Ye Chuyao stood in the center of the sea of ​​tornado flowers, her expression remaining calm the entire time.

"It's powerful, but it's still not good enough!" she murmured to herself.

The next moment, she stomped hard on the void beneath her feet with the short spear in her hand.

With a loud bang, an extremely powerful golden shock wave spread out in all directions with her as the center.

The endless sea of ​​flowers around them collapsed and withered instantly when they were touched by this shock wave.

The carefully prepared big move was broken, and a powerful backlash force swept through the body of Baihua Sheng.

Her pretty face turned pale in an instant.

"Bang, bang, bang." She stepped back uncontrollably, her eyes full of shock.

She knew Ye Chuyao was very strong, but it was still unbelievable that he was this strong.

The attack just now was one of her most powerful weapons, but it was still broken by the opponent with a single blow.

At this moment, Ye Chuyao's indifferent voice came from a distance:

"It's impolite not to reciprocate!"

"Try to take this move."

She was seen holding a short spear in her hand, throwing it at the Saint of Flowers like a javelin.

With a whoosh, the short spear, carrying with it a terrifying destructive force, instantly arrived not far in front of the Hundred Flowers Saint.

The pupils of the Saint of Flowers suddenly shrank.

He quickly waved the long silk belt on his clothes, dancing it like a spirit snake, and entwined himself with the attacking short spear.

However, the attack of the short spear was too sharp. Her long silk belt was torn apart by the spear tip in an instant, and she was unable to block it at all.

Finally, the short spear pierced into her shoulder in an instant as she looked terrified.

With a "puff", the short spear pierced through the shoulder of the Hundred Flowers Saint.

The powerful inertia caused her body to fly backwards, spilling countless blood along the way.

Ye Chuyao casually waved his hand and caught a drop of blood.

Then she used the void as paper and her blood as ink, and her fingers kept carving something in the void.

In just a blink of an eye, she drew a strange spell emitting blood.

Then, three silver needles appeared out of thin air in her hand.

"go!"

She whistled softly, and the silver needle in her hand shot out instantly.

They are respectively inserted in different positions of the talisman.

The next moment, the Hundred Flowers Saint, who had just stabilized his body, suddenly froze.

She felt completely out of control of her body.

The three major acupoints, Yintang, Tanzhong and Shu, felt extremely painful, as if they were burning.

She just hung in the air with her body stiff, her eyes full of fear.

From the time Baihua Sheng attacked to Ye Chuyao's counterattack, the fight between the two sides was extremely fast.

At this moment, a bloody hole appeared on the shoulder of Baihua Sheng, and his body was suspended in the void like a puppet.

The faces of Xisisheng and others all changed drastically.

“Swish, swish, swish~”

They teleported in front of the Hundred Flowers Saint at the same time.

Xisisheng: "Friend Hua, how are you?"

Yao Sheng: "Here is a healing medicine, take it quickly."

Sword Saint: "Friend Hua, why are you standing still? What's going on?"

However, the Hundred Flowers Saint couldn't move his body and couldn't even speak.

But her eyes were filled with fear, as if she was begging them to rescue her.

At this moment, Ye Chuyao's voice came from not far away:

"Don't bother!"

"Using her blood as a guide, I cast the God Control Spell!"

"Now she can't speak or move, like a puppet."

"As long as you want, you can kill her with just a thought!"

"God-controlling spell?"

The three saints all changed their expressions.

They had never heard of this technique.

But looking at Baihua Sheng's look, they believed that Ye Chuyao was not lying.

눁 Fight one, and the opponent has controlled one of them so quickly.

This result made the three of them feel even more depressed, and everyone fell silent for a while.

At this moment, Xisi Sheng took a deep breath and said to Ye Chuyao:

"Fairy Lingyin, after all, there is no deep hatred between our Great Sage and you, right?"

"If you really have any grudges, please tell us clearly. We will definitely find a way to compensate you."

"I just hope you can end your alliance with the Luxiao Demon Sect!"

"Afterwards, our great sage will give you a valuable gift."

Xi Sisheng knew very well that if all of them were defeated by Ye Chuyao.

When the time comes and the people from the Demon-Slaying Sect come out of the formation, they will surely slaughter the Saint's disciples wantonly.

Then the Great Sage will really be destroyed.

Compared with the hatred with the Luxiao Demon Sect, there doesn't seem to be any unsolvable feud between them and the Wanyao Pavilion.

Even if Ye Chuyao released the Wolf King at Xisi Saint that night, causing serious damage to Xisi Saint.

But Xisisheng has decided to swallow his anger and forget about this grudge for the time being.

궝耀圣덿 and 꽭劍圣덿 looked at each other but did not say anything in opposition.

They have already seen how difficult Ye Chuyao is. Since even the Saint Xisi can let go of his hatred and compromise with the Fairy Lingyin, how could they not accept it?

.......

Ye Chuyao was slightly stunned by Xi Sisheng's words.

She never expected that the other party would admit it halfway through the fight.

He even gave her a valuable gift in order to get her to end her alliance with the Luxiao Demon Sect.

However, Ye Chuyao would not be fooled by Xisisheng's few words.

These saintly people are the most vindictive. They have suffered many losses at her hands, so how could they let it go so easily?

Moreover, she was a saint, and because of Ye Chuyao, there were countless strong men who died in her hands directly or indirectly.

She didn't believe that Sisi Shengbo would be so magnanimous as to ignore such a deep hatred.

"Humph, these guys just realized that the battle situation is not favorable to them, so they said such things to calm down."

"Once they recover, they will definitely find ways to deal with it."

"After all, with the pride of the Great Saint, they would not allow a powerful force to threaten them all the time."

Ye Chuyao's mind was very clear.

How could I be fooled by just a few words from the other party?

"Haha, you guys are really adaptable!"

"When he had the upper hand, he was extremely arrogant. Now that he has found an opponent who is not as good as him, he wants to end the battle."

"You don't think the whole world revolves around you, the Great Saint, do you?"

At this point, Ye Chuyao's eyes suddenly turned cold:

"How can I allow others to snore beside my bed?"

"Today, I will bury all of you, the Great Saint, here."

"As long as the Great Sage is destroyed, what other forces can threaten our Wanyao Pavilion?"

"So, stop having these crooked ideas!"

"Just accept your death."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Chuyao appeared in front of the three saints in a flash.

Her palm carried a destructive force, and she slapped Xisi Sheng and the others three times in succession.

Seeing that she was so stubborn, Xisisheng and the others looked extremely gloomy.

"Don't hide anything, just use all your desperate means!"

"Today, this witch must be killed on the spot."

The words of the Saint contain endless murderous intent.

"good!"

Yaosheng and Jiansheng responded at the same time.

They each used their own methods and tried their best to fight Ye Chuyao.

.......

In less than a cup of tea, Ye Chuyao had already decided the outcome of the battle with them.

In the void, the Saint Sisi had disheveled hair and a blood-red palm print appeared on his left chest.

At this moment, his face was as pale as gold paper, with bright red blood hanging from the corners of his mouth.

The look he gave Ye Chuyao was filled with a hint of despair.

As for Yao Sheng, his left arm had long disappeared, and his clothes were tattered and in tatters, looking extremely shabby.

Like the Saint of Xisi, his aura was equally weak.

As for the last Sword Saint, he covered his mouth and kept coughing up blood.

His left leg was also missing, and the wound was extremely smooth, apparently having been severed in an instant by a sharp blade.

In addition, in the distance, there is the Flower Saint who is like a puppet, unable to move or speak.

This challenge ended with Ye Chuyao's complete victory.

......

Looking at their miserable appearance, Ye Chuyao smiled slightly. At that moment, her charm was like a hundred flowers blooming, extremely bright and gorgeous.

"How is it? Didn't expect it?"

"The famous 눁Great Sage덿, ended up in such a miserable state at the hands of this seat!"

"From now on, there will be no more Great Sages in the world!"

"All of you go to hell!"

She flicked her fingers repeatedly, and three sharp sword auras shot out towards the three Saints of Silk, but missed the Saint of Hundred Flowers.

Today, several great saints are already at the end of their strength.

Faced with Ye Chuyao's casual attack, they actually felt powerless to resist.

Suddenly, Xisi Sheng's eyes turned fierce, and he performed an unknown secret technique.

The next moment, his body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally, it exploded in front of Ye Chuyao's surprised gaze.

A powerful shock wave shot towards Ye Chuyao, forcing her to take action to block it.

Taking advantage of this moment, a stream of light shot out from the exploding flesh and blood, and faintly one could see an illusory little man attached to a purple talisman flying rapidly in the direction of the Silk Saint.

The speed was so fast that even Ye Chuyao couldn't catch up.

At the same time, an invisible flame suddenly began to burn around the Sword Saint's body.

Under the burning of the flames, his flesh quickly melted away, and in the end only a small golden sword was left hanging in the air.

The next moment, with a "swish" sound, the golden sword pierced through the void and disappeared in an instant. Its speed was no slower than that of the Silk Saint.

The crazy actions of the two made Yaosheng slightly stunned.

Just as he was stunned, the sword energy instantly came in front of him and pierced through his forehead with a "puff".

Yaosheng's figure suddenly froze.

Then the light in his eyes disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He was only a little slow, and ended up dying.

Looking at the direction where the Silk Saint and the Sword Saint left, Ye Chuyao's eyes rarely showed a touch of admiration:

"These two guys are really cruel!"

"One self-destructs the body, and then attaches the soul to the divine talisman to escape."

"The other one is even more ruthless. He directly burns his soul, not only melting his body, but even destroying most of his soul power, all in exchange for extreme speed."

"Sure enough, a guy who can be a saint is not such a waste!"

After saying that, she glanced at the body of the fallen Yaosheng and said, "Of course, except for this old thing!"

"Although those two guys managed to escape with their lives, their strength must have been greatly damaged and they no longer pose any threat."

"Next it's the turn of the Flower Saint!"

"I just don't know, which one does she value more, dignity or life?"

With this thought in mind, she walked step by step to the front of the Hundred Flowers Saint.