Chapter 1913: How could I let her down?

"This is not my Dragon Palace's boxing method." Although Tai Ziyu refused to defeat Lou Qianxue to grab the first position in the battle for the saint son, what he did in the holy land could be regarded as a glory for the Dragon Palace.
Palace Master Dragon Palace is still very satisfied with this young disciple who has not been in the game for a few years: "This is his own boxing technique, but at first it was not so powerful, and then he modified it himself... In other words, this The boxing technique is actually his own creation!"
"Create your own exercises! It's really talented! Dragon Palace really has a good disciple!"
Others admired with envy.
"Where, where, it's just so-so." Palace Master Long Palace said plainly, but the smile on his face couldn't hide it.
Within the Holy Land.
"Your name is Prince Yu, right? It's just a little more holy luck... But the feeling you give me has completely changed!"
He had fought with Taiziyu before, but at that time, Taiziyu was not so difficult at all.
A faint smile appeared on Prince Yu's beautiful and picturesque face, and between his eyebrows, there was also a faint gentle color: "That's because it was not so important to win at that time... but now..."
He paused slightly and said, "And now, someone is watching and someone is expecting me to win... How can I let her down?"
After that day Lou Qianxue swept the holy pagoda and the three saint sons of the Profound Sky Continent, he personally led them to many places with a lot of holy fortune to absorb holy fortune...
Why did Lou Qianxue deliver the holy to them, and why let them absorb the holy luck?
In order to hope they defeat the Saint Sons of Shengxuan Continent!
Prince Yu knows this very well!
Since this is Lou Qianxue's expectation, even if he is broken into pieces, he will not live up to it!
What's more, he was originally a supreme glass body, and his cultivation was very fast and terrifying. Even in a very short time, he would have made great achievements...
This time...
Sand... sand... sand...
In addition to being good at poison, Jing Hang, the son of Saint Profound Continent, is also very strong in spirit, knows the way of runes, and is good at arranging formations!
Seeing the simple poisonous fog, unable to trap Prince Yu, Jing Hang's pale and cloudy face showed the expression of a dark bird.
There was a fierce sullen passing under his eyes, and he even vomited three mouthfuls of blood. After that, his breath rose sharply. Vaguely, the suppressed Prince Yu had difficulty breathing...
Then he shouted!
The black poison array, in the rustling sound, gradually solidified...
The bone-eroding poison mist swarmed towards Prince Yu from all directions. Prince Yu’s skin was aching, even if there was a layer of golden light on the surface, it seemed that it could not resist such a poison array...
Prince Yu took a deep breath and tried to stabilize his figure, then raised his arms...
Brush!
Several golden lightsabers were stripped from his body and suspended in the air. The golden daggers were extremely dazzling, spinning around him quickly, and at the same time, the sound of ‘chih’ and ‘chih’ swords rang from the world...
"Sword formation!"
"Damn it, do all the Tianjiao of Profound Sky Continent know how to make formations?" Jing Hang trembled in his heart, the next moment...
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Amidst the sore grating sound, several golden daggers pierced the poisonous array...
The black poisonous mist, like a wisp of smoke, was burned by the golden light, and disappeared in the world...
Every move of Prince Yu contained the aura of a real dragon, and it seemed to have a strong restraining effect on Jinghang’s poisonous mist...