The Saint Started Recklessly, And The Son Of Luck Broke Through The Defense!

Jiang Huaiqiu naturally recognized the Holy Son of Taixu, narrowed his eyes and said: "It turns out that the Holy Son of Taixu Holy Land is here in person?

What? You also want this ice spirit cold fire?

Sorry, I, the Ancient Holy Mountain, cannot give you this face.

Su Mo smiled playfully.

It seemed that Jiang Huaiqiu didn't know yet about the nine-color sky-swallowing python he had killed before.

I wonder if Jiang Huaiqiu would be able to talk to him so calmly if he knew the news?

Jiang Huaiqiu was only slightly afraid of the Holy Son of Taixu.

He is at the ninth level of the Xuandan realm, and is only one step away from the Yuanhun realm.

Although this Holy Son of Taixu can inspire three top-level visions, his nine-color lotus flower is not a vegetarian.

He was confident that with the nine-color lotus in full bloom, he could restrain the vision of one of the Holy Sons of Taixu.

In addition, his nine-color sky-swallowing python's bloodline is very strong, so he may not be able to compete with it.

Finally, he also has the ice spirit and cold fire in his body. If he is hit unexpectedly, he can be severely injured or even killed!

He is bound to win this ice spirit and cold fire, and he will never give in.

With this flame, coupled with the golden flame of all beasts obtained by Brother Lin who has recently become friends with their ancient holy mountain, his strength will definitely increase greatly.

When the time comes, he will borrow it and use it to smelt his own blood under the fusion of extreme yin and yang. Maybe he can create a pure-blooded nine-color sky-swallowing python and revive the power of their clan in ancient times!

At this time, Mo said coldly: "You, the Ancient Holy Mountain, have never had much respect with me.

If you don't want to keep Bingling Lenghuo, then I have to be tougher. "

Su Mo's tone was calm, but everyone couldn't help but feel that he had a sense of majesty in a high position that could not be resisted.

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere at the scene dropped to the extreme.

Many talented people know that the confrontation between the two at this moment is inevitable.

Many people are looking forward to how Holy Son Taixu will perform.

At that time, those three top-level phenomena appeared together, which shocked the entire Eastern Wasteland!

Everyone is extremely curious. Can the Holy Son of Taixu, whose fame has shocked the entire Eastern Wilderness, defeat the Nine-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python Clan from the Ancient Holy Mountain?

At the same time, there are also many geniuses who hope that the outcome of the fight between the two will be that both sides will lose, and they will just reap the benefits.

In this way, their chances of obtaining Ice Spirit Cold Fire are also greatly increased.

The next moment, Jiang Huaiqiu laughed wildly and said: "It's so good, your Taixu Holy Land doesn't have any respect for me!

I've long wanted to ask you, Holy Son of Taixu, what's going on with your top-notch vision. "~!"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Huaiqiu took the lead.

The nine-color lotus in his hand burst out with a lilac divine light.

It was an extremely fast beam of light, bright and dazzling.

Su Mo's expression was indifferent, and his thoughts moved instantly, and he displayed the Taixu Divine Sword Technique.

Suddenly, streaks of cold light flashed, and flying swords with simple shapes surrounded him, with the sword tips pointed directly at Jiang Huaiqiu!

"go."

Su Mo whispered a word in her mouth and pointed her finger at the beam of light.

In the dense rain of swords behind him, a flying sword made of divine consciousness made a buzzing sound and shot past in an instant.

"Bang!!!"

In an instant, a loud sound appeared in the void, which was extremely deafening and pierced the eardrums.

The flying sword transformed from divine consciousness actually directly dispersed the lavender divine light, and runes all over the sky fell like raindrops.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Huaiqiu's pupils shrank suddenly and he was shocked.

"Essential Soul Realm!"

Jiang Huaiqiu naturally has some discernment.

When he saw Su Mo performing the Taixu Divine Sword Technique, which can only be practiced in the Yuanhun realm, he immediately realized that the Holy Son of Taixu was already a monk in the Yuanhun realm!

Suddenly, Jiang Huaiqiu's pressure suddenly increased.

He originally thought that Holy Son Taixu, like him, was in the Xuandan realm, but he did not expect that the other party had already broken through to the Yuanhun realm, which made him extremely surprised.

Jiang Huaiqiu looked serious and no longer dared to take it lightly.

Then he shouted loudly, used all his strength, and poured almost all of it into the nine-color lotus.

Suddenly, the divine light of the nine-color lotus illuminated the entire world. The divine light of nine colors, such as red, green, blue, purple, etc., came out, and instantly pressed against the Holy Son of Taixu.

Su Mo was extremely calm, as if he was not the one fighting, but just a bystander.

Just when the black light transformed from the nine-colored divine light was about to approach Su Mo.

He said calmly again: "Broken."

As soon as he finished speaking, several flying swords buzzed out, hitting the nine-color divine light directly.

"boom!!!"

The next moment, a huge sound penetrated the world and made people deafening.

The nine-colored divine light was chopped into pieces and turned into runes that shimmered with fluorescence, as if there was a rain of stars in the sky, which was extremely gorgeous.

Jiang Huaiqiu was shocked. His magic weapon, the nine-color lotus flower, had many cracks on it due to this blow, and the nine-color light was reduced by half. It was obviously very seriously damaged.

Because it was a natal magic weapon, my body also felt a tremor, and blood flowed from the corner of my mouth. It was obvious that the damage was serious.

At this moment, Jiang Huaiqiu's face was pale and he was horrified.

Now the natal magic weapon has been almost destroyed. If it is used again, no surprise, it will definitely turn into powder.

"Don't you want it? Here you go!"

Jiang Huaiqiu suddenly let out a ferocious laugh and slammed Shui Ling Lenghuo towards Su Mo.

He wanted to rely on the power of Ice Spirit Cold Fire to inflict heavy damage on the Holy Son of Taixu.

In this way, he still has a chance of winning.

The cold fire of the ice spirit rushed towards Su Mo, exuding a burst of cold air that chilled the bone marrow.

However, a sneer appeared at the corner of Su Mo's mouth. He had just learned the method of conquering the ice spirit and cold fire in the memory of the saint's remnant soul.

He then pinched a trick in his hand and directly controlled the cold fire from the ice spirit in his hand.

"Yes, this kind of strange fire has extraordinary power and is an extremely yin thing."

Su Mo held the Ice Spirit Cold Fire in her hand and played with it, not being disturbed by the cold air of the Ice Spirit Cold Fire.

The Bingling Lenghuo was extremely obedient in Su Mo's hands, and it seemed that it had recognized Su Mo as its master in just a moment.

When the many geniuses at the scene saw this scene, their pupils shrank and they were surprised.

They don't know what happened (haha Lihao), that ball of ice spirit cold fire that can turn people into frozen corpses in an instant, now looks harmless to humans and animals.

"How is this done?" Many geniuses looked puzzled.

Is this still the Bingling Lenghuo they know?

The Ice Spirit Lenghuo, which they had been having trouble subduing for months, surrendered so easily?

Jiang Huaiqiu, who had exhausted all means but had no results at all, had a look of despair on his face at this moment.

Holy Son Taixu is now like an insurmountable mountain. He is suppressed and feels powerless and has no chance of winning.

Jiang Huaiqiu no longer thought about it, turned around and fled towards the exit as fast as possible.

"puff!!!"

But as soon as he turned around and took a step forward, a flying sword made of divine consciousness pierced his chest directly.

Immediately, blood splattered like a column of blood, and his whole body fell straight down.

Jiang Huaiqiu looked horrified and unwilling, his eyes gradually became dull, his vision blurred, and he lay lifeless on the ground.