Saint Yi knew that if he wanted to win, he had to injure Conway.
And the degree of injury couldn't be low.
He was only a Level 3 Holy Dragon now, and his strength was about the same as an early-stage Ethereal Opening.
If they didn't think of a way, they wouldn't be able to achieve anything even if they fought until nightfall.
At this moment, Conway was also in a mess. He forgot that he couldn't fight a Body Cultivator in close combat.
Even if Saint Yi wasn't a Body Cultivator, he was better than one.
"Stop!
Don't you dare! "
Although Conway wasn't far away, he could feel the temperature of the flame in Saint Yi's palm.
His expression changed again and again!
He couldn't let him continue!
He didn't have time to think about what kind of flame it was. He only had eyes for his natal sword pill.
Saint Yi used his natal dragon flame.
The sword pill instantly melted into molten iron under the high temperature, and then evaporated into steam.
"Puff!"
Conway, who had just arrived in front of Saint Yi, felt a pain in his heart as if he had been hit hard.
He spat out a mouthful of blood. He was seriously injured, and his cultivation was immediately reduced by half.
"Conway, retreat!"
Master Kang Dashan hurriedly shouted.
Conway also realized that he was in absolute danger, and he didn't hesitate.
He immediately retreated.
But it was too late.
Saint Yi's purpose was to lure Conway over.
Now that he had achieved his goal, how could he let him go?
"Hehe!
It's too late for you to do anything now. You're finished! "
Saint Yi smiled as if his scheme had succeeded.
As he spoke, he grabbed with his five fingers and reached for Conway's head.
Whoosh!
Before his palm arrived, the temperature of the dragon flame reached first.
Sizzle!
Conway's hair was instantly burned clean.
His entire head sizzled as it was being roasted.
"Not good!
I'm dead! "
Kang Cheng felt a strong sense of danger.
He hurriedly circulated his spirit energy to resist.
If he hadn't been injured just now, he might have been able to hold on for a while.
But he had already lost half of his cultivation. How could he resist for a moment?
However, he didn't give up his final struggle.
He reached out and patted his pocket.
Crash!
A green cloak made of unknown material instantly covered his entire body.
But it only lasted for a breath.
The green cloak exploded with a bang.
Kang Cheng kept retreating. He didn't look at the cloak.
Instead, he kept patting his pocket as he retreated.
To summon defensive Dharma treasures.
Dozens of magical treasures were used as protective talismans.
Although it was only a short time of one breath, a dozen items were equivalent to a dozen breaths.
If he could return to his camp, he would definitely be out of danger with the help of the Ancestor.
Her dream was pretty good, but she wasn't good-looking either, so it definitely couldn't be realized.
"Ah … Patriarch …"
Conway had just screamed three words when he was mercilessly burned to death by the dragon flames.
Conway didn't even have the strength to struggle in the dragon flames.
The battlefield immediately fell silent.
The Elders and Sect Leaders of the three major sword sects stared at the flame in First Saint's palm in shock.
"What fire is that?"
"It's a strange flame, isn't it?
But from the looks of it, it doesn't seem to be one of the top 30 Deviant Flames. "
"Top 30?
I'm afraid even the tenth-ranked demonfire wouldn't be able to melt Kang Wei's sword ball so quickly, right? "
“.....”
Just as everyone was talking about it, Saint One clapped his hands and left the battlefield in a carefree manner.
Meanwhile, the veins on Kang Dashan's temples were trembling non-stop.
Unfavorable start!
They had lost a disciple with boundless potential in the first battle. What a pity!
He could feel that Kang Jiajun's aura had weakened a little.