The two of them jumped onto the high jousting platform at the same time, their robes hunting. The audience in the audience all cheered for the Third Holy Son, after all, this is someone's territory.

Qian'er's heart was a little worried, he was afraid that Zhou Yi would be defeated and his head would be different. Although he has not been in contact with Zhou Yi for a long time, he can feel Zhou Yi's sincerity, unlike some other people who have other plans for her.

"Boy, today next year is your death day. Saying that, the Holy Son turned into a white light and pressed towards Zhou Yi fiercely. The metal longsword in his hand shone in the air.

Zhou Yi was not afraid, the red battle light suddenly rose from his body, and the red battle fist smashed heavily on the metal long sword. One of the gold-piercing cracked stones reverberated in the air.

The crowd exclaimed, this young man's body was too strong.

Sith frowned slightly, Green's physical strength is not so strong, is this kid a human or not. A trace of doubt arose in the Sith's heart.

The battle continued, and the Son's metal longsword increased again in multiples of geometric numbers. Zhou Yi had seen this move and knew its strength. Zhou Yi didn't dare to slack off, and then swiped with both hands, and a spherical energy enveloped Zhou Yi's body.

The metal longsword had already filled the entire space, and the Sith on the stage nodded with satisfaction when he saw the Third Holy Son make this move.

The Holy Son pointed with one hand, and all the swords rushed towards Zhou Yi, only to see that the swords were getting fewer and fewer, and Zhou Yi's body protection combat power was getting dimmer and dimmer.

After the red light exploded, Zuihou was left with a metal long sword that stabbed straight at Zhou Yi. Zhou Yi's iron fist hit the metal long sword with a "ding" sound.

Zhou Yi's iron fist revealed a deep wound, with white bones and blurred flesh and blood, and this sword pierced Zhou Yi's palm.

"Haha, boy, even if my combat power is suppressed in the lower battle soul realm, I can deal with you more than enough. "The Son said proudly.

Zhou Yi knew that even if the Holy Son was sealed, his combat power was far greater than his own. But Zhou Yi was not discouraged, with his strong body and the combination of combat power, he must put the Holy Son at his feet.

Red energy fluctuations surged around Zhou Yi, the long black hair was windless, the phantom of the divine phoenix surrounded his body again, his robe was shattered under the huge pressure, and the dragon-like strong muscles carved the huge divine phoenix, this was the move he made in the last duel with Qian'er, because of Clay's blocking, he didn't use it. Now Zhou Yi wants to test his power.

Zhou Yi rushed towards the Holy Son like a meteor, and the Holy Son felt a dangerous aura. The metal longsword swung again, and in a few breaths, they exchanged several blows.

Just heard the sound of "click", and the metal sword of the Holy Son broke. The Holy Son was furious, although this sword was not made of special haode materials, it had not been tempered by the strong for a long time. But this sword has been with him for more than twenty years, and this is the first time that the master has seen him give it to him.

At this moment, an unusually strong and powerful momentum swept out of the Holy Son's body, and his body slowly levitated. Zhou Yi was shocked, he had broken the seal.

Everyone in the stands and in the stands knew what was going on, and the spectators were in an uproar, but there was not the slightest movement from the rostrum.

Qian'er prayed silently for Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi's character is not so easy to retreat, the red battle is even more victorious, and his thick thighs are slamming towards the head of the Holy Son.

The holy white mang rose from the holy son, and his fists collided heavily with Zhou Yi's thighs, and a slight crack appeared at the impact.

"I'm going to kill you today. The Holy Son's expression was hideous, and a thick killing intent came out of his body.

Zhou Yi's eyes flashed with a cold glow, and he also expressed his determination to kill the Holy Son. Zhou Yi could see that the strength of the Holy Son was stronger than Qian'er.

The offensive of the two became more violent, and the "rumble" continued to sound in the space. Like a lion roaring, like a galloping vientiane.

When the two of them turned over and landed, their majestic bodies were covered with blood.

But Zhou Yi's face was very pale and he could no longer fight. Although the Holy Son was covered in blood, his face still had a ruddy color.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Zhou Yi has lost this time, and there is a possibility of death.

At this moment, there was a metal scepter in the Son's hand that emitted a faint white light. This is the weapon that the Pope is equipped with, how can it be in the hands of the Holy Son. Could it be that the Sith was going to pass the papal throne to the Third Son?

Because the temple is good at healing injuries. Everyone just wanted to praise the kindness of the Holy Son, and something unexpected happened.

I saw a beam of white light suddenly shoot out of the scepter, slashing straight at the back of Zhou Yi's heart. Zhou Yi gritted his teeth and endured the pain to look at the first holy son.

"Haha, you're arrogant. A mean smile appeared on the Son's face.

Zhou Yi felt that the veins in his body were in tatters, and he was likely to become a waste.

Qian'er ran up to the competition platform with tears on her face, "What's wrong with you, Master, let us work together." Although Qian'er and Zhou Yi's contact with Zhou Yi was not long, because of Zhou Yi's sincerity, Qian'er had already regarded Zhou Yi as a friend.

"Miss Qian'er, you get out of the way and let me kill him. Qian'er's expression was serious.

Qian'er's tearful eyes glared at the Holy Son viciously.

"Grandpa Sith, you can let him go, now that his meridians are all broken, he is already a waste, you can spare him. Qian'er burst into tears.

There was a hint of helplessness on the Sith's face, and then he waved his hand. Walk in the direction of the main hall.

The Son left angrily.

"Zhou Yi, how are you?" Qian'er still had tears on her face.

"I'm fine, help me back to the hotel first. Zhou Yi forced a smile on his face.

Qian'er picked up Zhou Yi and flew straight towards the hotel.

......

"Ahem" Zhou Yi opened his godless eyes.

I saw Qian'er with a haggard look on her face and guarding by his bedside.

"Qian'er, Qian'er. Zhou Yi called lightly.

"You're awake. Qian'er looked delighted.

"Hey, Qian'er, I'm sorry, after this incident, I feel that the Pope will have a gap with you. A faint sadness appeared on Zhou Yi's face.

"It's okay, he's good to me because of my master, and I don't like the Pope very much, he's too insidious. Qian'er looked angry.

Zhou Yi just smiled.

"By the way, what about your injuries?" asked Qian'er.

Zhou Yi showed a bitter face, hey, he is really twists and turns in this shijie. In the past, his motivation was to return to his hometown to protect his relatives and friends, but now he doesn't even have the opportunity to cultivate his combat power. Zhou Yi is very frustrated, he is now a wasted person, is this the arrangement of fate?

"It's okay, I'll try to recover. Zhou Yi smiled bitterly. In fact, Zhou Yi knew in his heart that he basically had no possibility of recovering his strength, because most of the meridians in his body had been stagnant, and it was impossible to absorb and release his combat power.