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"I hope you can forgive me for not answering," said Yan Xiaobao, his voice stable, as if he was not scared by the saint in front of him. His cold eyes and his slaughtered intentions caused the tall saint to be shocked for a while. Not long after, he began to laugh, "I understand, I understand." He smiled and said, "Well, don't worry, I will lift your head to me, your actual level is meaningless."

"Well, why don't we know if you have the ability to do this," said Yan Xiaobao as he summoned his golden martial wings. He flew into the sky, allowing the red mist to roll outward, causing the little wolf head to appear. The red mist made them, their eyes glittering like rubies, and their teeth as sharp as razor blades. Many wolf heads howled loudly as they rushed towards the expert who was still standing on the wall. His face was filled with incredible things as he saw the wolf flying in the sky. It seemed as if he was a mixture of more than one beast, but it was something he had never heard of before.

Unfortunately, the expert was not so easily pushed away, and he quickly recovered his calmness as he blocked the wolf's head with Wuwei. When he saw that although he used a barrier, his eyes were surprised again, one of the wolf still managed to chew his legs and sucked a lot of blood.

Seeing this, Yan Xiaobao understood that he was underestimated, and his eyes became as cold as the coldest winter. His lips curled up with a sneer and his whole body began to burn with blue flames. He was waiting for the opportunity to blow the saints into crispy. Although there were major differences in the two in governing, Yan Xiaobao couldn't help but feel that as long as he was looked down upon, he would have the upper hand.

The Saint was a little shocked to see the blue flames appearing on Yan Xiaobao. He was a saint, and he knew that blue flames were very rare. They required a lot of energy to create, and these flames were much more dangerous than the red normal flames controlled by most experts.

A smile slid onto the Saint's face as he looked at the young werewolf completely covered in blue flames. His hands clutched the handle of the warhammer, and his eyes glittered as he looked at the young man in front of him. "It seems like you have a lot of secrets," said St., licking his lips excitedly. "Because you have a lot of secrets, it makes sense that you are Big Marshall. What's more, this type of power. How can you become so powerful than you just now?" He said they were acquaintances who first met, with polite interests with each other rather than two experts meeting in the battlefield.

After being asked all these questions, Yan Xiaobao remained silent. Although his opponent seemed relatively relaxed and talkative, he had the ability to show that way. On the other hand, Yan Xiaobao was running on Lan Feng's power, which was limited.

Seeing Yan Xiaobao answering unintentionally, the tall saint sighed deeply, as if someone had taken away his greatest pleasure. His cheerful expression had become a little sour, as he began to spin the warhammer into a circle, as if it was as light as a feather. His face no longer showed happiness, but instead, he was full of troubles.

"I really wish you had something hidden in your sleeves," said the Holy, his voice now low and threatening, his whole demeanor was completely different from what he had before. "I don't know what it means to relax. I will come to you with everything I have," he said, holding a hammer in his hand, which made Yan Xiaobao feel a little worried. Although he was a beast, he had a power he had not had before, and he was standing in front of the saints now. A saint who was much stronger than him, didn't even mention a large-scale warhammer. The blow of that hammer could completely crush his body.

Yan Xiaobao's eyes were staring at the man in front of him. He was already worried about the battle, but he had no choice but to go all out. Listening to the sounds around him, he heard loud conflicts and shock waves mixed together, shocking his body and making him sway where he stood. Yan Xiaobao was shocked, guessing that the other saints were already fighting. It is very likely that the other saints had participated in the battle, which means that none of them could help them, let him fight alone a powerful saint who was fighting many of them.

While Yan Xiaobao was thinking, he immediately felt danger appeared before him and withdrew from the Saint as quickly as possible. "Oh, good job!" The Saint praised his warhammer for hitting Yan Xiaobao's place less than a second ago, and without waiting for a moment, the warhammer turned to his new position in the air.

After feeling the danger, Yan Xiaobao activated the speed flow to the limit to avoid avoiding the warhammer from him from all angles. This made him feel more and more dangerous because he was under pressure. Although Yan Xiaobao wanted to move forward, it was actually impossible for him, because the warhammer kept spinning and attacking him.

Yan Xiaobao gritted his teeth and observed the pattern of the tall man waving the warhammer. At first, he looked completely random when he swung the hammer, but after avoiding about twenty blows, he finally found a pattern. Seeing this scene, the holy eyes glittered in surprise and his lips curled up into a smile. A childish joy appeared on his face, which made Yan Xiaobao more worried than before.

He held the hammer with one hand and touched a stone on his belt, and the other appeared. Suddenly, two hammers were raining on him, making it even harder to be hit. Turning back, Yan Xiaobao looked at the experts in front of him and saw cold sweats appearing on him. To advance rather than retreat, he needed to be hit from the hammer, and just one blow was enough to seriously injured him. However, he could not continue to retreat. With the determination in his eyes, Yan Xiaobao focused on the flow of speed while watching the hammer. He slowly went in and out. Everything seemed to slow down, as he slowly took a step forward instead of backward. Next was another step, his body twisted and his waist turned.

His body had twisted to its limits, and it was impossible for him to completely avoid the hammer that landed on him. Realizing that he would be hit, whether it was to let Yan Xiaobao turn as much as possible, making sure the hammer hit only one of his arms.

A trembling sound was heard before the sound of the broken bones reached Yan Xiaobao's ears, followed by the most painful thing he experienced when his entire arm was numb. Although Yan Xiaobao hoped to look at his arm, he knew it was his only chance to attack, and the dagger in his hand pierced the chest of the saint in front of him. Unfortunately, it did not kill the saint deep enough, but blood poured out from the wound and the saint immediately retreated. His eyes were filled with surprise as the two warriors stared at each other.

Now they finally retreated, whether it was a beast or a human, Yan Xiaobao finally had the opportunity to look at his arm, and when he saw something there, or rather, something that didn't exist there, he felt dizzy. The only thing left was a bloody tree stump with bones protruding out. Looking around, he soon found a wounded arm lying on the ground; his arm, or what was left.

"You idiot, what should we do without that arm?" Lan Feng was shocked; his eyes were full of disbelief, his voice was very high. He was filled with fear, worry and regret. Yan Xiaobao managed to stab the saints, but the stabbing was painful, but it was not enough to kill the saints in front of them. On the contrary, they left their entire arm. Blood gushed out of the wound, and Yan Xiaobao had to use his Wuwei to stop the bleeding, otherwise he would die of blood within an hour.

Looking at the arms on the ground, Yan Xiaobao gritted his teeth and his cheeks began to hurt. Unfortunately, he knew nothing about his treatment, and the pearls in his dantian cave were the ones he knew the most. As for why the Green Pearl refused to help him, unlike the Blue Clouds and Red Mist, Yan Xiaobao really didn't know, but now what he needed is some ways to reconnect his arms.

"I will help you now," a gentle female voice rang out from his lower Dandan. "I will heal you, I will continue to heal you for the next hour, but after an hour, for the rest of the war, I will not expect any help. I will not help you."

Yan Xiaobao was completely surprised when he heard the voice. He had never heard the sound before, but he soon understood that the green pearl he had vowed had decided to help him. Although it was only once, it was indeed a great help. Yan Xiaobao nodded and his eyes were confirmed.

The expert on the other side spent a lot of time treating himself, and he kept paying attention to Yan Xiaobao. He was surprised when the young man did not attack him, and even more so when he noticed the young man closed his eyes for a moment.

Yan Xiaobao opened his eyes, the blue eyes that were once filled with green light. A lamp slowly began to glow from his entire body. Using velocity                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

He was considered a decent healer, but he had never seen anyone's body heal so easily, but he now understood one thing. There was no doubt that the man before him was more dangerous than he expected. The Great Marshall of the Beast was dangerous. He possessed powers that the saint had never seen before and had never heard of. His mission was to stop playing with this man anymore. It was time for him to attack the man before him with all his might; it was time to take it seriously.

Yan Xiaobao seemed to agree with this. His eyes were focused and his body was covered with blue flames again. When he fired towards the saints in front of him, his eyes were still flashing green. He no longer bothered to avoid the hammer, and suddenly a severe pain appeared, because one of his legs was broken just to allow the green energy to heal again immediately.

Continuing forward, Yan Xiaobao managed to touch the saint before exiting. He passed some blue flames to the saints, and fed the elemental affinity of the blue maple to soar in the sky. It was rooted in the saints and began to burn him ruthlessly, causing the burning smell to float in the air. Yan Xiaobao smiled when he saw the saints using his own martial power to extinguish the flames. He rushed forward again, this time, Yan Xiaobao aimed his dagger at the saint's throat. As he approached the saint, his eyes were locked on the target, and his hands felt stable, and the saint seemed to be a live torch.

Through the impact of the flame, Yan Xiaobao just scratched his neck and drew a little blood, but although the saint was only focused on extinguishing the flame, his intuition was incredible. His body automatically got rid of the danger on his body. Yan Xiaobao glanced at the saint who was staring at him. One hand slowly depicted the thin cut on his neck, and his eyes were filled with incredible.

Although he had retreated, he still cut a little with a knife. It seemed that he finally understood that the young man in front of him was indeed a threat. A man was able to heal successfully every time he was injured, and a man with class resistance. A man who could forcefully increase his rank from king to saint, using the energy of martial power and mist, while using daggers to make heaven ignore skills. He was indeed a huge threat to mankind. Even without his knowledge of war, his power was enough to be regarded as a huge threat, which meant that he had to die at all costs.

When he felt that his slash at the holy neck was because he knew he would be smashed by a hammer and would retreat if he stayed. Although Yan Xiaobao should be much weaker than the expert in front of him, the gray-haired young man really let the tall saint run for his money. The young man had the ability to hurt him, not once but twice, and he even managed to avoid the attack of an expert who should have been much stronger than him.

Standing opposite each other, neither of them focused on the rest of the war. They both knew that if they did not wish to be a surprising person, they needed to focus on each other. Shaking his hammer, the tall saint rushed into his eyes again, showing his inner emotions. It was obvious that Yan Xiaobao survived so far due to his own negligence that if he focused, he could almost immediately deal with the young, weak male.

Yan Xiaobao had to agree with the tall man in front of him. Although he was pushed far away and had to use all his power, including the ability he learned from his previous life, he was still at a clear disadvantage when he was in power. When he stored black blood in a storage stone, he sighed and let the blue energy line shoot out of his body. Seeing this, the man in front of him narrowed his eyes. Yan Xiaobao had already used the red mist energy, belonging to the magical beast, and even Wu Wei. Wu Wei belonged to human cultivators and divine beasts, but now, energy he had never seen and had never heard of before, is withdrawing from the young man's hands. The tall saints remained vigilant and observed more of the behavior of this blue energy.

The energy has no effect except circling around Yan Xiaobao's body. "That damn wolf head is best dealt with a huge force. Although it performs well in a battle, it is not enough to defeat this tall idiot," Yan Xiaobao said to himself, as he increased the length of blue. The clues around him. The young man slowly appeared a kind of tranquility, allowing him to fully analyze everything that happened to him without feeling afraid. The blue cloud calmed his thoughts and allowed him to pay close attention to everything immediately.

"Well, that's that." He paid tribute to velocity flow as fast as possible. He was filled with lightning in the tall saint, and he was fully aware that he would be hit by a hammer in one place or another. Although the Green Pearl agreed to heal him, the pain of this blow, or the tearing of his limbs, was very real, but as long as the Green Pearl could heal him, Yan Xiaobao was willing to bear any pain.

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Chapter completed!