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Compared to the Holy Son of Sword, the Holy Son of Ice's words made the Holy Son of Wind even more angry. "You are really useless, what use do you have!"

"Damn it, you two, if I hadn't been injured and failed to participate in the selection and missed the Holy Spirit Pill, I would have been able to advance to Sainthood! Would it be your turn to be here to ridicule me?"

Seeing that the three of them were quarreling, Butterfly relaxed a little and let the Holy Son of Wind scold louder, letting them bite each other, so as to buy as much time as possible.

"Why bother arguing with him? Take action!"

The Holy Son of Sword also had a bad temper. He picked up the silver sword in his hand and slashed at the Holy Son of Wind first! The long sword in his hand raised a fierce sword energy, the momentum was amazing!

"Lefa Dieying!"

The blue butterfly wings spread out behind the butterfly, causing a piercing thunderous sound, and it took the Son of Wind to dodge and fly to the rooftop!

"Fuck you, you actually cut me! I must report this to the judge of the temple when I go back!" The Holy Son of Wind cursed loudly. The sword just now was extremely fast and powerful. It had at least 70% of the power, and it was just a soul palace. He was in such a state that even if he was struck by a sword, he would not die.

At the same time, I also gained a new understanding of Butterfly's speed. This man's speed is so terrifying that even if the Holy Son of Thunder is afraid, he can't compare with it.

Butterfly was not used to these random guys. She had dodged the sword attack just now, but the nearby shops in the direction of the sword energy suffered disaster. Several shops were destroyed, which showed its power.

She didn't dare to stay away from this place. If these two saints rushed into the shop directly, Jiang Ying might not even have much chance to resist.

Before the Holy Son of Sword attacks, directly mention the Holy Son of Wind.

"Does he still need to be a hostage?"

"Miss, please help yourself. I will go to worship him next year." The Holy Son of Ice looked at the Holy Son of Wind with a sneer, as if he was eager for Butterfly to take action.

"You are so unpopular." Butterfly really didn't dare to do anything casually at this moment. After all, behind this person was the Holy City, and she didn't want to cause trouble for Su Qingfeng.

The problem is, now that he is captured, there is no way to kill or release him. Instead, he has become a burden.

The Holy Son of Ice stared at the butterfly with twinkling eyes, and continued to speak without knowing what he was thinking. "Miss, why do you insist on holding on? How about this, I make the decision to let your friend go, and you let the guy in my hand go?"

"Ok?"

Butterfly frowned slightly and let each of them go?

Qiu Junxin could see that Butterfly was uncertain, but she guessed what the Holy Son of Ice was thinking. "No! Butterfly, don't promise him!"

"Even if we are let go, we won't be able to become a fighting force, but they will have one more fighting force!"

With a word that woke up the dreamer, Butterfly suddenly realized how she had forgotten that except for Dark Crow and Seabell, everyone else was still in the Soul Palace realm and couldn't escape at all.

"Despicable!" Butterfly thought for a long time but couldn't think of a better adjective.

The Holy Son of Ice shrugged, spread his hands with a helpless expression, and then turned to look at Qiu Yunxin, his expression suddenly changed.

"Who told you to talk too much!"

An extremely cold spiritual power radiated from his body, and a dense spiritual power gathered in his palm.

"Not good!" Butterfly's pupils shrank suddenly, and he ignored the Holy Son of the Wind. His thunder and lightning wings spread out, and his thunder spirit power was fully activated.

Go straight to the Son of Ice.

"Oh!"

Halfway through, an astonishing spiritual collision broke out. Butterfly and the Son of Sword collided with each other. The Son of Sword stared at Butterfly with eyes like a torch.

"You are so impudent that you dare to attack the Holy Son. Die!"

The Holy Son of Sword turned his wrist while holding the sword, and spiritual power was poured into the sword body. In just a moment, the heavy sword force pressed against Butterfly.

Seeing that the Holy Son of Ice on the opposite side was about to take action, Butterfly immediately pulled away and distanced himself with a sharp look.

"Lefa·Incarnation!" "Thunder Breath Technique!"

The butterfly's figure flashed and transformed into three people, speeding towards the Son of Sword from three angles.

The butterflies came so fast, and these three butterflies all contained great spiritual power. For a moment, the Holy Son of Sword couldn't tell which one was his true form.

After all, he was also the Holy Son of the Holy City. He reacted immediately and swung three swords in his hand instantly. "Sword Skill·Three-Point Volley!"

Three consecutive sword energy attacks the butterfly.

Butterfly's clone couldn't resist the blow that entered the Saint Realm. Butterfly couldn't resist the blow at all, and was defeated one by one. Then everyone in the Saint Son of Sword was stunned.

These three people are all clones. Where did Butterfly go?

Behind, harsh thunder suddenly sounded. Butterfly's true body bypassed the Holy Son of Sword and rushed directly between the Holy Son of Ice and Qiu Yunxin. In her palm, blue thunder burst out with harsh thunder.

"Lefa Thunder Break!"

The Holy Son of Ice seemed not surprised by the butterfly's appearance, but instead raised the corners of his mouth to reveal a sneer. "I knew you could rush here, so I'll wait for you for a while!"

"Ice power·Ice embedded!"

The feeling of oppression coming from the Saint Realm came towards me, but Butterfly couldn't avoid it, and faced off head-on with the Son of Ice!

one breath

two breaths

three breaths

It was only three breaths of time, but Butterfly felt that the time was extremely long.

The Holy Son of Ice raised his eyebrows slightly. "Hey~ You can actually receive a palm from me. It's not bad for you to be able to do this for someone with the strength of the Li Mortal Realm. It's a pity that it's not enough!"

After the words fell, the ice spiritual power suddenly increased, the surrounding temperature was terrifyingly cold, and a thin layer of ice crystals was visible to the naked eye covering the butterfly's arms.

Seeing the ice crystals getting thicker and thicker, the butterfly was unable to retreat, trying its best to mobilize the remaining spiritual power in its body.

The crowd watching this not far away also saw that Butterfly's strength was considered good for the same level, but that was all, because facing a strong person who had entered the Saint Realm at the first level, no matter how hard he struggled, it was in vain.

The group of people drinking tea have put down their teacups and are staring here. "Sister Xia, what a pity. If she was the only one, she should have a chance to escape."

Sister Xia looked at the butterfly without much ups and downs. "It's useless to talk more. It has something to do with the abyss. As long as it's in this Linglong City, it doesn't matter where you escape."

"What's more, facing two powerful men who have entered the Saint Realm, she has nowhere to escape!"

After saying that, she looked at the Son of Sword on the other side. If these two people had joined forces from the beginning, Butterfly would have no chance to fight back.

The Holy Son of Sword approached the shop, the sword glowing in his hand, and his spiritual power had already been gathered to cope with emergencies.

It was pitch dark inside the shop, and it was impossible to see what was going on inside from the outside.

The moment the Son of Sword first stepped into the shop, an inexplicable strange feeling came over him.

The shop was filled with the rich spiritual power of pure wood, and he could even hear the sound of the trees growing.

In the darkness, a white figure suddenly rushed out. The Sword Saint's eyes only felt blurry, and he hurriedly raised his sword to block it in front of him, and then a powerful force struck him.

The whole person was knocked upside down and flew out.

The Son of Sword quickly inserted his sword into the ground to stabilize his body, and looked at the entrance of the shop, his eyes full of horror, what is going on! He was attacked without even seeing what was going on inside! It was broad daylight, could it be possible that we had seen a ghost?