl was stunned.
"leaf!"
"Hmph, it's obvious that he can't beat him. That Holy Son is very powerful. Didn't you see that these experts are talking about how the European Holy Son is too powerful and makes them all afraid!" Shou Zhugan mocked disdainfully.
"He is invincible." Xiaoxiao shook his head slightly, his eyes bright.
"What do you know? Do you still know me? There is no invincible person in this world!" Shou Zhugan mocked again.
"He is invincible!"
This sentence was not spoken by Xiaoxiao, but by a woman who walked out slowly, surrounded by several people, with stunning appearance and unparalleled elegance.
"Yaowangmen, Meng Wenxue!"
"She's here too!"
A warrior shouted.
What a beautiful woman.
A group of young people were shocked. This woman has a noble temperament and a stunning appearance. I am afraid that only Xiaoxiao can compare with her.
"Who are you? Is it your turn to interrupt when we are talking?" Shou Zhugan shouted unconvinced, with an ugly look on his face.
"Yaowangmen, Meng Wenxue." Meng Wenxue said calmly and smiled slightly.
"What's the King of Medicine, I..."
"Snapped!"
Before Shou Zhugan could say anything, Li Xingchen slapped him directly. Seeing Shou Zhugan's stunned eyes, Li Xingchen said viciously: "If you want to die, don't hurt us."
Big shot!
Everyone's hearts trembled, and they immediately understood that the identity of this beautiful woman was not simple.
"You will understand later how powerful he is!" Meng Wenxue shook her head and left with the others, "He always shocks people."
"Let me see how much strength you have!"
The Holy Son sneered and suddenly raised his hand. Suddenly, the Qiuyi Lake below began to rotate, forming a whirlpool, and then rose up, like forming a water dragon, and suddenly rushed towards Ye Qinghuan.
"idiot!"
Ye Qinghuan's figure suddenly moved, flickering in and out, making it hard to see clearly.
The water dragon came, like a wild beast galloping and roaring. Such a water dragon could hit a sturdier building and lift a truck, so one can imagine its power.
However.
Ye Qinghuan did not dodge and collided directly with the water dragon. Like a sharp blade, it cut directly through the water dragon's abdomen and penetrated instantly.
In an instant, he was in front of the Holy Son.
"Bah bang bang!"
Ye Qinghuan actually slapped the Holy Son's handsome face several times. His slaps contained huge spiritual power and made the Holy Son dizzy.
"You don't want to know my strength, I just want you to feel it!"
Ye Qinghuan struck continuously, and the sound of "pop" could not be heard. The loud sound broke through the sky, allowing everyone to hear it clearly.
Everyone was stunned, shocked, and looked weird.
The holy son of the Holy See was slapped continuously in the air?
Is this still the powerful Holy Son just now? Everyone was stunned, feeling that their world view was about to collapse.
These two people...are acting!
The Holy Son was so angry that he vomited blood and wanted to resist, but Ye Qinghuan's strength was too great. Every slap was like a mountain.
The Holy Son's brain was swollen, he could not move, and he felt aggrieved in his heart.
"Haha, it is indeed Ye Shashen. He is so powerful that the Holy Son was slapped in public!"
"I was still worried before, but it seems that I have overthought it. Ye Shashen is really powerful. The Holy Son of the Holy See has been so insulted!"
"Relieve your anger, it's so refreshing!"
Ye Qinghuan slapped his palm wildly, and the Holy Son's internal energy surged. He finally reacted, and just as he was trying to stabilize his body, Ye Qinghuan suddenly kicked the Holy Son away.
"Now, do you have a personal experience of my strength?"
Ye Qinghuan sounded calmly.
There was no trace of ridicule, it was like a concerned inquiry, like a greeting between friends.
The Holy Son's energy and blood surged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. This invisible pretense was the most deadly!