With a cold snort, when Zhao Xingyao was about to put away the pill, a voice suddenly came from the vine sky net, with a hint of evil.

"If I admit defeat, wouldn't it be very faceless?"

Zhao Xingyao's gaze suddenly turned to the vine skynet, and her pupils shrank heavily.

But seeing the vine skynet that was shrinking smaller and smaller, he suddenly trembled violently, and in the next moment, a huge hole was cracked in a certain place, and all the vines on that side were broken into pieces, Ye Qingchen stood with a smile in the endless fragments, except for the hair that was slightly messy, unscathed.

"How is this possible?" Zhao Xingyao looked shocked.

Ye Qingchen looked at Zhao Xingyao coldly. Although Zhao Xingyao's technique was strong, it was insignificant in front of the Nine Strikes of Heaven Splitting. After all, the bloodthirsty vine is no more than the earth-level exercises, and the Nine Strikes of Heaven Splitting are far more powerful than the supreme exercises above the heaven-level exercises, and they are incomparably stronger. In addition, the Nine Strikes of Heaven Splitting can gather the general momentum of heaven and earth, and can even stack the previous attack, and one blow is stronger than one blow.

"So now, is it my turn?" Ye Qingchen's faint eyebrows suddenly became sharp, and in an instant, the momentum was fierce, like a peerless sword out of the sheath.

Before the voice fell, the long stick in Ye Qingchen's hand danced, and the stick shadow was three thousand, and a more powerful momentum was generated around her, forming a storm, with her as the center, spreading towards the periphery.

In the eye of the storm, Ye Qingchen's face was solemn, and his momentum was magnificent, like a killing god, and when the long stick in his hand danced, more and more momentum gradually generated, as if he could crush everything.

Zhao Xingyao's eyes were about to split, but she couldn't control the fear in her heart. Instinct told her that it was impossible to withstand Ye Qingchen's monstrous power.

She didn't have time to think about it, gritted her teeth, and slapped the pill she was holding tightly in her hand into her mouth.

This pill was a Holy Spirit Pill, which could temporarily enhance her combat power. In the next quarter of an hour, her combat power will reach a high-grade realm, then Ye Qingchen will no longer be her opponent!

The pill melted in his mouth, and Zhao Xingyao only felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter, and his limbs were full of energy. At this moment, Zhao Xingyao felt that he was full of power, and it seemed that he could destroy everything!

"Damn!" The energy in his body became more and more abundant, and the hatred and anger in Zhao Xingyao's heart became more and more vigorous. was forced to this role by a weak person in the Dacheng Realm, and she lost face.

At that moment, Ye Qingchen's stick had already been cut down, and his momentum was overwhelming, as if the mountains were pressing, Zhao Xingyao's breath sank, and the power of the wood element was once again transformed into countless vines to meet Ye Qingchen's long stick.

The endless vines and the spiritual power long stick collided in the void, emitting an extremely loud roar, and the two came into contact, and the power was annihilated, resulting in bursts of wind.

At that moment, Ye Qingchen and Zhao Xingyao both took a few steps back, both of them breathing a little unsteadily.

Ye Qingchen froze his body, his face was calm, and his gaze was sharp as he stared at Zhao Xingyao. As early as when Zhao Xingyao was taking the pill, she noticed it. Right now, Zhao Xingyao's combat effectiveness has increased several times!

"Could it be that she took the Holy Spirit Pill?" Ye Qingchen could faintly be sure.

If this is the case, then it can only be said that Zhao Xingyao really has no hesitation in order to kill her. Didn't she know that taking the Holy Spirit Pill would do all kinds of harm to her cultivation and not benefit her?

"Ye Qingchen, go die!"

Over there, Zhao Xingyao's attack did not pause at all, because she knew that the effect of the medicine was limited, and she had to fight quickly.

Fierce attacks came quickly. At this moment, Zhao Xingyao, who already had high-grade strength, struck with all his strength, and the speed was faster and more lethal than before.

Although Ye Qingchen is very strong, the gap in strength is too big, and it is impossible to make a hard connection like just now at this moment.

Her face was slightly condensed, and Ye Qingchen's body gradually lit up with a pale cyan light, becoming more and more prosperous, and a sourceless wind whistled around her, blowing her long skirt to the sound of hunting.

The soft cyan light, the power of the raging wind, this is ...