"It's you! It's you!" Yechen lowered his head slightly, and let out a deep roar like a beast.

Originally, everyone believed that Zi Yao's coma was the result of overusing the power of the Life God Bow.

But I never expected that it was the elf goddess who did something to Zi Yao, and Zi Yao has always believed in the elf goddess.

How sad and ridiculous it is that her faith betrayed her.

As soon as he thought of Zi Yao's stubborn face, constantly shooting silver bows and arrows to rescue him, Yechen's heart was as uncomfortable as a knife.

"It's a curse!" On the side, Xiao Cui seemed to sound something, and shouted in a low voice.

"You know what?" asked Yechen in a low voice without looking back.

"Childe, there are many kinds of curses, this kind of curse that can only be eliminated by killing the deity is naturally the most terrifying kind, the power of the gods, Xiao Cui has never been in contact with it, and I can't tell how terrible it is. Cui replied.

"Hehehe!" the elf goddess looked at Yechen with her clothes fluttering, and said softly, "Now, you can die in peace." As a lowly human race blaspheming the gods, I will grant you death!"

Yechen suddenly raised his head, his eyes turned red, the green tendons on his forehead burst out one by one, and he whispered like a beast: "If as long as you don't wake up, I will stop and kill God, if only by killing you can I wake up, then, one day, I will set foot on your world and cut you down from the sword." ”

"Hehe, I'm quite confident, you can live through today!" said the elf goddess, and then stretched out her right hand and pointed lightly at Yechen, and a soft streamer shot towards Yechen.

The light seemed ordinary, but Yechen's gaze was surprisingly solemn, and the dark yellow light on his feet suddenly burst out, Yechen avoided the silver light and appeared above the elf goddess, and the magic sword slashed down at the elf goddess.

The elf goddess held up her left hand, and a cyan air shield formed above the palm of her left hand, blocking Yechen's magic sword, and then the air shield suddenly exploded, and the violent energy bombarded Yechen's body.

The hard impact on Yechen's body sent Yechen flying, shooting out like a cannonball, smashing into the forest in the distance, and then sliding on the ground, crushing countless trees.

"The power of the goddess is boundless!" cried the Elven Queen.

At this moment, except for Yin Qiao, who was still in a daze, all the other elves looked at the elf goddess with fanatical faces, their faces full of happiness and excitement.

This is their deity, their faith, their only spiritual pillar in life.

The elven goddess stood in the air and laughed softly: "The lowly human race is really weak and pitiful. If you are my enemy, there will be only death!"

Immediately, the elven goddess's right hand suddenly waved, and a cyan light appeared in the direction of the night's fall.

"Boom!" a loud bang rang out in the distant forest, and the goddess's cyan light leveled out a large area of the forest and created a huge crater.

Crushed grass drifted in the sky along with gravel and dirt.

The elves stared blankly, and the power of the goddess was really majestic in her gestures.

"The sad human race, who dared to be the enemy of the goddess, finally ushered in the end it deserved. Someone murmured, at this moment, in their eyes, there is only a goddess.

Even the aristocratic elders who supported Zi Yao before had forgotten about Zi Yao at this moment, and worshiped at the feet of the goddess reverently, ignoring Yechen and Zi Yao's life or death.

"What a pathetic, a group of soulless creatures!" a sigh came from the rubble and broken grass, and everyone looked up, only to see a vague figure slowly appear in the dust, and then the figure became clearer and clearer......

The corners of Yechen's mouth were bleeding, and he slowly walked out with a magic sword in his hand.

"That demon didn't even die!"

"If you are the enemy of the goddess, you will surely die!"

"Goddess, you must not forgive this demon who blasphemed you!"

The elven elders shouted loudly, expressing their devout beliefs, eager to dig out their hearts and show them to the goddess, so that the goddess would know their loyalty.

The goddess was laughing, as if she was happy, and as if she was laughing at the ignorance of the elves, but her face was blurred, making it impossible to read the meaning of experiencing the laughter of the goddess.

"Ahem, ahem!" Yechen coughed, spat out a few more mouthfuls of blood, and slowly walked up into the sky.

The goddess's left hand waved lightly again, and a cyan brilliance emerged again, this time rolling in like a tide, endlessly.

"Strangling!" Yechen shouted, and countless transparent sword shadows appeared in front of him, colliding with the cyan light like a tide.

"Boom!" The sound of violent energy crashing resounded in the sky, but this time, the blue light clearly had the upper hand, constantly crushing the sword of the night sun.

The shadow of the sword was shattering, and the cyan light rolled and crushed in.

Yechen stepped on the light again, and his body appeared in the sky above the elf goddess, holding a silver spear in his left hand, and stabbed at the elf goddess fiercely.

The elven goddess's left hand, the cyan shield of light continued to appear, and the goddess whispered, "Do you want to repeat the humiliation of the previous one?

"Boom!" The silver spear slapped on the goddess's cyan air shield, and then, Yechen struck again, and the magic sword in his right hand flashed with brilliant light.

The sword light flashed above the cyan air shield.

There was a sound of "pop" as if a bubble was broken, and the air shield on the goddess's left hand was finally dissolved by Yechen's sword, and the goddess's figure was exposed to Yechen's attack.

Yechen seized this rare opportunity, and the silver spear in his hand swept fiercely towards the waist of the goddess, and roared angrily: "Break it for me!"

The goddess's movements were still graceful, reaching out with her beautiful left hand, and then gently bobbing in the air.

The jade hand is smart, as if using the void as a harp, playing a perfect song.

After seeing this jade hand, countless people couldn't help but subconsciously exclaim: "The hand of the goddess!"

This jade hand is exactly the same as the goddess hand used by the elf queen before, but now the goddess hand is more agile and more unfathomable.

Before the silver spear swept the goddess, a majestic force took the lead in bombarding Yechen's waist, and blasted Yechen out again, and on the way to fly upside down, Yechen spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell from the sky, smashing into the ground below.

The tree was crushed, and a wooden house built on top of the tree was crushed and a deep pit was crushed.

In the deep pit, Yechen held a magic sword in one hand and a silver spear in the other, lying in the shape of a "big" figure, and the earth below cracked, and there were dense cracks like spider webs.

The goddess's clothes fluttered in the wind, looking down at the figure of Yechen below, and whispered, "Humble Terran, do you still have the courage to fight me?"

(End of chapter)