Lu Xiaoyi is very good at seizing opportunities, such as now, he can obviously slap Wang Xiaotian in the face. But with a quick move, his middle finger flicked lightly, hitting one of the faces of the Golden Wheel Scimitar in Wang Xiaotian's hand.

Everyone saw it, he just flicked it lightly, but when he withdrew his hand and made a gesture behind his back, a magical scene appeared.

The Golden Wheel Scimitar in Wang Xiaotian's hand was still horizontal in front of his chest, and when it seemed that everything had not changed, there was a slight click, followed by another click. The shining golden wheel scimitar is like a mirror that cracks little by little, and eventually countless cracks appear. When the tip of the blade on one side finally fell, the blade of the Golden Wheel Scimitar turned into countless fragments and scattered to the ground.

Wang Xiaotian looked at the handle of the knife in his hand in horror, and then looked at the opposite side, at this time, Lu Xiaoyi put on the most chic posture. With his face sideways, he often lifts his chin and looks at the distant mountains. The wind blew the blue turban that tied up the hair and fell on the handsome face. At this moment, Lu Xiaoyi faced Wang Xiaotian and hundreds of opponents with a flat expression, and he was arrogant!

This is the first time that the three major gates have made a neat gasp sound as soon as the subjective battle has come!......

This is the first time that tens of thousands of viewers in Qingle Valley have no noise and gasp neatly.......

Qiao Huan'er, who was covering her small mouth with one hand, had forgotten that this was the first time that she couldn't hide her excitement, and her whole body was weak.

Sun Wanwan and Meng Qingqing, holding each other's hands subconsciously and vigorously at the same time, clenched even tighter, staring at the shadow stone.

In the main altar of Haotianmen, the masters who were originally sitting and watching the battle stood up neatly, several chairs fell to the ground, and after a chaotic sound, there was a dead silence in the hall, and everyone's eyes flashed with one content, frightened!

What level of master is Wang Xiaotian? Everyone knows very well in their hearts. The Golden Wheel Scimitar in his hand has a common title for cultivators: the natal magic weapon. Every cultivator, after entering the foundation building period, will create a magic weapon that accompanies him. And with the improvement of cultivation, as long as there are suitable materials and opportunities, this magic weapon will be continuously upgraded and refined. This magic weapon is often soaked in the master's essence blood, so it is called the natal magic weapon.

The natal magic weapon of such a master, let alone flicking it with his fingers, even if the heavenly tribulation fails and the body and soul are destroyed, the natal magic weapon is still not damaged at all. Such a natal magic weapon was thrown into the Dan furnace and calcined with the three-flavor true fire, and it was still unscathed.

However, the truth appeared so abruptly in front of everyone's eyes!

The guy named Lu Xiaoyi, with a young man's face, stretched out a hand with delicate skin that even women are jealous of, and with a flick of this natal magic weapon, the golden wheel scimitar shattered!

This one, all the cultivators who watched the live broadcast didn't dare to levitate anymore. They all consciously landed, and cultivated as cultivators below the Yuan Infant, knelt down very consciously and offered their knees. Those who have a higher cultivation level will have their legs shaking even if they stand and watch.

This kind of strength is beyond the reach of capable people, this kind of strength is the only one, this kind of strength is the strength of crushing!

Wang Xiaotian was still standing, but his face was pale, and the moment the natal magic weapon was shattered, his heart shook violently.

His heart hurt, his throat and eyes were sweet, and a stream of blood surged up, so he gritted his teeth so that he didn't squirt out a mouthful of blood! However, a stream of blood still overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and Wang Xiaotian gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood back.

At this time, Lu Xiaoyi spoke, and his voice was very soft, like a whisper floating from the sky: "Why bother?"

The voice is not loud, and what others hear means "It's obviously not the enemy of one move, so why bother?"

The voice was not loud, but what Wang Xiaotian heard was a meaning that no one could understand. What comes to mind is the scenes of the past, when they were young, the selection was successful, and the two teenagers held hands and swam in the mountains. The teenager has become a young man, talking to the feet, imagining the future, the young man has become a middle-aged man, one stands on a high place and scolds Fang Xuan, the other stands under the stage, looks at the stage, and pays silently.

Another mouthful of blood surged, this time, Wang Xiaotian couldn't hold back, poof......!

The essence blood turned into a red mist, and the bloody breath was permeating, and Wang Xiaotian closed his eyes tightly and fell back. For a master of this level, the state of fainting can only indicate one problem, there is a huge loss of essence and blood vitality, and even if he wakes up, his cultivation will have a large decline.

The higher the level of cultivation, the more difficult it is to progress, and once there is a regression, the more you want to return to your original cultivation.

A group of disciples supported Wang Xiaotian in time, carrying him and looking at Lu Xiaoyi carefully. I'm afraid that this master will be dissatisfied!

Lu Xiaoyi finally returned to his normal perspective, facing this group of disciples with panicked expressions, a look of regret flashed on his face, he gently waved his hand, and looked sideways at the sky again.

It was just a flick of the fingers, and the fighting spirit of hundreds of masters was completely shattered. Everyone at the scene made the same choice, and evacuated the scene along with those who carried Wang Xiaotian away. This time, no one flew with a royal weapon, not because he couldn't do it, but because he didn't have such a big face to show off his skills in front of Lu Xiaoyi.

The moment the Golden Wheel Scimitar was shattered, it was not only Wang Xiaotian's natal magic weapon that was shattered, but also the backbone up and down the Haotian Gate. In the cultivation realm of this continent, as long as Lu Xiaoyi is still there, Haotian Gate will not be able to raise his head. If you want to regain the dignity of the past, there are only two ways, one is to wait until Lu Xiaoyi flies to the immortal realm, and the other is to kill Lu Xiaoyi.

There is no doubt that in terms of everything everyone has seen, the choice of killing Lu Xiaoyi can be ignored.

How long will it take for Lu Xiaoyi to ascend? This question is also very answered, it may be 50 years, it may be 100 years. Xiuzhen has reached the realm of Lu Xiaoyi, and it is too difficult to take this last step. How many masters of the Mahayana period have been stuck at this level for thousands of years, and finally the time limit comes, and the soldiers are reincarnated.

Therefore, to answer this question, it is not Lu Xiaoyi's strength that depends on his luck.

Shi Chaotian, who was halfway through the road, looked at the mountain road in front of him blankly, and only after a long time did he shake his head and smile bitterly, ignoring the eyes of the surrounding disciples, and muttered to himself: "Hehe, why bother?"

The disciples who gathered on the mountain road, after Shi Chaotian made a choice, followed and dispersed. This is a battle with no hope of victory. Lu Xiaoyi flicked it lightly, shattering not only the backbone of Haotianmen, but also the cognition of the way of cultivation.

One man, one tiger, continue on the road. One person, one turtle, continue to exchange ideas.

"The blow just now was done beautifully, and the acting skills were also in place. "It's rare, the turtle spirit praised. In fact, the heart of the turtle spirit is not so happy. Lu Xiaozhi is too beautiful, will he have a chance to perform the Great Tortoiseshell Technique next?

Is there a time when the turtle spirit expresses deep regret, the mountain suddenly and violently shakes! Is there an earthquake?

Lu Xiaoyi looked up at the top of the mountain, and at the peak of the Sky Ridge, a white light suddenly appeared! At first, this white light was only the size of a fist, but it was slowly getting bigger, like a bowl, like a basin, like a .......

"Su Yuntian activated Ling Tian's strike!" Dongfang Yun let out a faint sigh, Haotian Gate's mountain protection array, the last thing at the bottom of the box, was this Ling Tian's blow. Regarding Ling Tian's strike, there were many legends in the cultivation realm.

The most exaggerated statement is that three thousand five hundred years ago, when the first generation of Haotian Gate masters was about to ascend, it attracted the supreme heavenly tribulation. I don't know what method that sect master has, when he crossed the tribulation, he converted the strongest Heavenly Tribulation into energy, hid it in this mountain protection array, and called it Ling Tian's Strike. More than three thousand years have passed, and no one has ever seen this Ling Tian strike, let alone know how powerful this move is.

Su Yuntian hadn't seen it either, but it didn't prevent him from jumping off the wall at the last moment. After witnessing Wang Xiaotian's natal magic weapon being shattered, the last bit of fighting spirit that Su Yuntian had left was completely destroyed. Su Yuntian, the number one master in the cultivation realm, has no fighting spirit, who will believe it?

The masters in the council hall witnessed Su Yuntian's trembling hands pressing on the last golden button on the table. This was not the pivot to activate Ling Tian's blow, more than ten meters long in front of him, the stone table made of white jade slowly rose, revealing a thigh-thick lever underneath.

Su Yuntian held the lever with both hands, his face flushed, his eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a hoarse scream: "Lu Xiaoyi, go to death!

After being pulled to a certain extent, it suddenly stopped, and there was a click. The whole hall shook violently, and the fine dust on the top fell like a rain. A series of vibrations came, and with each vibration, the white ball of light on the top of the mountain became larger.

The white ball of light emitted a blinding light, growing larger and larger, like another sun on the top of a mountain.

"It seems that it was really Ling Tian's blow!" Min Guihai also opened his mouth to affirm, and Chen Lixiao asked: "Can he stop it?"

The ball of light grew bigger and bigger, and countless bolts of lightning twisted like snakes like hands in the depths of the ball of light. At this moment, the energy contained in the ball of light made the three cultivators change color. It's so strong! Just by feeling, you can come to such a conclusion.

At this time, Lu Xiaoyi did not sit on the back of the tiger, but stood on the mountain road, looking up at the white ball of light.

"I don't know what it is, but it looks like it's amazing. Lu Xiaoyi's tone was relaxed, and he actually teased. The audience was frightened by this sudden ball of light, but because of this sentence and tone, there was a burst of laughter at the scene.

At this time, Lu Xiaoyi spoke again: "You said that I will turn around and run now, will it be embarrassing?"

said so, but everyone couldn't laugh, because Lu Xiaoyi's tone was full of disdain and contempt.

"I can see that people don't want me to run. As for me, I have always done things from the beginning to the end, so let everyone see, what is called ......!" slightly lengthened his tone, and Lu Xiaoyi spit out word by word: "Holding the Qiankun in your hand determines life and death!"