At this moment, an incredible scene occurred. When they fought earlier, the dust that was blown away returned to its original place.
The blood scattered everywhere in the air quickly flowed backwards and returned to An Ruochen's body.
Immediately afterwards, An Ruochen's head returned to his neck, and the wound healed instantly where it was struck by the whip.
In an instant, An Ruochen regained his previous grace, his aura was powerful, and his eyes were like two magic lamps, captivating people.
"What method is this?"
Ye Qiu only felt creepy.
"Fuck!"
In the distance, Master Changmei was shocked when he saw this scene.
Fairy Baihua said in surprise: "It's so scary, he seems to be able to control time."
Yun Xi's eyes were solemn and she said in a deep voice: "An Ruochen used the Heaven-Mending Technique!"
"The Butian Technique is the magical power of the Butian Sect to suppress the religion. It can reverse time and is mysterious and unpredictable."
"As far as I know, only the Son of God has the opportunity to practice this technique. I didn't expect that An Ruochen would also practice it. It seems that the Butian Sect is training him as the Son of God."
Master Changmei asked: "How many times can he use this method?"
Yun Xi said: "It can be used unlimited times."
"What?" Master Changmei's expression changed: "Doesn't it mean that that kid is already in an invincible position?"
Yun Xi nodded, his eyes solemn.
"Is there any way to break his Heaven-Mending Technique?" Master Changmei asked.
Yun Xi said: "Unless your cultivation level is higher than his."
Hearing this, Master Changmei's heart sank. He glanced at Ye Qiu and said, "You little bastard is in a bad situation!"
Luluo looked anxious and said, "What should we do?"
"Don't be anxious." Fairy Baihua was relatively calm and said, "Ye Qiu has the magic whip in his hand. Even if he can't break the Heaven-Mending Technique, it won't be so easy for An Ruochen to kill him."
"If it really doesn't work, I'll have to fight with him at worst." As Master Changmei spoke, he held the mysterious brick.
In the void.
Ye Qiu's face was equally solemn.
He couldn't understand how a dying person could return to the top in a very short period of time.
"Ye Changsheng, I told you, you can't kill me." When An Ruochen spoke, he had already walked towards Ye Qiu.
Boom!
An Ruochen's fighting spirit surged into the sky. He took one step forward and the ground around him shook. He looked even more terrifying than before, like a god who came from ancient times.
"I didn't expect that you could actually master such a mysterious thaumaturgy, but it doesn't matter, I will kill you today."
Ye Qiu was not intimidated by An Ruochen's methods. Without saying a word, he rushed forward with the magic whip in hand.
Snapped!
When you pull it down, white light explodes.
An Ruochen resisted the blow of the divine whip, and his head and body exploded, leaving only one soul floating in the air.
Ye Qiu was about to crack his whip again when the dizzy feeling appeared again and the air suddenly became stagnant.
Then, time seemed to flow backwards.
In the blink of an eye, An Ruochen's broken body flew back piece by piece and reassembled. In just a few seconds, the head was put back together completely, and the momentum was restored to its previous state.
"I have the Heaven-Mending Technique. No matter how powerful the whip in your hand is, it can't kill me." An Ruochen smiled, showing strong confidence.
"I don't believe in evil."
Ye Qiu continued to crack his whip.
Finally, the magic whip fell like raindrops.
An Ruochen's body was broken again and again, and then restored again and again. There was no trauma at all, but Ye Qiu was panting from exhaustion.
"Ye Changsheng, you'd better save some energy!"
"Although your wooden whip can imprison me, it cannot kill me."
"When you run out of strength, it's time for me to fight back."
The smile on An Ruochen's face did not diminish. Although he was beaten up by Ye Qiu again and again, he was not afraid.
He had already planned to wait until Ye Qiu's strength was exhausted and he could no longer wield the magic whip before he took action.
At that time, it will be Ye Qiu’s death!
"kill!"
Ye Qiu didn't want to talk nonsense. It was time to kill the enemy. Otherwise, he would be in a desperate situation.
A few more whips were given.
Ye Qiu's heart sank to the bottom when he saw An Ruochen continuing to recover his physical body.
"I can't go on like this, I have to change my approach."
"The Heaven-Mending Technique is very strange. It can turn back time and help him recover his physical body. If this continues, as he said, I will be exhausted."
"I must kill him before my power runs out."
"But, how can we break the Tian Mending Technique and kill him completely?"
Ye Qiu thought quickly, and finally came up with a way.
"Snapped!"
Ye Qiu pulled out his whip and immobilized An Ruochen, then four Qiankun cauldrons fell from the sky and blasted towards An Ruochen.
"Without the Heirloom Saint Cloth, how can you withstand the power of the artifact?"
The next second, Ye Qiu's pupils shrank sharply.
Just when the Qiankun Cauldron was about to smash An Ruochen to death, time suddenly stopped.
Then, the four Qiankun Cauldrons actually followed the attack trajectory and returned to their original positions.
"What?"
Ye Qiu's expression changed completely. An Ruochen was simply a weakling who couldn't be beaten to death.
"Although the artifact is powerful, your cultivation is too weak to kill me."
An Ruochen laughed and said: "Ye Changsheng, I will give you another chance to surrender to this Holy Son. I will protect you from death, otherwise your body will be gone when you are exhausted."
"Go to paralysis!" Ye Qiu cursed and continued to swing the magic whip.
This time, he used the divine whip as a sword, then incorporated the grass-shaped sword formula into it and whipped it out.
"call out!"
When the whip was drawn out, a sharp sword whistle sounded.
Suddenly, An Ruochen's head flew high, blood splashed, and his body flew out.
In less than a second, Ye Qiu became dizzy and the picture became still.
Just at this moment.
Ye Qiu felt a strange movement coming from his left eye, and then, a sword move appeared in his mind.
"This is the first form of the Nine Swords of the Emperor of Heaven!"
Ye Qiu glanced at An Ruochen again. This guy was recovering his body, and the blood that had been splashed out was returning to An Ruochen's body drop by drop.
Suddenly, Ye Qiu thought of the Nine Swords of the Emperor of Heaven, and felt that his thoughts were clear, and all the previous confusions were instantly understood.
"Ye Changsheng, you should accept your fate, you will never be able to kill me, hahaha..."
After An Ruochen recovered, she burst into laughter.
"Do you really think that with the Heaven-Mending Technique, you will never die? You are too confident!"
Ye Qiu imprisoned An Ruochen with a whip, and then Xuanyuan Sword flew out from his eyes. He grabbed the hilt and slashed out quickly.
"The Nine Swords of the Emperor of Heaven, the first style——"
"Time passes!"
Buzz!
The golden sword light was like a rain of stars falling, covering An Ruochen.
In an instant, An Ruochen's hair was as white as snow, and his face was covered with wrinkles.
