The Holy Son stood in the distance, shouting three good words in succession, and his blood surged.
"You really angered me, I want you to die!"
The word "death" was shouted out, and the Qiuyi Lake below was like a bomb exploding, suddenly setting off huge waves more than ten meters high, and the surrounding areas exploded.
However, the water droplets did not fall. Instead, they stayed in the air, forming a series of sharp blades. Right in front of the Holy Son, there were thousands of sharp blades formed by the lake water.
"die!"
The Holy Son shouted sternly, and the water droplets flew out instantly, piercing the void, and like a thousand machine guns, they attacked Ye Qinghuan overwhelmingly.
These water droplets are more terrifying than bullets, faster and more powerful. One drop can shoot out an armored vehicle.
What's more, just tens of thousands of water droplets, densely packed, are enough to make a building full of holes.
very scary!
Everyone was shocked. The Holy Son had been too careless just now, but the strength that really exploded was beyond imagination.
Xuan Yan Sword!
Ye Qinghuan's eyes turned cold, he held the Xuan Yan Sword and slashed out with a huge sword light.
The blazing flames burned, and the sword was like a peerless sword. The sword's glow was red, and it was constantly expanding, but the blade was extremely sharp.
The water droplet of the Holy Son was actually cut in half by Ye Qinghuan's sword light, and the entire space seemed to be split in half.
Ye Qinghuan stood proudly on the spot, not moving at all, but not a single sharp blade could touch him.
No leaves will touch you!
The huge sword light passed through thousands of water blades, turned into a sharp light, and struck towards the Holy Son.
Terrifying power.
"Ye Qinghuan, do you think I only have this little strength?" Shengzi said coldly, his eyes were cold, and he burst out with huge internal power, surging.
A chill shot up into the sky, and the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, making it freezing cold.
"Condensation!"
The warriors around felt a bone-chilling chill. The Qiuyi Lake below actually made a "ka-ka" sound, and the clear and transparent lake gradually condensed into pure white ice.
Condensation into ice!
The strength of the Holy Son is so terrifying!
Everyone's hearts were shaking wildly, and even the sword light that Ye Qinghuan slashed was slightly shaken at this time, and the speed actually slowed down.
Snowflakes fell in the sky, and white ice flowers fell slowly, making people feel chilly.
"Ice, rise!"
The Holy Son shouted violently and saw a huge icicle slowly flying out from the center of the lake on the lake, forming a cone shape and pointing directly at Ye Qinghuan.
"Kill me!"
The Holy Son's murderous intention is boiling. Now he just wants to kill Ye Qinghuan. As for the secrets about him, the Holy Son believes that he can slowly reveal it.
An ice cone with a diameter of more than ten meters struck Ye Qinghuan, suffocating the entire space, as if it had pierced the sky. The cold chill made people's movements slow down.
The speed of the huge ice cone was like lightning, and the white ice shone with coldness.
This blow is enough to destroy a building.
Devastating and irresistible!
"This time, let's see how you can resist!" the Holy Son shouted coldly, his heart filled with murderous intent.
"Broken Sound Slash!"
Ye Qinghuan's face was calm, he squeezed the spell, and used his spiritual consciousness crazily. The Xuan Yan Sword suddenly disappeared and turned into extremely fast.
"boom!"
The huge ice cone suddenly exploded, sending ice flying everywhere, causing the surrounding strong men to quickly use their internal strength to resist.
Ye Qinghuan stood on the same spot, in the void, his robes were fluttering, and his black hair was dancing crazily, but he himself did not move at all.
One sword, cutting through all means!
Is this person really a monster?
The foreign warriors felt bitter in their hearts and their throats were crawling. They simply couldn't believe that there was such a genius in the world.
At the age of more than 20 years old, he can actually fight with the Holy Son. This is the Holy Son of the Holy See. He is unmatched!
"No wonder the Chinese warriors are full of expectations for him. He is so powerful that it makes people despair!"
"It's so powerful. China is really a mysterious country, and it can actually give birth to such a monster!"
Everyone was shocked and began to be in awe of China.
The Chinese warriors felt a sense of relief in their hearts.
"I knew you were the best!"
Xiaoxiao's heart was shocked.
Ye Qinghuan held the sword, which was cold and fierce. On top of the Xuanyan sword, there was a raging fire, as if it was burning up the sky. He walked forward proudly, like a peerless martial emperor.
"Hahaha, Ye Qinghuan, do you really think that I have failed? I stayed on this Qiuyi Lake for half a month. Do you really think that I was wasting my time?"
The Holy Son suddenly laughed, and then his face turned cold, and a real chill shone in his eyes.
"Qian Si Rao, get up!"
Suddenly, on the Qiuyi Lake, the ice three feet behind suddenly made a "squeak" sound, and a thin crack opened. Then, the "squeak" sound was heard endlessly, and dense cracks appeared on the Qiuyi Lake.
Very tiny.
Like a thousand filaments, rising from the bottom of the lake, pure white, shining with golden light under the sun.
Although they looked very small, a cold murderous intention suddenly emerged. These filaments were ten times more terrifying than the huge ice pick just now.
"Ye Qinghuan, I didn't plan to use this move originally, but I didn't expect you to push me to this point!" the Holy Son shouted.
Fortunately, he left the means early, otherwise it would be really troublesome.
"Qian Si Rao, kill!"
These filaments formed a spherical cage with a diameter of more than ten meters, locking Ye Qinghuan in the middle. They suddenly gathered together. Each filament was extremely terrifying and could penetrate the body and freeze the heart of the warrior.
There are thousands of them here, and if a thin thread enters the body, it is enough to destroy an innate warrior.
"The Holy Son actually has such a method!"
"This is not fair. The Holy Son spent half a month preparing to challenge Ye Qinghuan. This is such a disadvantage for Ye Shashen!"
"The Holy Son has been prepared for a long time. He chose Qiuyi Lake just for this move. It is so insidious!"
The Chinese warrior was angry and shouted angrily.
"Hmph, you have become warriors on your first day. You will be the king and lose the bandits. There is no fairness in fighting!"
"Haha, Chinese warriors are so naive!"
Warriors from all over the world mocked and sneered again and again.
"Oh no, this move seems very scary, I feel the killing intent!"
"Listening to the comments of other warriors, it seems that Ye Shashen can't resist it!"
Several girls shouted, Xiaoxiao's eyes immediately trembled, with deep worry in her eyes, her little fists were clenched, and she bit her lips tightly.
"Listen to the Rain Sword Domain!"
Ye Qinghuan looked calm, danced the Xuan Yan Sword, pinched the sword technique, and used his killing move.
Endless sword energy slashed out, blazing flames burned, one sword energy, two... ten... fifteen, twenty!
Twenty-one sword energy!
The sword energy exploded, forming the Cold Rain Listening Sword Domain, and murderous intent emerged!