Both of them are equipped with immortal god martial arts, and they are also arrogant people, fighting for a moment at the moment, seeing that they can't help each other for a while, the competitive spirit in their hearts is slowly stimulated. For a while, the move was even faster and more ferocious, like a mountain and a sea, a tiger roaring and a dragon groaning, and the continuous green wood spiritual power and the four spirits of the light blooming together collided together, and it was the glow of Daze that was reflected.

However, as the battle dragged on, Feng Yi's disadvantage was gradually exposed, and after all, his cultivation was inferior to the other party, and his actual combat experience was not as good as that of the Lord of Jiuli who fought in the Quartet. At first, he could rely on many subtle moves and exercises to fight, but soon, he kept retreating.

Bimu's spiritual power became more and more intense, like a river, roaring down and enveloping him.

Feng Yi was secretly anxious, thinking that he was still holding it up, although his cultivation was far better than before, but after all, he was a little short of the top level of the Great Wilderness. During this period of time, he confronted peerless masters such as Yun Zhongjun and Da Si Ming one after another, and he was not defeated when he occupied the right time, place and people, but fell a little cheaper.

He had to admit that he began to be a little complacent and despise the world's masters. At this time when there is no help, and the real sword duel, the gap finally comes out. If it weren't for Jiang Li's lack of killing intent at all, I'm afraid Feng Yi would have been defeated a long time ago.

Feng Yi exhaled heavily, the sword shadow gradually converged, and the wild four spirit light also took the initiative to retreat, as if he was timid. In this way, the long river of turquoise energy lost its resistance and rushed down like a torrent.

"Three thousand weak waters, sinking everything!"

There was a sudden buzzing sound in the dantian, the color glare faded, and then two black and white breaths rushed out, suddenly separated, suddenly merged again, and finally rushed through the meridians and burst into the Minghong Sword.

The black and white spiritual power was like two long dragons, constantly entwined in the Ming Hong Sword, and then turned into a continuous sword light, and Feng Yi was in the center of the sword light, and the chaotic spiritual power flew out from the various acupoints, blending and converging, and exciteing each other.

Since comprehending the avenue of the unity of man and sword, the essence of the three-vehicle sword technique has been fully mastered by Feng Yi. With the help of Taiyi Ding's divine power, he has merged with the surrounding space, and the object and self have been assimilated. But seeing that the sky is high and the sea is wide, and everything is diverse, Feng Yi only feels as if he is standing in the center of heaven and earth, and everything is within reach.

Jiang Li was shocked and amazed, at this moment, this young man seemed to have suddenly entered another realm, he didn't seem to be fighting with himself, but self-indulgence, and became an existence independent of heaven and earth.

Her blue wood spiritual power surrounded it, as if thousands of troops were bombarding it from all directions. But Feng Yi didn't care, he didn't even react at all, he just danced the divine sword, the sword light spontaneously flowed, and all the attacks entered his sword circle, and they were spontaneously dissolved and decomposed, turning into invisible.

Jiang Li looked at it for a moment, and gradually came to his senses, and a burst of surprise flashed in his heart. Her Miao Knife, which was passed down from the ancestor of Chiyou, can be spontaneous and endless, but the mysterious sword circle of the young man in front of her has a more mysterious creative power, and no matter how strong her spiritual power is, she can't make up for the gap in this realm.

Unexpectedly, this young man was young, but he had already entered that mysterious level, Jiang Li couldn't help but sigh, and then thought of his son Yu Hanxiao.

"Xiao'er is extremely talented and is known as the god of war. But his temperament is reckless and stubborn, compared with this kid, it is like a cloud of mud. Hey, with this kid here, I'm afraid that my Jiuli clan will never be able to reproduce the glory of the ancestors. ”

Jiang Li was silent for a long time, if she was young, she was lonely and arrogant, conceited by the Chiyou bloodline, and regarded all the other tribes in the Great Wilderness as ants. If it was at that time, when she saw someone like Feng Yi, she would probably have killed him a long time ago to prevent future troubles.

But she has gone through a hundred years of ups and downs, and today, she has lost the fighting spirit of her youth, and in her heart, even if the ancestor was famous for his courage in the world at that time, he was only defeated and died in the end. Even if it was the victor Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, what could he do? A handful of loess had already drifted away with the wind and disappeared.

However, although Jiang Li did not have the intention of killing, but in the face of being at an absolute disadvantage, she never gave up, but suddenly survived, using such a magical swordsmanship, and she also gave birth to infinite competitiveness.

"Ten thousand trees fight for spring!"

The light of the Immortal Miao Knife suddenly flickered, and the green wind roared, and it rushed out, and the entire Daze was also reflected in a blue color, and the green waves were rolling. Immediately after, countless strange sounds suddenly sounded under the surface of the water, as if there were countless creatures hiding in it, and soon, the sound turned into countless large and small whirlpools, rushing out of the center of the huge turquoise water grass, meandering and swaying, like a green dragon out of the water.

For a while, Wu Luo and the others were shocked, they couldn't imagine that the immortal power of Miao Dao was so terrifying, and it suddenly stimulated the vitality of the entire Daze, making the vast water surface instantly turn into a forest.

Feng Yi frowned, not daring to be careless, the black and white Minghong Sword in his hand was whistling and flying, and the sword spirit was constantly traveling. At the same time, those huge turquoise water plants were controlled by Jiang Li, and they attacked one after another, immediately surrounding Feng Yi, and suddenly enveloping his three thousand weak water sword circles, which were impermeable to the wind, forming a huge green ball of light with a diameter of hundreds of zhang.

There was a constant impact of power on the ball of light, but these aquatic plants became extremely tough after being catalyzed by the power of immortality, and for a while, even Feng Yi's divine sword could not pierce it, and the sword qi wriggled on the surface of the ball of light, like a trapped spirit beast.

"Nine Abyss Four Spirits Heavenly Son Sword!"

Feng Yi's voice came from below, and then, the vast sword spirit suddenly converged at a point, water, earth, wind, and the power of chaos, the four spiritual powers fused together and stabbed towards the ball of light.

With a snort, a crack opened in the ball of light surrounded by countless aquatic plants, and the Ming Hong Sword Spirit rushed out with a roar, and then a figure also appeared outside the ball of light.

Feng Yi recovered from his disadvantage at this moment, and his momentum was like a rainbow, especially for the wonderful swordsmanship that the four spirits were fused and scattered, and his heart comprehension reached a higher level. Under the urging of the four spiritual powers, such as Luo Shu and the Nine Songs of the Son of Heaven, they suddenly merged, and suddenly separated, and in the process of generating and transforming into two by two, endless changes were born.

This swordsmanship is not only Jiang Li secretly admired, want to try where its limit is, to be honest, even Feng Yi himself felt a little surprised, now Taiyi Ding Ling and his own mind are one, not separated from each other, as if a person has two thoughts, at the time of the battle, Taiyi Ding Ling spontaneously appeared, the spiritual power in the dantian rolled out, and the huge void space in the Shending was like an infinite treasure, let Feng Yi call it.

The wind rose to the sky, and the Ming Hong Sword turned around and slashed out, each of which flew into the sky like a meteor, the sun and the moon were staggered, and the aquatic plants that followed closely were all turned into powder under the fierce sword qi.

At this moment, the battle between the two is not so much a fight, but a contest between the two strong men, Jiang Li's immortal sword qi rushed out, turned into endless vitality, and gave birth to all the tiny aquatic plants under Daze, and continued to pursue towards Feng Yi, and Feng Yi was immersed in the wonderful feeling of the unity of man and sword, and almost without reacting, he could sense the breath coming, and with a sword in his hand, the green light retreated.

Jiang Li sighed, it seemed that the sword technique of the Immortal Miao Knife alone could no longer defeat this young man.

Her mouth twitched, she recited the formula, and her face gradually covered with a layer of crimson light, followed by an ancient humming sound. In the shocked eyes of everyone, a small tripod covered in red, like a fire crystal, appeared in Jiang Li's hand, and in an instant, the temperature around him instantly increased, it was a pure heat, and all of a sudden, including the entire Daze, seemed to be shrouded in flames and boiled.

"Away from the Fire God Ding!"

There are many people with extraordinary knowledge in the two clans who exclaimed, this is the most violent and domineering one of the Supreme Nine Dings, it is rumored that it seals the souls of countless fire spirit beasts, and follows Jiang Li to cultivate in the volcano in southern Xinjiang, and the power is even more fierce, and the reputation is better than the rest of the Ding.

Jiang Li's whole person seemed to be shrouded in firelight, and his phoenix eyes flashed with an unusual burning look.

After a while, her red lips opened slightly, and she gently spit out a few words: "Eight Desolation Fire Dragons!" An ancient coercion came out of Dingkou, turning into a low roar, and the terrifying invisible pressure even made the tens of thousands of surrounding armies have endless fear, and they subconsciously retreated one by one.

In an instant, several red rays of light shot out, as if sparks had fallen into the plain, and instantly diffused. The vast expanse of green wood spiritual power and many huge aquatic plants burned in an instant, and Feng Yi only felt that he was in a sea of fire, and Dao Dao continued to impact with devastating spiritual power, enveloping himself.

What's even more terrifying, there is no end in sight to the vast sea of fire, and he has nowhere to escape.

At this moment, even the Ming Hong Sword Spirit seemed to have a trace of fear, no longer as arrogant and untamed as before, but instead cowered in the sword body, not daring to fly out at will. Feng Yi was helpless, he could only use his spiritual power, and an ice blue breath rushed out from the acupuncture points around his body, wrapped around his body, forming a water spirit armor.

The water and fire intersected, and suddenly there was a terrifying fluctuation, and the icy aura was weakening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The endless firelight in the sky gradually condensed, and in the bursts of Qingyue's dragon roar, it turned into eight huge red fire dragons, each of which was composed of a spar that shimmered with red light, extremely hard, and it was a dense fire element spiritual power.

In the entire Great Wilderness, the fire spirit that can use such a terrifying strength is probably only the Lord of Jiuli who is away from the Fire God Ding.

In an instant, Feng Yi was under the siege of eight fire dragons, and he was in danger!