A huge wave came and directly lifted the prince into the air. The huge force left him unable to resist.
The faces of the people in the inner circle changed wildly. A group of innate experts quickly took action together to block the aftermath of the explosion, otherwise the ordinary warriors behind would suffer!
The aftermath alone is so terrifying. One can imagine the power of the center of the explosion.
The Holy Son, who has been seriously injured, will undoubtedly die!
"Kill, Ye Shashen, or kill the Holy Son!"
"Hey, he is in danger now. Once the power of the Holy See is deployed, the martial arts of the whole world will tremble. No matter how powerful Ye Shashen is, he is still alone, so there is no way to fight against him!"
"Ye Shashen is Ye Shashen. Sure enough, he is still so violent and has no taboos. He just relieves his anger, but he just puts himself in crisis!"
Everyone's eyes flashed with light, and they felt happy in their hearts as they watched the Holy Son die tragically.
The saint son who wantonly insulted China was killed, which naturally relieved his anger, but Ye Qinghuan was in danger.
Although many people originally hated Ye Qinghuan, now that Ye Qinghuan has brought glory to the country, many warriors have even begun to like this cold-blooded murderer.
"Ye Qinghuan, you are seeking your own death. If you kill the Holy Son, not only you, but also our Chinese martial arts will be in trouble!" The prince flew over again.
He was blown away by the air wave and was slightly injured, and he was complaining in his heart!
"Ye Qinghuan has brought glory to the country and vented his anger on behalf of China. If the Holy See dares to mobilize in full force, our country will not sit idly by and ignore it!" At this time, a person came out, it was Meng Wenxue from the Yaowang Sect.
"Yes, Ye Qinghuan is a hero of China. How are you so afraid of the Holy See and the traitors of the protracted war?" Jingyue Mountain where Lin Shiyu was also stood up.
"We are willing to support Ye Qinghuan!"
"So are we!"
Many Jiangdong sects also stood up. They had received favors from Ye Qinghuan, who had given them many pills.
This move infected many people, and they all came forward to support Ye Qinghuan.
They had no interaction with Ye Qinghuan, they had only heard of his monster and cruelty, but at this moment, Ye Qinghuan was the hero of China.
The prince looked extremely embarrassed. He didn't expect to be opposed by so many people.
"Okay, okay, just wait and bear the consequences!" The prince sneered again and again, resentment rising in his heart.
Hundreds of foreign warriors looked at it and sneered, and couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Look, this is China. They like internal strife the most, which is why China's martial arts has not ended up like this."
"Hey, the Chinese people are so evil!"
The two foreign warriors seized the opportunity and sneered.
"Whoa! Whoa!"
Two rays of sword light shot out, it was Ye Qinghuan's Xuan Yan Sword, and it instantly cut the two people's throats.
"I told you, all warriors outside China should shut up!"
Ye Qinghuan's face was cold.
The foreign warrior's face was pale and his body couldn't help but tremble, he looked like the overbearing Chinese god of death.
Suddenly they fell silent, not daring to say another word.
For the first time, they were so afraid of Chinese warriors.
Even before, when Chinese martial arts were prosperous, they were not so afraid.
The strong men of China are said to have chivalrous spirit and are very friendly. They don't need to be afraid or intimidated.
Only when facing this Ye Killing God, they were so frightened and frightened that they couldn't help but tremble.
"Fuck, it's so damn good to relieve my anger. I have to firmly support Ye Shashen. Even if I die, it's worth it!"
"It's the first time to see foreign warriors like this. It's really exciting. Even if the Holy See is dispatched, so what! I, a Chinese warrior, have no fear of a battle!"
"Chinese warriors, why fear a battle!"
Everyone was shouting and excited. They felt their blood boiling and they wanted to follow Ye Qinghuan to fight!
A burst of blood!
"I kill people only for myself!" Ye Qinghuan said coldly, "If you offend me, you will be killed!"
Everyone's mouth twitched slightly.
This Ye Qinghuan is really cold...
"Click!" "Click!" "Click!"
At this time, a crisp sound was made, very weak, but it was still felt by everyone.
"Do you think this is over?"
A cold voice, as if coming from the Nine Nether Hell, sounded in everyone's ears.
On the lake, the body covered with scars slowly stood up.
His red robe had long been torn and tattered, and the exposed skin was even more tattered, turning into pieces of rotten flesh that could be as simple as white bones.
shocking!
His complexion was filthy, and his original handsome face could no longer be seen, but his complexion was extremely cold.
In the eyes, murderous intent emerges!
The Son! Still alive!
"He's not dead yet!"
"Oh my God, is this Holy Son still a human? He can actually block Ye Shashen's killing move!"
Everyone was shocked and shocked. The vitality of this Holy Son was beyond everyone's belief. Real uneasiness suddenly arose in their hearts.
At this moment, the Holy Son appears even more powerful and terrifying!
"Damn it, damn it, you forced me to this point. You are the one who forced me to do this!" The Holy Son murmured to himself, showing his white teeth.
"I hope the secrets in you can make up for my loss!"
His right hand slowly stretched out, revealing a golden light, which was so dazzling that the vitality between heaven and earth was slightly suffocated.
"The right hand of God!"
"It is the Holy See's most important treasure, the Right Hand of God. Its power is far greater than that of the Holy Grail. I never expected that the Holy Son would possess the Holy See's Right Hand of God!"
"The right hand of God has the power of a god. It's so terrifying!"
Everyone exclaimed, dumbfounded, and the uneasiness in their hearts became more and more intense. The Holy Son who had sacrificed a heavy treasure was too terrifying.
"Haha, Ye Qinghuan, let me show you what is the most important treasure of our Holy See!"
The Holy Son smiled, completely ignoring his injuries.
"The storm is rising!"
He shouted loudly and raised his hand as if to lift up the sky. In the sky, the wind and clouds stirred, the whole world changed color, and the earth trembled.
The storm is rising!
The Holy Son stood on a piece of ice, and all the energy from heaven and earth rushed towards him. His spiritual energy was in chaos. He was like a god who controlled the wind and clouds and could not be blasphemed.
"God, this Holy Son, is the real god!"
"It's terrible that there is such a strong person in the world!"
A group of young people had already been frightened and said in fear and surprise.
"Ye Qinghuan!"
Xiaoxiao tightened her red lips, her eyes trembled, and she was worried. The Holy Son was too powerful, which made her feel unconfident.
"Ye Qinghuan, let me show you what the power of the gods is!"
The Holy Son shouted violently, held up the sky with one hand, and controlled the world, and a powerful murderous intention emerged.
Like a god!
"Fuck you gods!"
Ye Qinghuan suddenly moved, and almost instantly, he was in front of the Holy Son and kicked him away.
"Bang!" With a sound, the Holy Son directly came into close contact with the earth in the posture of a dog eating shit.
The corners of their mouths twitched, as if they were struck by lightning!