The frenzied and irrational Qiu Ye is full of openings.
Qiu Ye has been dominated by anger, losing his personal judgment.
Kui Ying didn't employ instant movement, nor did Qiu Ye detect it immediately.
"Boom!"
"Pfft!"
Kui Ying appeared in a flash, delivering a sweeping kick with a loud explosion, causing Qiu Ye to spit blood and shoot out like a black line, interrupting the spell he was casting.
"You bastard!" Qiu Ye couldn't help but curse.
Kui Ying sneered, "Stopping your spellcasting is for your own good."
Kui Ying's kick aggravated Qiu Ye's injuries.
Kui Ying had many opportunities to kill Qiu Ye, but he didn't do it.
Because Kui Ying wanted to defeat Qiu Ye through combat, not by finding a chance to kill.
At the same time, he could quickly adapt to the Supreme Holy Sword.
"Qiu Ye is so enraged he's lost his mind, coupled with his injuries, it's impossible for him to win against Kui Ying in this fight." Manchuan frowned deeply.
