A burst of powerful momentum suddenly erupted from Ye Qinghuan's body, and his body seemed to have broken through and turned into a real black iron.
"Thank you so much for making my body rise to a higher level again and become stronger!" Ye Qinghuan said lightly.
"you wanna die!"
The old man withered wood became angry, and his strength suddenly increased, as if he had shattered the void. His strength was beyond the limitless and terrifying.
war!
Ye Qinghuan's fighting spirit rose and he was not afraid at all. His strength suddenly increased, and every punch was like the pressure of Mount Tai.
Mountains and rivers are shattered!
"Amazing!"
Su Jingyi looked at the man in the sky and couldn't believe that he was so terrifying.
The speed of the two fighting figures was almost too fast for her to see clearly. The dull sound of collision caused Su Jingyi to feel how much power exploded.
"Thousand Shadows Strike!"
Suddenly, Old Man Kumu gave a loud shout, and his figure suddenly flashed, as if he was split into two parts, unable to see clearly.
In another moment, the division continued, and after ten breaths of time, the figures of the dead wood old men were all over the air, and hundreds of dead wood old men directly surrounded Ye Qinghuan.
"What, there is such a move, how can we fight like this?" Su Jingyi stood on the edge of the cliff and exclaimed, a little unbelievable.
"This is Old Man Kumu's trick. Now, Ye Shashen is in trouble." Duolun said in a deep voice.
Now, they are grasshoppers on the same rope as Ye Qinghuan.
"Haha, Old Man Kumu has actually used a special move, let's see how he can resist it!" the long-haired Holy Son said coldly.
He was frightened by Ye Qinghuan and ran away. He was very resentful and hoped that Ye Qinghuan would die quickly.
"Haha, Old Man Kumu's trick is definitely something he can't resist." The blonde female saint also laughed.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
A hundred afterimages attacked Ye Qinghuan at the same time, and a cane as heavy as a stone struck at Ye Qinghuan. If he didn't resist, he would probably be beaten to the point where he would vomit blood.
Even the bones are broken!
"idiot!"
Ye Qinghuan cursed lightly and punched out. Suddenly, a body flew backwards, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out in the air.
Other afterimages dissipated in an instant.
"How is it possible for you? How did you find me?" Old Man Kumu was shocked. His tricks have dominated the land of Europe. Even the Grand Elder of the Holy See and the Pope have a hard time cracking them.
This guy here actually broke it when he wanted to.
"You don't need to know too much about people who are going to die!"
Ye Qinghuan shook his head.
After saying that, he took action directly and charged towards Old Man Kumu. His iron fist was like the wind, bringing up turbulent waves, and his cold murderous intention bloomed in a shocking way.
"Do you think I'm really afraid of you?"
Then, Old Man Deadwood also exploded. He stood up straight, swept his crutch across his body, doubled his strength, and drew a long line, as if cutting through the void.
"Go to hell!"
When Old Man Kumu saw that Ye Qinghuan did not dodge or give in, and kept moving forward with his iron fist, he immediately shouted coldly.
His crutch is made of divine iron. It is a rare treasure. Even alloy steel cannot withstand it.
What's more, this man's fists are nothing.
"Kacha!"
The moment the fist and crutch collided, a shocking sound was made.
The crutch broke, and Ye Qinghuan's fist hit the old man Kumu's chest. Immediately, he flew backwards and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.
"puff"
Old Man Kumu's hand was so heavy that he spurted blood in the air, as if his heart had been broken.
"What?"
The long-haired Holy Son and the female Holy Son were shocked, and the other elders of the dark forces were also stunned as if they were struck by lightning.
Old Man Kumu was not only defeated, but his crutch was also broken.
This is a treasure made of divine iron!
At this moment, Ye Qinghuan's left arm shone with a cold light. His tempered left arm had surpassed these low-grade ores.
"Boom!"
At this time, like a bolt from the blue, the thick fog above the black castle actually moved.
It turned into a palm, stretched out directly, and held the old man with his hand.
"Holy Lord, it's the Holy Lord who has come out!"
Before he saw anyone, the long-haired saint shouted excitedly.
"I didn't expect that I actually forced the Holy Lord to take action himself. This Chinese God of Killing is proud of himself." The female saint also said lightly.
"It's over!"
The faces of Duolun and others changed wildly. This was the Holy Lord, the top figure of the dark forces. They naturally knew and knew how terrifying this person was.
"Hey, Chinese God of Killing, why are you so violent?"
A figure walked out slowly.
This is a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes. He looks very handsome and cheerful, like a little plum from Titanic, very charming.
"Holy Lord?" Ye Qinghuan raised his brows and said directly: "You have good strength and can help me. Let's do this. I will give you another chance to make the people of the dark forces kneel down and surrender. I will save your lives.
"
"..."
The Holy Lord smiled softly and said helplessly: "This is what I want to say."
"Submit and serve our dark forces for fifty years, and I will let you return!" The Holy Lord smiled again.
"Hey, as expected, you must seek death." Ye Qinghuan shook his head. This dark force seems to be much stupider than the Holy See.
"You are so impudent that you are talking to the Holy Lord like this. You can't even imagine what kind of existence you are facing?" the long-haired Holy Son scolded.
"You can't imagine the power of the Holy Lord."
"It's unimaginable." Ye Qinghuan raised his eyebrows, "What realm, entering the holy realm? The realm of transcending tribulation? The realm of yin and yang? The realm of life and death? The realm of broken nirvana?"
Ye Qinghuan spoke out several great realms in one breath, causing the Holy Lord to be slightly stunned and frowning: "I don't know what you are talking about, but I have already given you a chance. If you are questioning and seeking death, then you can't blame me.
Someone else."
"As your Holy Son said." Ye Qinghuan sneered, the Xuan Yan Sword surged, and the flames rose, "You don't understand at all, what kind of existence are you facing?"
"Haha, so arrogant!"
The Holy Lord became angry, and when he raised his hand, the wind and clouds turned into clouds, and clouds of gray mist gathered in his hand, like endless corrosive potions, terrifying and terrifying.
The clouds in the sky and the earth have dispersed, and tornadoes have formed around the Holy Lord.
These are composed of Gangfeng, which is so powerful that it can cut gold and break stone.
However, Ye Qinghuan knew that it was not the strong wind that was scary, but the accompanying mist. Once it got a trace of it, it would penetrate your skin at a very fast speed and go straight to your heart.
Even internal force is difficult to block.
"go!"
The Holy Master moved his hands and legs, and suddenly tornadoes flew towards Ye Qinghuan, killing Leng Lie, and wrapped Ye Qinghuan from five directions, giving him no chance to escape.
Ye Qinghuan! Su Jingyi's pretty face suddenly showed a hint of worry.