Font
Large
Medium
Small
Night
Prev Index    Favorite Next

Chapter 1977 World War One Cold

Xiao Ye stood alone, holding a spear, and huge fluctuations swept across the world. The cold light of the spear surging, and the aura of the holy was spreading, causing the starry sky to break open. The power is unparalleled throughout the world and runs through ancient and modern times.

"The saint gun of the Blood-killing Saint was indeed obtained by Xiao Ye!"

Along with a panic sound, the universe was silent.

Everyone's eyes were red and stared at the spear in Xiao Ye's hand, and his mind couldn't help but tremble. Especially the quasi-saint from the ancient Dayan clan, his hair was even more standing up.

Holy weapons are weapons used by saint-level powerful men. After a long time of fighting with saint-level powerful men, they have endless power and vast power, which is much more precious than the power of the saint-level.

After all, a powerful saint-level power can condense endless saint-level power, but there may be only one or two holy weapons, how can they be easily given to others?

This also caused extremely rare holy soldiers in the Three Thousand Realms, and every masterless holy soldier appeared, which would cause a bloody storm.

"I have built the foundation of the holy path and condensed the holy fruit, and I can already activate the holy weapons."

"Also, the mark on the saint's gun was erased and repaired by the senior of the Great Saint of Time, which could expose some power."

Xiao Ye held the saint's gun in his hand, and the complex patterns on it were reviving.

At the same time, the holy fruit in the Taichu Spirit Flower trembled slightly, with immortal symbols flashing, and it sensed with the saint gun in its hand, permeating a terrible and boundless wave, as if holding all the heavens and all realms in their hands.

Even the broken holy-level weapons are far from comparable to those of quasi-saints, and they are very different.

"Hmph, don't panic, the saint gun in his hand is missing, not a complete holy weapon!"

At this moment, a bald man among the nine quasi-saints shouted, the crescent moon between his eyebrows was blooming, and a bronze bell in his hand seemed to have cut through the long river of time, with imposing momentum.

"A broken holy weapon, and want to slaughter our top ten quasi-saints? It's so naive!"

"Everyone, don't give this child another chance!"

...

The other quasi-saints also calmed down one after another, shouting loudly to urge their quasi-saint weapons.

The quasi-saint of Jiang Kong's stone sword pierced through the defense also flew back and took action together.

Ten quasi-sacred weapons tore everything apart. In an instant, the universe collapsed, and the terrible aura drowned out the sun, moon and stars, making the spectators exclaimed, feeling that something was wrong.

If the top ten quasi-saints join forces just now and still look down on Xiao Ye, then now they are taking full advantage.

The real battle has only begun now!

And this battle is probably only true saint-level powerful people can avoid it.

"drink!"

Xiao Ye also shouted loudly, and the power of the half-saint swept across the heavens and all worlds.

He did not use any spiritual methods, and used the holy fruit to communicate with the saint gun in his hand, and stabbed him out against the ten quasi-saints.

At this moment, a majestic figure appeared on Xiao Ye, shattering the sky, looking up at the creatures of all races, making all the ten quasi-saints feel pressure.

Hurry!

Such fierce attacks collided fiercely, causing the world to tremble and then shatter, as if the entire blood-killing world was trembling. The white divine light drowned out, and the terrifying storm shook all the spectators, making it difficult for even the semi-saint powerful men to gain a foothold.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the successive tremendous explosions, the ten quasi-saints who activated the quasi-holy weapons and killed Xiao Ye all trembled and couldn't help but retreat.

On the other hand, Xiao Ye also held a saint gun in his hand and retreated in the universe. Blood escaped from the corner of his mouth. Every step he took could stomp a planet.

Although he is strong and in charge of holy soldiers, it is still too difficult to compete with the top ten quasi-saints at the same time.

"It's so scary!"

But everyone was shocked by this scene.

Xiao Ye actually forced all the top ten quasi-saints to retreat? Such power is simply sensational!

"The holy weapon is well-known. If you fight alone, you might really fall into the hands of this kid."

“It’s a pity that he has

No chance."

The eyes of the top ten quasi-saints became hot, and the greed expression was revealed on their faces.

Swish!

Without any hesitation, the ten quasi-saints once again sacrificed their quasi-saint artifacts and rushed towards Xiao Ye.

This time, Xiao Ye did not face the battle head-on, but instead opened up the classical character "Chen" and hid in the thrilling situation.

"Don't try to escape!"

The top ten quasi-saints came again.

"I have no intention of escaping." Xiao Ye smiled coldly, holding a gun in his right hand, and a map of the Great Realm Universe appeared in his left hand.

The attack just now allowed him to estimate the current power of the Saint Gun.

Rumble!

In an instant, the sky and the earth suddenly trembled, and a terrifying aura spread in the universe. Eight huge figures stomped in the sky, like eight ancient sacred mountains, appearing beside him.

"This...is this the Great World Universe Map?"

This scene made the top ten quasi-saints stunned, and suddenly a feeling of something bad appeared in their hearts.

"You ten quasi-saints join forces. Even if I have a saint gun, I can't do anything, but what if I defeat them all?"

Xiao Ye had a sneer on his face, and then he communicated with the eight quasi-saint strange beasts.

Next moment—

"roar!"

Blood light appeared in the eyes of these eight quasi-saint beasts, and the next moment, they locked in one of their opponents and rushed forward.

The quasi-saint who came out of the ancient Dayan clan is naturally extraordinary, but these eight strange beasts are not simple either. Even if they cannot defeat the other party, they can still be intercepted for a period of time.

The eight quasi-saints roared repeatedly and could only be forced to fight.

"not good!"

Among the ten quasi-saints, there were only two half-saints left, and they were not attacked by strange beasts, but there was no joy in their hearts, but instead a chill rushed into their minds.

At this moment, a terrifying aura had already shrouded in it, locking them firmly, and Xiao Ye stabbed directly in with a saint gun in his hand.

clang!

The world seemed to be pierced through, and it hit their quasi-holy weapons, as if there was a powerful saint-level man taking action.

Puff!

Without any suspense, the two quasi-holy weapons were wailing and shaking, and they flew out of their hands, and their bodies were blown away like grass clippings.

clang!

The saint's gun stabbed again like a cone of bones, which made the two quasi-saints scream miserably, and soon their bodies burst and turned into two blood mists and drifted in the universe.

Two quasi-saints have fallen!

All the warriors who saw this scene were trembling and their bodies were trembling.

That is a quasi-saint. Looking at the entire Three Thousand Realms, there are not many people who can find them, let alone come out of the strongest forces in the human race.

Could it be that Xiao Ye really wants to Tu Guang, the top ten quasi-saints, today?

Under the holy rank, who else can suppress Xiao Ye?

"Next!"

Xiao Ye's eyes were cold, and he was heading towards the quasi-saint who was fighting a strange beast that was turning upside down.
Chapter completed!
Prev Index    Favorite Next