Chapter 513: Ploting for Saint Laurent

The tall bridge and tilted suspension cables stand in the distance and you can see a figure climbing up quickly, and the scene is thrilling!

Dangdangdangdangdangdang!

The holy light attack continued to hit the suspension cable beside Zhao Yan, splashing out a white rain of light.

Zhao Yan ignored it and gritted his teeth and climbed higher and higher.

After a while, he climbed to the height of the bridge pier, which was several hundred meters away from the ground. Saint Laurent could no longer attack him by taking advantage of the height.

"Boy, do you think I'm no match for you when you climb to a high place?"

Saint Laurent snorted coldly, floating in the air like a white ghost. In fact, he consumed a huge amount of spiritual power at this moment, and now he landed on the top of the bridge pier.

"It saves some effort!" Saint Laurent walked towards Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan raised his hand and took out the piece of ice cold iron. After using spiritual power to activate it, the ice cold power suddenly overflowed and turned into a long frost sword.

"It's just a cold and iron. Do you think my cultivation level is still afraid of the cold?"

Saint Laurent snorted coldly, his body suddenly shook, and a spiritual barrier was instantly placed outside his body.

With this spiritual barrier, the icy iron in Zhao Yan's hand cannot cause any damage to him!

Then, he took the silver cross in his hand and swung forward with a wave!

Boom boom boom boom.

The two of them fought at the top of the bridge pier of the cross-river bridge. From time to time, they saw white light rain falling from above, and they didn't know what it was.

Bang!

The silver cross of holy light hit Zhao Yan again, and Zhao Yan was completely at a disadvantage in such a battle.

Saint Laurent's strength is so terrifying. He is already a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building. He is more advanced and powerful in both combat skills and weapons in his hands!

Although Zhao Yan's icy iron would be frozen into ice wherever he went, Saint Laurent's body was surrounded by a powerful spiritual barrier, completely isolated from the damage of the frost!

The Holy Light Cross in Saint Laurent's hand is also very powerful, and it can easily break through the spiritual barrier released by Zhao Yan!

"Your spiritual barrier is also trying to block me?" Saint Laurent snorted coldly, and the Holy Light Cross hit Zhao Yan's back again.

boom!

A holy light hit Zhao Yan's back, and a large amount of white light suddenly exploded into a rain of light and scattered from the air!

And in this white light, Zhao Yan was beaten and vomited a mouthful of blood. He had encountered the strongest crisis in history!

The strong man in the middle stage of foundation building is not something he can deal with at this moment! It is definitely a crush!

"Boy, if you are honestly controlled by me, I can still make you live, which is better than being beaten to death by me!" Saint Laurent grinned proudly, and continued to take pictures of the Holy Light Cross in his hand without mercy!

"You dream, I would rather die than let you control me!" Zhao Yan spit out a mouthful of blood, waved the icy iron in his hand, and pounced on him again.

"Silly young man, I have said long ago that your short stick is useless to me!"

A ferocious look appeared on Saint Laurent's face, and he no longer showed mercy. The cross of the Holy Light in his hand suddenly lit up under his full force, and then suddenly smashed it down towards Zhao Yan!

Only a loud bang was heard, and the entire body hit Zhao Yan's body. An astonishing amount of white light splashed out in all directions. Under this blow, Zhao Yan's body could no longer maintain balance and fell directly from the high bridge pillar!

Looking at Zhao Yan, who was falling down like a meteorite, Saint Laurent's face was full of coldness. He held a silver cross in his hand and stood at the edge of the highest end of the bridge pillar. He watched down and spit out two words, "Looking for death!"

However, what he didn't expect was that the moment he fell from a high altitude, Zhao Yan's eyes suddenly lit up.

"I waited for this only opportunity for a long time!"

With Zhao Yan's strength, it is absolutely impossible to defeat Saint Laurent in a blatant way!

So he had to wait for an opportunity, wait for Saint Laurent to relax, and Zhao Yan discovered this excellent opportunity!

At present, Saint Laurent thought that he had suffered serious injuries and fell from mid-air and was undoubtedly dead. Saint Laurent has completely lost his vigilance!

"Time is up!" Zhao Yan's eyes suddenly rose!

At that moment, he grabbed the "Silk-Tong Sword" that he had never taken out before in his hand!

"Go to me!"

"Kill!"

Saint Laurent never expected that Zhao Yan could still attack and suddenly released a flying sword!

It was too late to find that the flying sword reached its feet!

"Not good!" Even if he urgently released his spiritual barrier, it would be useless!

The level of this silk-tugging sword is also very high, second only to the real flying sword, completely ignoring his spiritual barrier!

At that moment, Zhao Yan shot out a dazzling sharp light from his eyes, and his fingertips controlled by his two fingers suddenly emitted all his spiritual power!

Snap!

After the infused amount of spiritual power in the thousands of years of gloomy peach wood suddenly became brighter. This wooden sword had completely turned into a dazzling spiritual sword filled with spiritual power!

Wherever the sword light reaches, everything will be cut through!

Saint Laurent's face turned pale, and he quickly wanted to use his special skills to fly.

However, a flash of blood flashed, and he screamed in pain!

As the guy called, one of his feet was cut off from his body and rolled down from the air!

"No!" Saint Laurent's roar echoed over the river, and his anger was rolling.

Wearing a white robe, he was like a big white bird, hovering in the sky at night, and then fell back to one side of the bridge.

He looked down and saw that one of his feet had been completely cut off from below his knees and disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, with a clamor, Zhao Yan had already fallen into the river water below, and one of the feet of the monk Saint Laurent fell down!

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Saint Laurent said three times in a row, and was already furious.

In his life, he has gone through many battles and has been able to reach this day, and he has killed many opponents!

Unexpectedly, today it fell into Zhao Yan's hands! Zhao Yan's cultivation is much weaker than him, but he still fell in love!

"This bastard has been enduring. He was attacked by my Holy Light Cross and insisted on not taking out his weapon! Just as the moment I waited for the flaws to reveal... Then, he cut off my leg with a sword!"

"No! I was completely plotted by him!"

At this moment, Saint Laurent's face was extremely ferocious, and he wished he could tear Zhao Yan to pieces!

But now Zhao Yan has escaped into the river and is missing. And his calves are still bleeding a lot, so it is impossible for him to chase Zhao Yan again!
Chapter completed!