"This is not the boxing style of my Dragon Palace." Although Prince Yu refused to defeat Lou Qianxue to seize the first place in the competition for the Holy Son, his actions in the holy land can be regarded as bringing glory to the Dragon Palace.
The Dragon Palace Master was very satisfied with this young disciple who had only been in the sect for a few years: "This is a boxing style that he originally knew, but it was not so powerful at first. Later he modified it himself... In other words, this boxing style can actually be regarded as his own creation!"
"He created his own technique! He is truly gifted! Dragon Palace has really accepted a good disciple!"
Others were full of envy and exclaimed in praise.
"No, no, it's just average." The Dragon Palace Lord said it calmly, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
Inside the holy land.
"Your name is Prince Yu, right? You just have a little more Holy Luck... But the feeling you give me has completely changed!"
He had fought with Prince Yu before, but Prince Yu at that time was not so difficult to deal with.
A faint smile appeared on Prince Yu's beautiful face, and there was a hint of tenderness between his eyebrows: "That's because, at that time, winning or not was not that important... But now..."
He paused for a moment and said, "And now, someone is watching, someone is expecting me to win... How could I let her down?"
That day, after Lou Qianxue swept through the Holy Pagoda and the three Holy Sons of the Profound Sky Continent, she personally led them to many places with abundant Holy Luck to absorb Holy Luck...
Why did Lou Qianxue send the Holy Luck to them and why did she let them absorb the Holy Luck
The purpose is to hope that they can defeat the several saints of Shengxuan Continent!
Prince Yu is very clear about this!
Since this is Lou Qianxue's expectation, he will not let her down even if he is torn to pieces!
Moreover, he originally had the Supreme Glazed Body, and his cultivation was extremely fast and terrifying. Even in a very short period of time, he would have achieved great success...
This time…
Sand… Sand… Sand…
Jing Hang, the Holy Son of Shengxuan Continent, is not only good at poisons, but also has a very strong mental power. He knows the way of runes and is good at setting up formations!
Seeing that the simple poisonous fog was unable to trap Prince Yu, Jing Hang's pale and gloomy face revealed a sinister expression.
A vicious look flashed across his eyes, and he spat out three mouthfuls of blood. After that, his aura surged, and vaguely, the suppressed Prince Yu had difficulty breathing...
Then he shouted loudly!
The black poison array gradually solidified with a rustling sound...
Bone-eroding poisonous fog swarmed towards Prince Yu from all directions. Prince Yu's skin was slightly painful. Even though there was a layer of golden light flowing on his body, it seemed that he could not resist such a poison array...
Prince Yu took a deep breath, tried to steady himself, and then raised his arms...
Swish, swish, swish!
Several golden swords of light detached from his body and floated in the air. The golden short swords were dazzling and spun rapidly around him. At the same time, the sound of swords chirping rang out between heaven and earth...
"Sword formation!"
"Damn it, do all the geniuses in the Tianxuan Continent know how to use formations?" Jing Hang's heart trembled slightly, and the next moment...
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Amid the sharp friction sound that made one's teeth ache, several golden short swords pierced through the poison array...
The black poisonous fog, like a wisp of smoke, was burned by the golden light and disappeared completely between heaven and earth...
Each move of Prince Yu contained the energy of a true dragon, which seemed to have a strong inhibitory effect on Jing Hang's poisonous fog...
(End of this chapter)