Although Saint Mier sneered, he did not despise Li You in his heart. Pen Δ Fun ΔΔ Pavilion Δ.

Since the Holy Clan's partners were constantly hit hard and fell, Saint Mier's contempt for Li You and his party had long since disappeared. The person who can inflict such pain on the Holy Race cannot be an ordinary person. Saint Miel also appeared, the bone blade leaving tiny scratches on his spear. The weapon that he has cultivated for countless years has the ability to repair itself, but the scars left by the bone blade have never disappeared, which is enough to prove that the bone blade in Li You's hand is no longer an ordinary beastly forelimb.

St. Mire's question was just to confirm his suspicions.

"You're still an artifact master?!"

St. Mire gave Li You a name that Li You had never heard of. But this name is able to look at the literati, and it is thought that he is a master craftsman who can make artifacts.

Li You shook his head in denial. St. Mire didn't dwell on this either. Now that the two sides have resolved their mortal enmity, even if Li You is an artifact master, it is impossible for him to be used by the Holy Clan. Such an opponent can only be completely eliminated from the soul to the ** to resurrect the interests of the Holy Clan.

"Death!"

St. Mire snorted. The burning black flame on his body became more vigorous, and he pointed the gun at Li You's throat!

"Carving insect skills!"

Li You is no stranger to this set, as soon as the bone blade moves, he blocks the opponent's attack, and then the bone blade swings and begins to counterattack.

"Uh......"

The Saint Clan powerhouse who was fighting with Qinghong did not feel relaxed because of Saint Mier's rush back. In fact, when Li You was led away by St. Mire, his situation became even worse. Without Li You in the way, Qinghong's degree became faster, giving the Holy Clan powerhouse a more fatal blow. In less than a minute, the Holy Clan powerhouse had been hit by Qinghong more than ten times. And his counterattack basically didn't work against Qinghong.

Fortunately, at this time, another Saint Clan powerhouse who was chasing after Gluttony had also rushed back, and seeing that his companions were already exhausted, he quickly joined the battlefield and stabilized the situation on this side.

But the decline of the Holy Race has already begun to show.

The cooperation between Dragon Batian and Soul Slayer is not ideal. But two ancient demons combined to attack a saint clan, it is still easy.

Long Batian's manifest body, the behemoth body either bumped, or grabbed, or swept with a long tail, all of which brought endless trouble to this Holy Clan powerhouse. That's not all, Long Batian fully swung out the benefits of the two-headed dragon, the deformed head opened its mouth, and one by one forbidden spells were released from its mouth, giving the Holy Clan powerhouse a double blow.

The powerhouses of the Holy Clan were barely able to maintain a balance of power with the Dragon Overlord, but the Soul Slayer was eyeing him from the sidelines, and from time to time he would strike a sharp blow, often achieving unexpected results. Long Batian destroyed the land within a radius of two miles, but he did not cause any damage to the Holy Clan powerhouse, but the Soul Slayer had already hit the opponent three times, and the Holy Clan powerhouse had already spit out black blood twice.

"Roar!"

Shengqing clearly saw that something was wrong. But Yaoyu has always been entangled with him, maintaining the power of mutual balance, and not letting him leave his surroundings to help other partners.

A drop of golden blood appeared in Shengqing's hand. In an instant, the blood turned into a doppelganger and pounced towards the soul slayer.

"It's looking for death."

Yao raised her eyebrows. She's not scolding Shengqing. Rather, he judged Shengqing for doing such an unwise act. Shengqing's power was originally not much compared to what she had gone. If neither side uses the secret method, it will be impossible to tell the winner for at least a few years here.

But after Shengqing released the clone, he was essentially weakening his own strength, so that Yao's strength could steadily overpower him. The distance between Shengqing and the defeat is getting faster and faster.

And Yao Pregnancy also knows that Shengqing's clone can't solve the problem. Although Soul Slayer is not Shengqing's opponent, he still has the strength to deal with Shengqing's clone.

"Humph!"

Sheng Qing didn't care about Yao's ridicule, if he had a choice, he would never have released the clone at this time. But the situation was pressing, and he had to make such a choice.

The losses suffered by the Holy Clan on this trip were heavy enough. If another of the same clan falls, it will be a catastrophe that the Holy Race cannot bear. As a Holy Son, Shengqing naturally can't ignore or even hate his fellow Saints like other Holy Clans. He also shoulders the people who inherit the ethnic group, and the unattainable ideal of reviving the ethnic group in it.

The goal of Shengqing's clone is very clear, and he goes straight towards the soul slaughter.

When he entangled Soul Slayer before, he had already figured out the details of Soul Slayer. At that time, there was no death hand, but I felt that everything was under control and had the ability to force the soul slaughter, so there was no need to kill him.

At this moment, on the battlefield, the comparison of strength is completely different from before, and what Shengqing wants is to weaken the strong enemy to the greatest extent and save his own people.

"Ho!"

Seeing the Shengqing clone rushing towards him, Soul Slaughter didn't dare to be careless. With six arms, he clenched his fists at this moment and bombarded towards Shengqing's clone.

"Bang ......"

The two sides collided violently, and the clone of the Holy Qing took a few steps back, but a low roar of pain came out of Soul Slayer's throat. One of his arms was destroyed in this blow!

"How is that possible?!" Soul Slayer thought a little distraught. He had been fighting with Shengqing for a while before. The strength shown by the other party is not so strong. But when Soul Slayer thought about it, he knew that Shengqing had shown mercy before. I understand that at this moment, you are in a state of life and death, and you must not be careless and end up falling.

"Brush ......"

"Bang ......"

The bone blade in Li You's hand slashed diagonally, from Saint Mier's shoulder blades to his chest, and swept a huge wound on Saint Mier's body. Black flames erupted from Saint Mire's wound in an instant.

But Li You is also not having a good time. The barrel of St. Mire's spear shook into an arc and slapped on his body, smashing the defensive barrier on his body to smithereens, and at the same time, slapping his sternum into slag, all of which were pierced into his internal organs.

"Poof......" Both spurted out mouthfuls of blood. It's just that the purple-black blood river and the golden-red blood are intertwined, not only are they not coordinated, but they are also constantly entangled and annihilated because of their different strength attributes.

"Haha! Is that all?! ”

Saint Mier's facial features were hideous, dragging a spear in one hand, the alien beast covered the wound on his chest, and smiled at Li You.

Li You exhaled a breath of turbidity. His chest was already sunken, and if he were a normal person, he would probably have signed and reported to Lord Yama, but he exhaled a cool breath, showed a mouthful of big white teeth, and said, "It's just an appetizer!" The feast is coming soon! ”

As he spoke, Li You's dantian internal force was running wildly, and while repairing his injuries, he strode forward, and the bone blade light lit up again, striding towards the black flame rolling Saint Mier on his body!

"Do you dare to take my knife?!"

Li You's voice was full of pain, but he was full of anger.