The Three Sons seem to be playing a game of negation of negation.
Originally, it was the first time Xu Yi came into his sight, and because of Xu Yi's brilliance, rapid progress, and unique fighting style, he suspected that Xu Yi was the person from the Temple of Heaven.
But in the end, after Xu Yi's conscious elusion, his thinking inevitably turned to entanglement with various rationalities, and he believed that Xu Yi could not return from the sealed world of the Temple of Heaven, so he no longer considered Xu Yi's identity, and only wanted to destroy Xu Yi. This rising star who has no respect for the Holy Court.
Unexpectedly, Feng Bing sent out, there was no news, and the Pill Corpse disappeared. After a while, I heard that this person appeared again, and the first thing he did was to conflict with the Holy Court again.
In San Shengzi's mind, Xu Yi was already in the book of life and death, but because of the identity of the other party and himself, he couldn't do it too blatantly.
As for Xu Yi's cultivation, he didn't care about seven thousand swords or invincible defense. Those were just child's tricks, and they were nothing. Today's Three Holy Sons are no longer yesterday's Three Holy Sons.
So, after receiving the news from Kong Zhang, he wasn't very excited. What he wanted to do was to secretly deal with Xu Yi, and rushing over in such a bright way, what else could he do besides playing the role of a virtuous corporal with an ocean of chest
Unexpectedly, there was another change in the news. The person surnamed Wang actually used the building as a book and a sword as a pen to engrave an appointment letter in the Phoenix Tower, asking him to meet him in the Yanliu River.
Now, he couldn't refuse.
The battle of the Phoenix Tower, Xu Yi's attack was earth-shattering, and more than twenty princes of the Purple Mansion flew in the air. It can be said that it was the most dazzling battle in Shenghui City in recent years, and it caused a great sensation.
At that time, the sword energy that Xu Yi unleashed was truly frightening, and the attack power was beyond imagination, and Kong Zhang and all the princes of the Zifu were treated so bleakly.
Don't dare to look at it openly, but there are quite a few people hiding in the dark and watching. With the presence of God, it is actually not much weaker than the eyes.
Therefore, the situation of that battle was almost transparent in the eyes of the monks of the entire Holy Glory City.
In other words, the face of the inner court and even the Holy Court represented by Kong Zhang was completely lost in the entire Shenghui City.
Against this background, Xu Yi made a sword-engraved text and asked him to meet. Although he didn't say it outright, I am afraid that everyone in Shenghui City would automatically regard it as Wang Qianqiu after he wiped out Kong Zhang and others. , and then launched a challenge to the first person among the descendants of the three holy sons.
Interpreting the whole incident in this way, San Shengzi knows that he has no way to avoid it, and the opponent is still as cunning as usual, letting you know that he has set a trap, you have to cooperate obediently.
This feeling is not good, very bad.
However, San Shengzi firmly believes that in the face of absolute strength, all pretense is in vain.
The weather is fine, the three holy sons come here on waves, the Yanliu River is misty, filled with some vast smells, the rivers and willows are luxuriant, the flowers and plants are luxuriant, between the heaven and the earth, it seems that there are only two of them, but the spiritual thoughts of the two are not It is easy to know that within the city wall three hundred feet away to the west, there are tens of thousands of spiritual thoughts sweeping towards this area.
"Brother Wang, why did you ask me to come? Do you want to fight Kong Mou?"
The third son cut straight to the point and shouted loudly.
He is very clear that if he doesn't break through some words, this guy won't break through, and if he doesn't break through, wouldn't he be giving up the initiative of fighting or not fighting.
After studying Wang Qianqiu's behavior style, San Shengzi knew very well that this person used to take advantage of the other party's demeanor to play a scoundrel, and acting like a villain was nothing to this person.
Xu Yi said, "Is it important to fight or not to fight?"
Inexplicable, simply inexplicable, the third son really didn't know how to respond.
"War is one word, not war is two words, between one and two, between two and one, I wonder if Brother Kong taught me?"
Xu Yi asked solemnly with a serious face.
"This, this... I'm afraid it has some meaning."
San Shengzi was very dissatisfied with Xu Yi's way of speaking in a sharp manner, and at the same time, he felt a little ashamed that he couldn't understand the connotation of the sharpness in the slightest.
Just as he was concentrating his brows, there was a huge explosion, the entire Yanliu River was emptied, and mud was exposed, and the city wall three hundred meters away was unexpectedly shattered by the huge shock wave that was attached to it. The magic circle on the wall, the entire city wall of more than ten miles collapsed.
The sky-shattering explosion set off a monstrous water curtain, and through the huge water curtain, a black giant shadow burst out, blasting hundreds of punches in an instant, and then, a light and shadow flowed out, running faster and faster, without a trace in an instant.
The huge water curtain fell, and the entire Yanliu River was completely eroded, and it was no longer the same as before. It was scattered and split, and the river was 30% lower.
The turbulent river was about to regain its calm, when a wave surged, and a ragged and cracked corpse rolled onto the surface of the river.
All of a sudden, the corpse stood up on the ground, roared to the sky, and the surface of the Yanliujiang River was immediately frozen, and countless ice knives and frost swords sprayed into the sky, blasting out smoke and dust all over the sky.
"Wow… "
The corpse vomited a mouthful of blood, but it was seen that his whole body was cracked, and even his face was covered with cracks. Looking carefully at the face of that person, it was not the third son, but who it was.
At this moment, the description of the three holy sons is extremely bleak, and the whole person is extremely desolate, but among the more than one hundred thousand monks hiding behind the collapsed city wall, no one dares to see the jokes of the three holy sons.
Everyone felt a killing intent, a chilling killing intent that dominated this world, it seemed that anyone who dared to think of disrespect would be instantly smashed into pieces by this terrifying killing intent.
"True pill, it's a real pill!"
I don't know how many people shouted in their hearts.
The saint clan produced another true pill, and the three holy sons were promoted to true pills before they were established. This is really an earth-shattering event for the holy court.
However, there seems to be a wall in everyone's heart, a thick wall.
The third holy son is already a real pill, why did he still lose, the one surnamed Wang really didn't count.
The whole world knows.
The name of Wang Qianqiu, who defeated Zhendan without counting yuan, was finally going to shake the entire Holy Court.
On the contrary, at this moment Xu Yi didn't have the slightest awareness of being famous all over the world. He desperately urged the Fury Talisman, and every time he released the three Talismans together, relying on the superimposed power of the Talisman, he desperately flew away.
Of course he was relieved in his heart, but this stall really shouldn't be careless.
Who would have thought that the hypocrite with yin and yang would be promoted to a real pill.
The horror of the real pill, Xu Yi knew very well that although he had the upper hand, if he was not careful, the situation would collapse completely.
In fact, when the Three Holy Sons appeared, Xu Yi regretted it in his heart. This damned guy made progress faster than himself, and he actually crossed a big chasm.
He forced the third son to come, of course for revenge, to be precise, to vent his anger first, after all, it is inconvenient for him to take the life of the third son in full view.