Chapter 1812: Weak

Rumble!
The behemoth incarnate in the huge tower was abruptly pushed aside by the repulsive force of the Dragon Gate and Thirty-Six Paths, and fell to one side. In the place it passed, the trees collapsed, the spirit beasts died, and the grass did not grow!
A series of panic beasts roared, shaking the world!
Even the tianjiao who participated in the battle of the saint children in the whole holy land have noticed such a movement.
"What a strong wave of vitality!"
"What a big tower!"
"Who is doing this?"
Many Sacred Pagoda disciples recognized the pagoda, and their complexions changed slightly.
"This pagoda was in the hands of that person, but was finally given to his brother by that person..."
"So it seems that Young Master Yuan Haoran is fighting!"
"Who is so bold to provoke Young Master Yuan Haoran?"
"No, no! Although Young Master Yuan Haoran is not lacking in his hole cards, but his own cultivation is still a bit short, if it is not to a certain point, he will never take out the pagoda, I still have to go and see, otherwise the person knows me If he doesn't save his brother, he can't spare me!"
The ten sacred disciples, except for Ke Qingsong, who is already crazy, and those who are entering the critical moment of absorbing the holy luck, the other eight sacred disciples rushed to the place where the pagoda appeared and the battle took place.
When the Sacred Tower was restrained by the Dragon Gate, Lou Qianxue used his sword again, this time it was a soul thorn!
Pure mental power attack, just as the soul thorn arrived, the Sacred Tower disciple felt a panic, a kind of extreme danger enveloped his heart, his face changed suddenly, and he swiftly moved back, fleeing and shouting angrily: "I warn. You, my brother is also in this holy land. If you dare to attack me, my brother will not forgive you!"
"Heh..." Lou Qianxue only felt funny, and reminded him: "I have already taken action against you."
These sacred tower disciples are indeed not low in cultivation, and they have excellent spiritual weapons on their bodies, but this does not mean that they are invincible.
Lou Qianxue only fought the two Holy Tower disciples, and has discovered their biggest weakness-they are like flowers in a greenhouse, and they are not very good at fighting!
In the past many years, they may have been concentrating on improving their cultivation level, and have not seen much blood, experienced many fights, seemingly powerful, but actually vulnerable.
If there is no spirit weapon in hand, Lou Qianxue can take him down without any effort.
"Send your holy luck."
Lou Qianxue's voice was a little cold. If the Sacred Tower disciples were all like this, she probably didn't need to worry about the chief seat of the Saint-Child War!
Simultaneously.
Between Prince Yu and the prince prince, there was also a strong wave of vitality, which aroused the spiritual energy of the heaven and the earth, and the battle was dim.
But it doesn't divide up and down.
For a while, the two were unwilling to lose, but no one was sure to beat the other...
"..."
"..."
At a certain moment, the two separated at the same time.
The crown prince in golden garb had a complicated expression: "You are a little better than you think."
The handsome and elegant Prince Yu also nodded: "You are also different from what I imagined."
"Today's game, you and I can't help each other."
They were silent for a moment.
"It's just a waste of time if you continue to fight, and you will lose the opportunity to plunder the holy luck."
"and so?"
"So, let's plunder the holy luck first, and wait until we reach the white jade seat, and then we will go up and down!"
In the battle of the saints, there are ten white jade seats on the mountain ahead. If they want to rank, they will go up the mountain to grab the seats.
And they have the same level of cultivation, and the seats they can sit on should be the same, and they will inevitably fight again.