Gao Wu: I Can Improve The Quality Of Everything!

【238】Sun Mental Energy! Weakness! The Breath Dropped!

"What a weird ability..."

Xia Ke held the sword tightly, his eyes full of vigilance.

Looking at the weird scene in front of him, his face was covered with frost.

It was her first time meeting such a guy.

It's obvious that he will be dismembered by Sword Qi.

But it looked like it wasn't affected at all.

With such severe blood loss, his face didn't even look pale.

Xia Ke lowered his gaze, squinted, and looked at the feet of the Seventeenth Son of God.

Just a few seconds.

The surging blood had already condensed into a small puddle on the ground.

"I don't believe it. Cutting off your head won't hurt you!"

Xia Ke said coldly, and his figure flashed again.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared one meter in front of the Seventeenth Son of God.

Swish

The long sword cut through the air and made a buzzing sound.

But the Seventeen Sons of God still refused to dodge.

It was as if he turned a blind eye to the long sword pointed at his head.

"Pretending."

Xia Ke didn't believe in evil, so he released his Mental Energy, trying to tie up the young man so that the sword could be put in place.

However, the moment Mental Energy with some fiery flavor just appeared.

Xia Ke instantly noticed that the face of the Seventeenth Son of God, who had a chuckle on his lips, suddenly changed slightly.

Seeing this scene, my eyes really moved.

"He is not afraid of my sword, but why is he so afraid of Mental Energy who just wants to control him?"

And at the next moment, Xia Ke instantly understood the reason.

I saw the sword passing by.

The heads of the Seventeen Sons of God were instantly cut off by their roots.

The strange thing is that there is not even a drop of blood flowing from the wound.

And The next moment.

The head was reconnected to the body, so tightly that it was impossible to tell that it had just been severed.

Not just heads.

The same goes for the nearly dismembered limbs.

The muscles, veins and bones seemed to have vitality, connecting to the wound on their own and recovering quickly.

The blood that formed a small puddle on the ground quickly surged out of the body of the Seventeenth Son of God, ignoring gravity.

It's like time is flowing backwards.

But when the blood flows.

Xia Ke's Mental Energy, which had just received the fiery aura from the Temple of the Sun, arrived.

The moment when the faint golden light of Mental Energy just came into contact with the blood.

Pipipipi....

It's like hot lava splashed into ice water.

As if the blood had encountered a natural enemy, part of it was melted away in just a few seconds.

At the same time, black gas like water vapor emerged.

Xia Ke discovered.

……Please give me flowers…………

At this moment when the blood melts.

When the expressions of the Seventeen Sons of God changed drastically, the aura emanating from their bodies became slightly weaker.

From the fourth rank Realm for the first time, it has fallen to the third rank peak!

"This incomplete sun Mental Energy obtained from the Sun Temple actually has a clear restraining effect on him?!"

Xia Ke's eyes moved.

The next moment, burst out with all your strength without hesitation.

The Mental Energy in the body was like a dam bursting, gushing out in an instant.

Quickly rush towards the Seventeenth Son of God!

The target is extremely obvious, that is the blood that is still flowing!

Unfortunately, Mental Energy came up short.

The Seventeen Sons of God had already controlled the blood and quickly headed towards the rear.

"It turns out that you are not without weaknesses."

Xia Ke sneered and looked at the Seventeenth Son of God.

His face turned slightly pale.

Approaching again without hesitation.

"What a surprise. That damn guy Martial King actually stripped out the attributes of this Cultivation Technique and used it as a reward for passing the exam..."

The Seventeenth Son of God expressionlessly wiped away the blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"But, it's just a trace."

The smile at the corner of the Seventeenth Son of God's mouth was no longer gentle, replaced by an intimidating coldness. .