Fantasy script: I am the villain of destiny

Ye Xuan felt the movement behind him and smiled knowingly, looking at the stone statue in front of him.

"Looks like I can't be left behind."

Indeed, as Wan Tiansheng guessed, the holy king who disappeared from the holy clan back then is likely to be in the holy tower of this town.

It's just that this layer is not just a stone statue of a saint, but a full two.

One is the familiar Ice Spirit Clan Holy King, and the other is the Crimson Demon Clan Holy King.

The Crimson Demons belong to a relatively small number of races in the Saint Race, but each of these races is powerful and brutal. Once someone provokes them, they will never die, and they especially hate the Human Race.

Ye Xuan lay down on the ground with his hands on the pillow, not so anxious to fight, just looking at the sea of ​​​​clouds and the sky.

"The holy tower of the town, the holy kings of all ethnic groups, what is the purpose of making such a big fanfare?"

"Who are you?"

"If you really exist, are you looking at us like a monkey?"

"Or is it you who control these holy kings?"

The world was silent, only the spring breeze surrounded him, and naturally no one answered his question.

But Ye Xuan didn't expect it, after all, it would be scary if someone came out to answer.

He turned over and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "It doesn't matter, then I'll find the answer myself."

"I can't believe I can't find it if I have broken through the nine-story tower."

Ye Xuan looked at the two statues of the saints and said loudly, "Come to fight!"

As if responding to Ye Xuan, the two stone statues of saint kings that had been in dust for a long time gradually began to recover, and the amazing evil spirit swept through layers of air waves.

Ye Xuan said with a tsk, "The two Eighth-level Reverence Martial Realm, I'm afraid that in the Saint Clan, it's also an existence on one side, and they really look down on me."

"It's just that, the vitality has been plundered and sealed for a long time. I am afraid that the strength can only be exerted at the seventh level of the Venerable Martial Realm."

Even if it is only at the seventh level of the Revered Martial Realm, there are two of them after all, and it is not easy for Ye Xuan.

The sage king of the ice spirit clan looked down at Ye Xuan expressionlessly, raised his foot and stomped the ground lightly, and the power of terrifying Senhan exploded in an instant.

In an instant, the frost was thousands of miles away, and one after another sharp icicles pierced from the ground, creating a forest of ice crystals.

Ye Xuan stepped on the wind and avoided the ice crystals that were comparable to divine soldiers. He loosened his rigid body slightly, and his expression was slightly solemn.

"This guy seems to be a little stronger than the Ice Spirit Saint King I saw before."

A piercing sound of breaking the air came!

Ye Xuan's eyes widened and he narrowly avoided a blood-colored arrow feather, and then the Holy King of the Ice Spirit Clan seized the opportunity for Ye Xuan to dodge, and unexpectedly summoned another ice blade at his foothold.

Ye Xuan smashed the oncoming ice blade with both fists, and then avoided this extremely dangerous cooperation.

Ye Xuan touched the small scar on his face that was rubbed by the blood-colored arrow feathers, then raised his head to look at the sea of ​​​​clouds that had been smashed by a sword, and finally stared at the Holy King of the Ice Spirit Tribe and the Red Devil holding a blood-colored bow. Holy King.

"It turns out that you will cooperate."

A silver spear appeared in Ye Xuan's hand, and he said blankly, "Then I'm welcome."

Ye Xuan took the shape of a long spear and turned into a long rainbow. During the period, there were constantly dense ice blades and blood-colored arrow feathers, which were all broken by Ye Xuan with the long spear in his hand.

Wan Tiansheng, who was adjusting his breath because he just broke through, saw this scene, was shocked for a moment, and asked.

"When did Brother Qingyi become good at spear art? Why have I never seen him play it?"

Zhengyi looked solemn, "I have never seen it before, but what Qingyi is good at has always been complex and varied, even if it is known, it is not uncommon."

"It just surprises me that Qingyi's spear realm is so unbelievable."

Isn't it incredible to be able to fight back and forth with two holy kings just with a long spear in his hand?

Wan Tiansheng seemed to remember something and frowned.

"The Crimson Demons have always been brutal, and they are very good at fighting alone or even fighting over the ranks. Even the same Saints are not willing to provoke them, Brother Qingyi..."

Zhengyi was silent.

Ye Xuan galloped on the frost with a spear in one hand, the tip of the spear slashed across the ice and ignited a faint blue flame.

An iceberg with a height of dozens of feet fell out of thin air.

Ye Xuan's eyes were sharp, and he swung the gun into the air with one hand, and the iceberg was split in half. However, under the cover of the iceberg, the Holy King of the Crimson Demon clan slashed towards Ye Xuan with a blood-red longbow in both hands.

Ye Xuan, as if he had already expected it, shot ahead.

A loud bang.

The ice surface of the earth was broken in two and closed like a book, and a figure escaped when the ice layer closed.

Ye Xuan looked at the Crimson Demon Saint King who smashed the ice, and said, "My dear, can a bow be used as a knife?"

The Holy King of the Crimson Demons, who had been dead for an unknown number of years, naturally did not answer his question.

It has to be said that the strength of the two holy kings of the seventh level of the Venerable Martial Realm has indeed caused Ye Xuan some trouble.

But it's just trouble.

The Holy King of the Crimson Demons, who was supposed to fight at a distance, started to run towards Ye Xuan with a giant bow, while the Holy King of the Ice Spirit behind him held a giant sword, but a storm of ice crystals condensed.

Ye Xuan exhaled a cold breath, thrust the spear into the ground in front of him, and said with a smile.

"I can warn you in advance that you will suffer if you continue to approach."

It's just that the Holy King of the Crimson Demons turned a deaf ear, holding the terrifying scarlet evil spirit as if to crush the ant Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan choked with one hand and spit out two words with a smile on his face.

"Thunderfall."

The sky, which was originally a clear sky, condensed thousands of miles of dark clouds for no reason, and the thunder was rolling in thousands of miles.

The Holy King of the Crimson Demons was only one step away from Ye Xuan, but he was punished by thunder from the sky and spread all over his body.

Ye Xuan squinted at the Holy King of the Crimson Demons who gradually turned into coke and knelt down. He squinted and smiled, "I warned you a long time ago, but I just didn't listen."

Ye Xuan pulled out the long spear wrapped around thunder and lightning, "I'll send you on the road first."

Just when he was about to take the lead in eliminating the Crimson Demon Saint King, an icicle suddenly rose from the ground and flew it backwards.

The Ice Spirit Saint King actually took action to help the Red Devil Saint King treat his injuries, but within a few breaths, the injury caused by the thunder on the Red Devil Saint King was temporarily sealed by frost.

Ye Xuan let out a sigh, "I've never heard that the Ice Spirit Clan and the Crimson Demon Clan have a good relationship?"

The Crimson Demons stood up, their scarlet eyes fixed on Ye Xuan, and then they stretched out their palms and wiped their necks.

His eyes were full of contempt and cruelty.

Ye Xuan didn't speak, just started running wild again with a thunder gun in hand.

One person fights two holy kings, and the battle is thousands of miles away, and the thunder resounds thousands of miles away!