Just like a red lotus blooming, blood instantly swayed in the sword field. Thirty elders of the Holy See and powerful men from seven countries, these people were completely unable to resist Ye Qinghuan's sword field, and they shed blood one after another.
Corpses fell one by one from the gloomy sword field, covered with sword marks, and fell powerlessly without any resistance.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
The endless killing and endless sword energy were so terrifying. In the entire sword field, there were white sword lights, covering the sky and covering the ground, stretching for one kilometer.
Killing is rampant!
It was like a storm of swords sweeping across half of the sky. In the sword domain, screams continued, it was too bloody!
"Ye, Ye Shashen, it's really..."
"Oh my god, this is our Chinese God of Killing, an invincible existence, so what if it's the Holy See, haha!"
"Powerful, so powerful, invincible, and charming!"
Everyone screamed in surprise, their bodies trembling wildly, and their faces horrified. This scene was simply too shocking.
Above the sky, the gloomy sword domain covered most of the sky, endless strangulation, and many elders and strong men were bleeding.
Whether they are Chinese warriors or foreign warriors, they are all extremely excited. Such a monster has not appeared for a thousand years, how can they not be excited.
It's really too powerful.
Only the prince was pale, his limbs were broken and he could not move, his heart had sunk and he was cold.
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
No matter how powerful he is, the Holy Son and the others will definitely be able to kill him. The power of the Holy See cannot be shaken by Ye Qinghuan!
The prince desperately tried to protect himself in his heart, he could not accept this ending.
Of the thirty elders, only four or five were left, and all of them were seriously injured, almost unable to resist, and their faces were as pale as paper.
As for the powerful, Ye Qinghuan was the focus of his killings. He left only the more powerful ancient boxer Zuo Long.
He was covered with sword marks, and he managed to carry it down with his body like black iron, but it was also extremely miserable and uncomfortable.
"kill!"
Ye Qinghuan once again enveloped the sword domain, trapping everyone and killing a holy son.
This Holy Son holds a holy book in his hand. It is a thick book that emits divine light and protects this Holy Son.
However, in the Tingyu Sword Domain of the Twenty-Three Sword Qi, he was already shaky. With his strength, he was still unable to maximize the power of the Holy Scripture.
Barely able to hold on!
The saint's face was pale and his body was trembling slightly. Ye Qinghuan's Tingyu Sword Domain was so terrifying that he was unable to resist it!
"kill!"
Ye Qinghuan took action boldly, holding the Xuan Yan Sword and mercilessly killing the Holy Son.
The murderous intent was terrifying, the sword energy was overwhelming, this ruthless sword energy soared into the sky, the clouds rolled, and Ye Qinghuan's sword struck directly at the Holy Son.
The face of the Holy Son changed wildly. He had no more fighting power. He gritted his teeth, spit out a mouthful of blood, and frantically moved the Holy Scriptures and flipped the books.
The holy power explodes and forms a barrier, like a divine iron protection, indestructible!
He has no choice but to burn his vitality, just hoping to save his life.
"Ah"
Ye Qinghuan sneered, turned into an electric light, and penetrated directly, simply and domineeringly.
"Impossible, there is no way you can break through my barrier!"
The Holy Son shouted.
"Kacha!"
However.
The barrier of the Holy Son, in Ye Qinghuan's hands, was like glass being pierced by the Xuan Yan Sword.
The flame burns.
The flames reached the sky, the flames burned, and the firelight illuminated the horrified expression of the Holy Son. He frantically wanted to escape.
Ye Qinghuan cut off his left arm with a sword, causing blood to surge all over the sky.
Ye Qinghuan was still chasing madly, using all his strength to leave no chance for this holy son to survive.
"Let's attack together. No more people can be killed, otherwise, we will have no chance!" Arthur roared, his face changing wildly.
Take action!
Several people spurted out blood at the same time, burning their vitality, bursting into their strongest state, and used their killing moves again.
Under the protection of the holy weapon of the Holy See, the holy power bloomed crazily, as if it had rushed out of the sword field and killed Ye Qinghuan with all its strength.
"kill!"
Ye Qinghuan looked calm, holding a sword in one hand and a red left fist in the other. He could actually fight at the same time, fighting these five people in the sky.
"puff"
Ye Qinghuan's fist, like a missile, erupted with a huge shock wave, and hit another saint son, causing blood to surge wildly.
"Whoa!"
The Xuan Yan Sword swept across, leaving a bloodstain on Dongdu Shanye's body, which was so deep that it could be seen in the bones, making people's hearts tremble.
It's really too powerful!
That arrogant figure was fighting crazily among the crowd, constantly killing, like a peerless martial emperor, shattering the void with one punch.
Kill! Kill!
Ye Qinghuan's fighting spirit boiled in his heart, and he exerted all his strength to fight to his heart's content. His cultivation relied on a lot of spiritual stones and elixirs. Not long after he entered the second level of the transcendent realm, his foundation could be said to be still unstable.
During the battle with these five people, Ye Qinghuan's cultivation level could be said to be becoming more and more stable, and his combat effectiveness was still soaring.
If they knew that Ye Qinghuan was only born with the second level, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood.
Beyond-level challenges can exist. After all, there are geniuses and evildoers who have a chance in the world.
However, crossing so many levels is a bit too exaggerated!
Extremely horrified!
There were ripples in the sky, and Ye Qinghuan's fist, like a fairy stone and divine iron, was fighting against the Holy See's holy weapon, making a metallic knocking sound.
"Go to hell!"
The green-robed saint shouted violently, wearing a golden ring on his hand. He was overbearing and powerful. He seized an opportunity and rushed towards Ye Qinghuan.
Ye Qinghuan punched at the same time, his left arm shot out, and red light bloomed.
"boom!"
Like a thunderous explosion, the green-robed saint and the injured golden ring shattered directly. Under Ye Qinghuan's left fist, they turned into fragments and scattered.
Too appalling!
The holy relics of the Holy See were actually broken into pieces by this guy!
The real god of murder!
"How could it be possible for me, my ring, I want to kill you!" The green-robed saint shouted violently, his eyes red with hatred.
When the ring was broken, he committed a heinous crime and permanently lost the chance to compete for the Pope.
He was already going crazy, burning all his blood and essence, and wanted to fight Ye Qinghuan, with blood spilling all over the floor.
"Ah!"
Ye Qinghuan sneered and punched domineeringly. The green-robed saint who had lost his biological body was still Ye Qinghuan's opponent. Under Ye Qinghuan's iron fist, he was beaten until he vomited blood.
Ye Qinghuan controlled the Tingyu Sword Domain to intercept others, and added the Xuanyan Sword to prevent them from getting close. His left fist was like a violent storm, outputting crazy output.
"Boom!" "Boom!" It was like the beating of a heavy drum, the sound was dull, the blood of the green-robed saint was spilled, and the bones were broken inch by inch. It was extremely tragic!