The second generation of witches was so angry that they didn''t expect ye QingHan to be so cruel. What''s more, they didn''t expect ye QingHan to grab the sword with empty hands and be unharmed. It''s impossible!
"He knows I''m dealing with him? Otherwise I wouldn''t be so cruel! Which holy land is telling him?"
The second generation of witches stared at ye QingHan''s back, and his cold awn twinkled.
Ye QingHan''s face was dim, as if his divine power had been exhausted. He left the border tired. His right hand covered his left wrist as if he had been badly hurt. His pale face was by no means a fraud.
"When he was injured, I said who could grab the white blade of the son of God with empty hands without damage. It turned out that he hit all his divine power to protect his left hand. Now, although there is no skin injury, his left hand is almost useless and his divine power is empty. It''s not worth it for this point."
Many God sons seemed to see through everything and couldn''t help laughing and talking. They all felt that ye QingHan had no power to fight again. They wanted to meet him in the next game and suppress him strongly.
Ye QingHan sneers at the bottom of his heart and doesn''t pretend to be hurt. If the people below dare not fight, how can he hurt the son of God?
The second generation of witches brought Wu ZuLong back to the inn for cultivation, and then sent a message to ye QingHan. Coldly, he asked, "are you going to fight against the witch family?"
Ye QingHan shot out and said in a deep voice, "you should know better than me who is against whom first! If you want people to be unaware, don''t do it. Don''t you understand that paper can''t stop fire after you have lived so long?"
The second generation of witches shot a fine light coldly and scanned the four holy places to find out who was the one who sold himself. However, after scanning around, he didn''t seem to see that ye QingHan had any hidden partners.
Python Shenjiao looked at the two people tit for tat. It was estimated that they could not be good, so he could only shake his head and sigh.
Ye QingHan looks at the reaction of the second generation of witches and gods, and is more sure that the witch clan is dealing with the crazy clan and wants to expel the crazy clan! I can''t help being angry, and the killing is even worse.
However, it takes too much mental power to maintain the great wasteland monument''s magic clothes. Ye QingHan is really tired at the moment. He sits on the ground directly and cultivates his mental power.
The three events ended quickly, and it was ye QingHan''s turn to fight fengqingshen. He was the inheritor of Fengshen. He killed thousands of miles away. In the twinkling of an eye, he could escape thousands of miles. He was one of the strongest opponents.
Ye QingHan doesn''t care. No matter how fast he is, his defense is still weak.
The wild God''s clothes protect the throat, and even the head is protected by a faint energy. As long as you block the blow of Fengqing God, Fengqing God will be unlucky.
Ye QingHan pretends to be weak and steps towards the border.
Feng Qingshen''s temperament is really impressive. He has a tall and straight body and an invincible King''s breath. So far, he has never been defeated. The wind god blade in his hand is cold and threatening. He has stained a lot of the blood of the king''s God son, which is even more soul grabbing.
"My Fengshen blade only drinks the blood of the strong. So far, I have drunk the blood of 300 kings and elites and killed three gods and daughters. You will make it a myth and legend!" Fengqing said faintly.
"My fist has killed countless people, you are just an ordinary one!" ye QingHan fought back more violently.
"Don''t talk nonsense, your glory will end in my hands!"
Shua——————
The wind cleared his robe, and his figure dissipated. His shadow was everywhere in the whole enchantment. This speed was not only fast, but almost against the sky.
Ye QingHan lowers his head and closes his eyes to feel the position of Feng Qingshen, but his speed is too fast. Even if he can sense it at a moment, he can''t catch it. The natural enemy is not ye QingHan, but ye Huang. Her piano sound can completely control the trace of Feng Qingshen.
Feng Qingshen is also observing ye QingHan. He looks at his side face calm, holds heavy madness in his hand, and waits for an opportunity to explode a thunderbolt.
The violent wind rolled black hair, and ye QingHan still didn''t open his eyes. If the enemy doesn''t move, I won''t move. If the enemy attacks, I will attack first!
Whew, whew, whew————————
Feng Qingshen''s tentative wind blade awn passed behind ye QingHan, but ye QingHan didn''t take action. Finally, he lost his patience and personally killed ye QingHan with the blade.
WOW!
The Fengshen blade is extremely sharp. The space shackles are cut like tofu and directly applied to ye QingHan''s neck.
Shua!
Ye QingHan raised his knife and split it. The speed was as fast as lightning. The defense of his right waist was weak. Feng Qingshen seized the opportunity. He was as fast as he could and crossed over the top of the heavy madman.
Poop——————
Fengshen blade quickly broke through the outer golden armor holy clothes. Ye QingHan flew backwards with the help of his strength, spurting blood and hitting the ground, as if he had suffered heavy damage.
Shua Shua!
Feng Qingshen felt that he had touched ye QingHan''s skin. He thought ye QingHan must have been hurt. He immediately gained the power and hit ye QingHan madly.
Ye QingHan raised his knife to chop at random, hit his Fengshen blade, and took the opportunity to fly backwards again. He looked very embarrassed from the outside, but only he understood that everything developed according to his predicted trajectory.
Show the enemy weakness!
Feng Qingshen expects to kill ye QingHan and raise the power of Feng God.
Boom!
Feng Qing''s air and strength erupted, and the elements of the wind were violent, forming countless wind blades to kill ye QingHan in all directions, cooperating with his peak and.
Ye QingHan''s divine power poured out, forming a huge defense cover on the periphery, blocking countless wind blades, but the energy was getting weaker and weaker, and it was about to be broken. Some people couldn''t help laughing and knew that ye QingHan''s glory was over!
Feng Qingshen is more confident. Ye QingHan is just the end of a powerful crossbow. It is impossible to resist his strongest attack, so he strongly kills the energy shield. The defense energy is really weak. The wind god blade directly breaks into it and kills ye QingHan.
Boom!
Leaf light cold heavy roared on the wind god blade, and his strength became much weaker. He gradually retreated, his body was out of control, and he was about to lose.
Feng Qingshen was overjoyed, and his body flashed. Feng Shen''s blade cut away from the heavy crazy side, blasted at ye QingHan''s body and hit him directly in the throat.
Wow, wow!
The space collapses and explodes in front of Ye QingHan in the twinkling of an eye.
Ye QingHan raised the corner of his mouth, directly gave up his heavy madness, greeted him physically, used his body to keep the wind from God''s blade, and stretched out his hand to grasp the head of Xiang Fengqing God.
They were stunned and felt that ye QingHan was crazy.
Feng Qingshen was arrogant and confident that this knife could crush ye QingHan''s body and soul, so he never dodged.
Boom!
When it hit ye QingHan''s body, Feng Qingshen was surprised. Feng Shen''s blade could not penetrate ye QingHan''s defense, but he was gripped by Ye QingHan.
Boom!
Ye QingHan hugged Feng Qingshen''s head and pressed down. His knees hit him hard. His eyes were congested and dizzy. Before he had time to admit defeat, he saw ye QingHan''s fist hit him like rain.
Boom, boom!
Bang bang!
The savage and violent fist pierced the defense of Feng Qingshen. One leg kicked his leg bone and deformed it. One flew to the top of his knee and directly flew up.
Click——————
Ah————————
Feng Qingshen screamed and flew backwards, but he was caught up by Ye QingHan. He punched out the flame and hit his head. His head broke on the spot, and his soul and spirit suffered heavy damage.
"We admit defeat!"
The wind god passed on in one vein. The Lord immediately shouted and chose to admit defeat.
Ye QingHan shook his fist. After all, he didn''t choose to kill. His momentum dissipated. His body stumbled and almost fell. His vigorous face seemed to lose its blood color and would fall down at any time.