Yan Tian was decisive and condescending, and he didn't put the Yisheng Sword in his eyes at all, and the slave of the Yisheng Sword, in his eyes, was not even as good as a dog, and he would kill it if he said it.

"Boom. ”

A flash of fire, like a meteorite, fell from the sky and smashed into the old slave.

The old slave was frightened, his heart was shrouded in death, and his eyes were full of fear.

Yan Tian is really strong, just this one move, he can kill him in seconds!

He regretted that he should not have provoked the former.

In the old slave's old pupils, despair emerged.

However, just as the fire rushed in front of his eyes and was about to fall, it suddenly separated, as if it was blocked by something, and could only disperse to both sides, without hurting the old slave in the slightest.

In the distance, everyone, including Li Xiao, was shocked.

In the center of the fire, at some point, a piece of grass appeared.

Dog tail grass.

It's so ordinary that it can't be more ordinary dog tail grass,

It stood straight in front of the old slave, and the aura around it flowed, converging into an inverted sword shadow.

It was he who blocked the blow of the hot sky.

"Yan Tian, you are nothing more than that. Yisheng Jian glanced at Yan Tian lightly, and waved his arm slightly.

The dog's tail grass flipped a heel in mid-air, and then soared straight into the sky, tearing apart the flames in the sky, and wherever the grass passed, no flame could get close.

"Poof!"

In the next moment, the dog's tail grass came to Yan Tian's body, and with a flick of the straw, Yan Tian's remaining arm was cut off in an instant, and blood was poured into the earth.

"Ahh

The screams on the hot day were heartbreaking, and the heavens and the earth were shaken.

He tried to repair his body, but unfortunately, the slash of the dog's tail grass, with the mark of the Great Dao, like the other arm, could not be repaired at all, and as soon as it grew, it would immediately turn into thick water, which was very terrifying.

At this moment, countless monks fell into a deathly silence.

A dog's tail grass, cut off the arm of the hot sky!

Terror!

It's terrifying!

Such strength was beyond everyone's expectations, and they looked ahead blankly one by one, not knowing what to say.

How strong is the Yisheng Sword?

You know, the sword at his waist has not been drawn yet!

Everyone was frightened, Yisheng Sword was a demi-saint, but his strength seemed to be ...... Already surpassed by the Half-Saint!

I thought that he would have a big battle with Yan Tian, but I didn't expect that the result would come so quickly, so directly, and without any suspense.

The terrible screams of the hot sky continued, his wounds continued to burst out with blood, watering the earth, the soil collapsed, the rocks rolled down, and the earth sank.

This is a saint, a drop of blood can also shock the world.

"Perverts, those who practice swords are perverts!"

Yan Tian roared, his heart, cast a shadow, hundreds of years ago, he was cut off one arm by the Dugu Demon with a sword, and today, the other arm was taken off by the Yisheng Sword.

Two different people, gave him two the same result, Yan Tian completely collapsed, he was a half-saint, but he lost his arms, from now on, I am afraid that he will become the laughing stock of the world.

He didn't dare to stay for a moment, he fled away, and in an instant, he disappeared into the sky.

"Young master, thank you!" beside Yisheng Sword, the old slave knelt on the ground, sweating like rain, if it wasn't for Yisheng Sword, he would have died and had no place to be buried.

Yi Shengjian glanced at him, did not speak, and continued to wait quietly.

His goal is not Yantian, but Dugu Demon.

Secretly, Li Xiao was silent.

This Yisheng Sword is indeed powerful, and it is somewhat beyond his expectations.

Yan Tian is a half-saint, but he didn't even draw his sword, so he defeated it, such combat power, it was really terrifying.

If Dugu Demon really returned from injury, it was difficult to say whether it was his opponent or not.

Taking a deep breath, Li Xiao suppressed his breath with the Turtle Breath Technique and the Heavenly Monument and continued to wait.

The night is getting deeper, this mountain forest, it seems extraordinarily quiet, even if the breeze blows, the trees will not shake, the silence is incomparable, you can't see monsters, let alone birds.

Yisheng Jian sat on the ground, very patient, and waited silently.

After he defeated Yan Tian, in the distance, no monk dared to talk about him anymore, for fear of being caught by his thunderous wrath, such a strong man, no one wanted to offend.

Originally, some sword cultivators who wanted to learn from the Yisheng Sword Leader directly gave up this idea.

What is the difference between receiving a lesson with such a person and looking for death?

"Woohoo......"

Suddenly, a breeze blew in the quiet air.

The breeze was cold, bitterly cold.

After the breeze, a vast expanse of snow suddenly fell above the sky.

It was as if some monstrous beast was shaking off its feathers, and the snow fell with a clatter, and soon the ground, branches, and weeds were covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

The originally blazing air also became cold, and the monk, who should not have noticed the cold, couldn't help but shiver.

Meanwhile.

Li Xiao and Yisheng Jian, almost at the same time, raised their eyes and looked into the distance, the realm that had already been chaotic by the hot sky.

There, it also became white, and the cold forest, which was originally burning with flames, directly froze into ice, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

"Da"

"Da"

"Da"

In the midst of the snow, there was a faint sound of footsteps.

The footsteps are not hurried, as if stepping on some kind of rhythm, from far to near.

"Are you here?"

Everyone, at this moment, all looked in the direction where the footsteps came from in the darkness, waiting for the imaginary person to appear.

Didn't disappoint them.

As the heavy snow became more and more violent, a figure slowly walked out of the white snow, a figure that was so white that it almost merged with the snow.

Dressed in white clothes and white hair, with a tall figure, he is like an immortal descending into the world.

With each step, the ground under his feet would condense into ice.

The snow in the sky, the ice in the ground, because of his appearance, gave birth to a fierce sword intent.

Finally, people saw his appearance clearly.

It was a man who looked to be no more than thirty years old, his face was a little sickly pale, and his white hair spread from the top of his head to his legs, like a waterfall.

On top of the snow-white clothes, with this white hair and tall figure, it looks like it has come out of a famous painting from a distance, which is pleasing to the eye, but it is also respectful.

"Brother Dugu!"

Seeing this figure, Li Xiao was excited, but he didn't rush out, stayed where he was, and continued to watch.

This is a sword and sword battle, and he believes that Dugu Demon does not want him to interfere.

"Dugu Demon?" Yisheng Sword stood in place, looking at the man, his silver hair fluttering.

"Yisheng Sword?" Dugu Demon's eyes were calm, and he looked at Yisheng Sword.

The two, like two swords, stood in the snow, looking at each other from afar.

It's miles away, but it's like it's right in front of you.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, Yisheng's sword struck, and with a metallic trill, he pulled out the long sword at his waist.

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