He sneered, his whole body was full of murderous intent, and streams of red mist poured out of him, like waves, and dispersed in all directions.

"Retreat!"

One of the seven had a pang in his heart and shouted in a low voice.

"You were able to walk just now, but you still want to run?"

Qiao Yi's anger was completely provoked, and he stomped his foot fiercely, the ground cracked inch by inch within a range of dozens of zhang nearby, and the red mist on his body became thicker and thicker.

"Hey, hey, a few inkmen, let's spare your life!"

Qiao Yi held the sickle in his right hand and slashed in the direction where several people were gone.

This knife seems to have broken through the spatial barrier.

A faint ripple appeared in the air in front of Qiao Yi, and then, with a roar, a sword shrouded in black smoke rushed like lightning, chasing towards the seven people.

This sword ray, which was dozens of zhang, was transformed into seven in the air, all of which were wrapped in black mist, and in an instant, they ran out a hundred zhang away, as a hood.

The black mist on this sword is called 'Blood Flame Blue Scale', which is extremely vicious, and can even pass through the air cover arranged by the True Yuan Force, specifically hitting people's internal organs.

If the other party is a little wet, it will be like a bone appendage, no matter how high the mana is, it can't resist it.

Qiao Yi used this trick back then, I don't know how many masters he killed, and even killed a strong man in the Soul Heaven Realm realm, if he hadn't been seriously injured by Zhong Huan, I don't know how many cultivators in this Nine Desolations 6 had been poisoned.

The seven young masters of the Shadow Legion who were responsible for assassinating Qiao Yi finally showed their strength.

Facing the black mist knife coming from their heads, they were not half nervous in their hearts, but exhaled at the same time in their hearts.

Qiao Yi even used such a powerful killing move, which was enough to see how angry he was, and now...... Even if all seven of them were sacrificed, it would be worth it.

The tragic dark battle between Kongzangmen and Momen is no longer avoidable.

After Qiao Yi swung a knife, he stopped attacking.

He also wanted to leave a line, and it didn't matter if he killed all seven of them with this sword, and it would be even better if he could escape one or two of them.

He wanted the Mo man who fled back to tell the higher-ups of the Mo Gate: He Qiao Yi has never been easy to mess with.

"Drink!"

Seven young men in black shouted at the same time.

Then, seven golden rays of blue light rose into the sky, and the black coats of the seven people all turned into gas in an instant.

"Huh?"

Qiao Yi's heart sank, his eyes rolled, and he sneered in a low voice: "A group of iron-blooded ink people actually disregard their own lives to cast such a spell. ”

At the same time, he frowned again and muttered: "I offended Momen this time, I think it will be unfavorable to Confucius Sect in the future, or not, since I have the heart to break away from Confucius Sect, I should do a good deed for those old immortals." ”

Now......

The seven people who assassinated Qiao Yi all changed their appearances. They are wearing their upper bodies, their bodies are dignified, all of them are like an ancient god of war, and their skin is dyed into a brilliant gold, which is especially conspicuous in the snowy sky.

"The assassins of Momen are really terrifying. ”

Rao is Qiao Yi is ruthless and has killed countless people, and at this time, he couldn't help muttering in his mouth, and there was an inconspicuous change in his lonely expression.

Qiao Yi is obviously not worried about his own safety, since decades ago, he has truly been fearless of life and death, he is worried that it will be Momen's next move......

He thought that the real purpose of Momen was naturally the Confucian Gate.

Qiao Yi has a wide range of knowledge, and naturally knows that what the seven people have used is one of the most powerful magical powers in Momen, called 'Jinke Pangu Divine Fist'.

But this Xuan Gong has extremely high requirements for cultivators, at least it takes a cultivator in the Dark Light Period to exert it, and if you want to wield the full power of this Xuan Gong, you must at least have a cultivator in the Soul Heaven Realm.

This Xuangong was originally intended for the top masters of Momen.

At the moment, these people are obviously more than a little bit worse than the level powerhouses.

Their strongest is only the cultivation of the spirit infant stage, most of them are around the Jindan stage, although Momen's mental method is more powerful, but the use of the 'Jinke Pangu Divine Fist' is still too reluctant.

"Boom!"

Seven huge pillars of qi rose from above their heads at the same time, and the heads and bodies of the seven people all turned into brilliant golden light.

All the changes were completed in a moment, and at this time, the black mist sword finally covered its head.

"Kill!"

A roar like thunder erupted from their mouths.

At this moment, seven pairs of golden fists struck high into the air.

"Bang bang bang!"

The golden fist shadow in the sky filled the entire heaven and earth in an instant.

The ground shook in a thousand kilometers nearby, and all the trees turned to ashes in an instant, and the snow on the ground steamed at a very fast rate.

The blazing fist almost wants to break the sky.

"Good!"

Qiao Yi's eyesight was amazing, although he saw the seven people breaking through his 'Blood Flame Blue Scale', he could also see that Li Qiren's face was bruised, obviously it was really far from good, and there was far no way to control the energy of the 'Jinke Pangu Divine Fist'.

"Jian'er would rather fight to the death, and the strong man is ashamed of Confucianism. ”

Qiao Yi squinted his eyes and muttered: "There are only ink people who die in battle, and there are no ink people who surrender, I will fulfill you." ”

There was no sadness or joy on his face, he returned to his previous expression, and with a light wave of the Heavenly Toad Sword with his right hand, both strength and momentum were much weaker than just now.

But......

The black mist sword released from the Heavenly Toad Fan Knife was more than a hundred zhang long, and from a distance, it was as straight as a black dragon, with Sensen cold air, as if it was going to destroy the world.

The Heavenly Toad Knife trembled violently in Qiao Yi's hand, and from time to time there was a hideous cry, like a hundred ghosts crying at night, which was very scary.

After Qiao Yi swung this knife, he hung the Heavenly Toad Fan Sword behind him with a calm face, and without looking at the seven people again, he turned around and walked straight in the direction of Xia Luo City.

He has already used all his strength with this knife.

These seven 'ink masters' have no way to survive at all.

Twenty years ago, Qiao Yi cultivated to reach the Dark Light Stage, and now, he has already reached the Soul Heaven Stage realm, and he is only one step away from the Divine Tribulation Stage.

He now has absolute confidence in himself.

"If you die for your faith, you deserve to die. Qiao Yi's steps became faster, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the snowstorm.

Seven people with golden glows shining all over their bodies stood side by side, six of them took two steps forward at the same time, and the other one had an indifferent face, withdrew the energy of the 'Jinke Pangu Divine Fist', and his body returned to its original appearance, turning around and leaving without looking back, and after only a few jumps, the person was gone.

The remaining six people will face the black mist sword coming in their faces.

"Bang!"

Six figures burst open at the same time, and when they landed, the whole world was suddenly bright, and the golden light illuminated the boundless dark night, and also illuminated the hearts of many people.

There were six of them, and all of them had completed their mission.

For the belief in his heart, he resolutely sacrificed his life, although he died, he had no regrets.

Qiao Yi had already walked a long way, and at this time, he turned his head and looked at the bright light in the distance, with a solemn look on his face.

It's really not a pleasure to deal with such a group of people.

Until now, he still felt that this group of young people who were not afraid of death and fought to the death were really disciples of the Momen, not the divisive tactics of other sect masters.

Except for the group of immortal ink masters in the Mo Sect, which of the young masters of other sects has such great courage?

Qiao Yi alone forgot about the Xuanyin Demon Palace.