Chapter 441: Is there nothing to fight?

Skyrim, Thunder has disappeared.
There was only a bottomless pit on the ground, covering thousands of miles, and it was pitch black, like an abyss beast with its hideous mouth open.
In the sky above the giant pit, two figures face each other far away, covered in blood.
The three bodies of the impeller have become one again, but its face is pale and bloodless, and there is a shocking sword mark on its chest.
On the opposite side, Ye Qingcheng was holding the bronze sword in his hand, and blood was constantly overflowing, dripping into the void along the sword.
puff!
Suddenly, a blood sword burst out from the body of the impeller, his body slid down the sword mark, split into two, and then fell towards the huge pit.
At the same time, Ye Qingcheng spit out a mouthful of blood, knelt on one knee in the void, his body faltering.
"Hiss~"
Seeing this scene, the crowd couldn't help taking a breath.
The result of the battle is self-evident, but no one is willing to accept this fact.
An indestructible saint ancestor who had just crossed the saint ancestor calamity, actually defeated the peerless saint ancestor.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never believe it.
"Boss, is the impeller dead?" God Killing Gulong swallowed his saliva, he did not expect Ye Qingcheng to be so perverted.
Even if it was him, he might not be able to do this step.
Xiao Fan shook his head: "He can't die."
As soon as the voice fell, the two bodies of the impeller that were about to be planted in the deep pit suddenly moved, and the two quickly merged.
However, his appearance has changed a lot, it is no longer the face of the unfeeling saint ancestor, but the appearance of the impeller.
Moreover, his aura is still very strong, not much weaker than before.
"how come?"
"I just said, how can an immortal saint ancestor kill the peerless saint ancestor, now, the unfeeling saint ancestor will be fine, that sword repair is dead.
"Not necessarily. Although Jian Xiu was injured, his aura does not seem to weaken at all, and he has grown stronger."
The crowd stared at the impellers, they wanted to know what happened during the thunderstorm.
"Ye Qingcheng, you are fine." Impeller stared at Ye Qingcheng with red eyes, and the void was instantly shrouded in frost. One can imagine his killing intent at this moment.
"I am naturally fine, but unfortunately, I failed to kill you this time." Ye Qingcheng said lightly.
In his current state, he is no longer at the peak, and has lost the assist of the Immortal Ancestor Jie, it is basically impossible to kill the impeller.
But, in the same way, Impeller wanted to kill him, and there was no hope.
"Huh, just rely on you?" With a cold snort, the Unfeeling Ancestor turned and flew back to the location of the Unfeeling Temple.
The crowd looked at the impeller with puzzled faces, they couldn't understand why the impeller didn't do anything to Ye Qingcheng.
Ye Qingcheng was seriously injured. This is the best chance to kill him. Why did he miss it like this?
"Boss, why didn't Impeller do it?" God Killing was already ready to rescue Ye Qingcheng at any time, but he didn't expect Impeller to leave like this.
Don't kill Ye Qingcheng?
But listen to his tone, it's not like that at all.
"Because he can't kill it." Xiao Fan said lightly, squinting at the impeller.
He didn't explain too much, but he knew exactly why the impeller did not continue to work.
Because of his future body, in the first battle, Ye Qingcheng might be beheaded by a sword.
Now, although the impeller still maintains the battle power of the peerless saint ancestor, his strength must be greatly reduced.
The body of the three generations had not been able to kill Ye Qingcheng with their teamwork before, and now he only has two bodies left, how could he kill Ye Qingcheng?
It's really hard to fight, there are still so many strong people here.
Even if he could kill Ye Qingcheng, it would be his death time.
Impeller is not a fool. Although he wanted to kill Ye Qingcheng in his dream, he didn't want to die in the hands of other people.
call!
Ye Qingcheng appeared next to Xiao Fan, completely ignoring the gazes of the surrounding cultivators, and stood a step behind Xiao Fan.
This detail is clear to many people.
In the next moment, many people's eyes fell on Xiao Fan instantly, their faces were full of astonishment.
A person whose combat power is comparable to that of a peerless saint ancestor, is actually respected by a high-grade Dharma-sage monk?
They obviously didn't know that Xiao Fan had already broken through the Heavenly Sovereign Realm just now.
But even if they knew, they would still be shocked.
Xiao Fan didn't experience any big winds and waves. He glanced at the audience indifferently, and suddenly smiled and said, "Master, do we have two more battles?"
Zi Ruxue was taken aback, obviously he was also shocked by Ye Qingcheng's strength.
The point is that Ye Qingcheng is still willing to surrender Xiao Fan willingly.
"Or, let's pick two more teams to fight and go back soon?" Xiao Fan added.
"Okay." It took Zi Ruxue a long time to recover from the shock, his eyes locked on the blood soul ancestor again: "Blood soul, should we gamble again?"
The corner of the blood soul saint ancestor's mouth twitched. He had lost terribly in the previous third game. Where could he dare to challenge the Purple Blood Temple?
"Humph." The Blood Soul Saint Ancestor snorted coldly, as if he hadn't heard the words of purple blood.
Zi Ruxue instantly felt like turning over to become the master, smiling at Hongjian Saint Ancestor: "Hongjian, should we have a game?"
Hongjian Shengzu lowered his head, watching his nose and his heart.
I was tortured twice by the impellers just now, so how could I be willing to go down and die.
"Yanyu, how about you?" Zi Ruxue looked at the only female church master again.
The woman wore a black jersey, with a delicate face, and her face was cold, like an iceberg that would last forever.
She glanced at Zi Ruxue indifferently, and finally her eyes fell on Xiao Fan, her heart tangled.
Their four major churches were originally prepared to jointly deal with the Purple Blood Saint Church.
But what happened just now, no one dared to provoke the Purple Blood Temple easily.
In addition to the purple blood, the Purple Blood Temple also has the power of Ye Qingcheng, a peerless saint ancestor. Who dares to offend the Purple Blood Temple easily?
It's the impeller cycle, and it's about to move several times.
But when he saw Ye Qingcheng standing behind Xiao Fan, he dispelled this idea.
Although Xiao Fan changed his appearance, there was only one person who could make Ye Qingcheng treat like this with his understanding of Ye Qingcheng.
That is, Xiao Fan!
Impeller stared at Xiao Fan with murderous eyes, wishing to swallow Xiao Fan alive.
But now, he doesn't want to be a bird.
"Don't you really want to deal with my Purple Blood Temple? How come now, is there no one who can fight?" Zi Ruxue raised his head proudly and looked at the audience with a sneer.
Several church masters gritted their teeth, wishing to rub Zi Ruxue on the ground, but they seriously suspected that Zi Ruxue was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.
"Or, let's try it?" At this moment, the Tianmen Temple Master, who had been silent, stood up.