This person's strength is definitely above that of the great elders of the Holy See.
Ye Qinghuan's eyes moved slightly. The dark forces indeed had experts. No wonder they could preserve such a powerful force under the pressure of the Holy See.
The gray mist formed a tornado one after another, heading towards Ye Qinghuan, like lightning, at an extremely fast speed, leaving no grass growing wherever it passed.
The surrounding trees and boulders were all destroyed. Even boulders the size of trucks were crushed into powder by the tornado of gray weapons in an instant.
"cut!"
The Xuan Yan Sword flashed with cold light, bursting out with a shocking momentum, and rising into the sky with extreme killing intent. Ye Qinghuan immediately slashed out huge sword lights that spanned more than ten meters.
However, these sword lights hit the tornado and were swallowed up instantly without causing any waves.
"Haha, just with this little strength, do you want to defeat my tricks? It's too simple to think." The Holy Lord sneered, very disdainful, "If you only have this little strength, then it's too simple.
Disappoint me!"
"Ah"
Ye Qinghuan sneered, suddenly flying into the air, and the murderous intent soaring into the sky rolled towards him. The sword energy, sword intention, and sword power bloomed in an instant. Ye Qinghuan once held the red blood sword and killed more than a million strong men.
His understanding of the sword has reached its peak, and his cold killing intent is suddenly as if it were frozen thousands of miles away.
The sword in Ye Qinghuan's hand was burning with flames, like flowing magma, with cold killing intent and biting ice.
"Such a powerful sword intent. How far has his sword technique reached?" The Holy Master was horrified and couldn't believe it.
"cut!"
Ye Qinghuan's momentum blossomed, and the Xuan Yan Sword surged several times, and the shocking sword light slashed down again. The red sword energy was thirty meters long, crossing the void, like a long black void.
"boom!"
The sword light and the tornado collided, erupting with a horrifying loud noise, which was deafening and shocked the people on both sides. These two people were extremely powerful!
"The strength of this Chinese killing god is probably still higher than that of our great elder!" An elder from the Holy See said bitterly.
"I'm afraid that the great elder really died in the hands of Ye Shashen. Unfortunately, we still can't believe it. We insist that the great elder died in his army book. It turns out that everything is just self-deception!"
The corner of Duolun's mouth was bitter, and his heart shook violently: "Hey, the Chinese God of Killing, China has actually produced such a peerless genius!"
war!
The two of them stopped talking. A shocking battle broke out directly. The internal energy was majestic. The two of them fought in the center, and the spiritual energy around them surged, rolling like a stormy sea.
"Stab"
Ye Qinghuan's sword light spread across the sky, and Ye Qinghuan slashed out more than a dozen swords in succession, killing the Holy Lord, almost sealing off the entire space, making it impossible for him to escape.
"snort!"
The Holy Lord snorted coldly. Behind him, from the dark castle, a large gray mist surged towards him, like an endless wave.
Thick gray barriers were blocked by gray mist. However, Ye Qinghuan's sword light was extremely sharp, cutting through the gray mist barrier and continuing to move forward.
However.
The Holy Lord's mist was endless. The sword light broke through one barrier, three barriers, and ten barriers. The gray mist condensed into five, ten, and twenty barriers.
"You can't break my defense at all, how can you fight with me?" the Holy Lord sneered.
The gray mist surged like a wave of terror, moving towards Ye Qinghuan in a mighty manner. Within it was the energy of death, which was invisible and capable of swallowing up the whole person.
This was an endless crisis. The aura of death was too strong and there was great danger. Ye Qinghuan directly launched the Tingyu Sword Domain. Twenty-two sword energies filled the air with killing, and directly collided with the gray mist, causing a huge roar.
Everyone was shocked when they saw the two men's methods, especially Ye Qinghuan.
They couldn't believe that Ye Qinghuan could actually fight against the Holy Lord. This was the Holy Lord, the leader of the dark forces, who controlled the huge dark forces.
All of northern and eastern Europe is under the control of dark forces.
This man was so powerful. Ye Qinghuan could actually fight the Holy Lord for so long?
"Since you are using a sword, let me show you the power of the sword."
The Holy Lord suddenly shouted coldly.
"Sword, Ning!"
Suddenly, endless gray mist flew out and condensed into a big sword. Although it looked simple and unpretentious, an aura of death suddenly rushed out.
Even Duolun and the Holy Son of the dark force who were watching the battle were all frightened and looked at the gray giant sword with some fear.
"Ten thousand swords unite! Kill!"
The sword moved!
The gray giant sword turned into a rainbow, leaving a long afterimage. The sword was filled with light, and cold murderous intent rose into the sky.
Once this sword is contaminated, it will be shrouded in the aura of death, which is almost impossible to expel, and will soon lose its combat effectiveness, or even lead to death.
The Holy Lord's methods are indeed extremely terrifying and frightening.
This sword pierced the void, like a thundering giant, invincible.
You can't use your body to catch it, you can only use the Xuan Yan Sword to block the gray giant sword.
"Can you block this sword?" the Holy Lord shouted violently.
"Ah"
Ye Qinghuan moved, his left fist moved slightly, and it turned into a peerless punch, which was directly blasted out. The whole space made a crackling sound, rolling in like thunder, hitting everyone's hearts.
"You're crazy. You're trying to catch my sword with your fist. You're seeking death!" The Holy Lord's eyes shrank. He didn't expect that Ye Qinghuan was so crazy that he dared to greet me with his fist.
This is simply courting death!
"Haha, this fool, he actually used his fist to receive Lord Holy Lord's Ten Thousand Swords Unity. He would instantly be wrapped in gray mist, and then be swallowed up, turning into a mummy!"
The long-haired saint sneered.
"What a pity, he is a great genius." The blond female saint licked her sexy red lips.
"Huh, he's just lucky. If he doesn't die, he will be able to surpass him one day." The long-haired saint shouted unconvinced.
As a holy son of the generation, he is so arrogant.
The female saint on the side smiled softly in her heart. He didn't say a word. She naturally understood in her heart how evil and terrifying the Chinese Ye Sha God was before her.
Even if he is not the opponent of the Holy Lord, he is far from the opponent of himself and others.
Ye Qinghuan!
Su Jingyi's heart skipped a beat. Even she felt the extremely terrifying aura of death. That gray giant sword was anything but simple. Ye Qinghuan actually wanted to resist with his body. He obviously has hatred against me, why should I worry about him?
Safety!
This thought flashed through Su Jingyi's mind, but for a moment, it was overshadowed by worry in her heart.