Ding! The blowing snow swept out, turning into an invisible sword shadow, and accurately collided with the silver hook on Ximen Yaoxi's long whip, emitting a crisp and pleasant sound of gold and iron.

At the same time, a circle of invisible energy fluctuations spread out in all directions.

"Jin Yao lore!" Zhao Yi was stunned, took the sword and rose, and the human sword turned into a brilliant white-gold sword light and killed Ximen Yaoxi.

The silver whip is like a dragon, the long sword is like a dragon, and in an instant, the two collided fiercely.

As one of the top five geniuses of the Ximen family's generation, Ximen Yaoxi's strength is beyond doubt, even if she doesn't count her mysterious illusion ability, with this "Spirit Jiao Whip Method" alone, among the powerhouses at the level of the top Tianzun, there are few people who are her opponents.

And once that mysterious illusion is cast in the process of battle, Ximen Yaoxi will almost be able to dominate the level of the top Tianzun.

Although Zhao Yi's strength has improved after breaking through to the Tianzun Realm, and he is even a few points stronger than the ordinary top Tianzun to a certain extent, but compared to this all-out attack Ximen Yaoxi, it is still slightly inferior.

Therefore, after only a few dozen moves, Zhao Yi's figure gradually became obscure under the silver whip of Ximen Yaoxi, if it were not for the suppression of the four major gods such as the fire in the center of the earth in his body, he was afraid that he would have been defeated under her long whip.

"No, this woman's strength is indeed extraordinary, with my current strength, it seems reluctant to deal with her, so it's better to quickly withdraw and retreat!"

After dozens of moves, Zhao Yi's eyes flickered, this woman's strength is indeed above him, although he also has some hole cards to deal with, but once those hole cards are used, his strength will drop to an outrageous level in a short period of time.

In this step-by-step crisis of the emperor's death, if it is not necessary, Zhao Yi is still unwilling to fight to that extent, and since the other party is the seventh princess of the Ximen family, she has no other hole cards on her body, once she is killed, she will be unlucky in the end.

Therefore, at this time, Zhao Yi's heart was already retreating.

Compared with Zhao Yi, who just raised and retreated, Ximen Yaoxi at this time had already set off a turbulent wave in his heart.

As a genius child of the Ximen family, she knows very well what level her strength has reached, in her generation, except for the strength of the second brother Ximen Lin, who is indeed so strong that it is irresistible, no one else will be her opponent, and this is still the case of others cultivating at the same level as her.

However, right now, a guy who has not yet reached the peak of Dacheng in the Tianzun Realm can fight under his silver whip for so long without losing the wind at all, is this still a normal person?

"Little girl, your strength is indeed quite strong, I won't entangle with you too much, farewell!" Just as Ximen Yaoxi's thoughts were racing, Zhao Yi suddenly laughed, raised his hand and slashed out dozens of golden-red sword feathers dragging pale yellow light flames, surging out overwhelmingly.

Before Ximen Yaoxi could react, countless sword feathers were already rushing towards him, and he hurriedly waved the silver whip in his hand to kill all the golden-red sword feathers one by one.

However, when all the sword feathers were wiped out, where was Zhao Yi still in front of him?

Looking at the empty space in front of him, and then looking at the corpses of Ximen Yang and the other five people, Ximen Yaoxi couldn't help but stomp his feet heavily, stepping out of a crack several zhang in the ground.

"Damn boy, don't let Miss Ben see you again, otherwise Miss Ben will definitely break you into pieces!" Ximen Yaoxi's silver teeth almost crushed, and he said hatefully.

After the strategic retreat, Zhao Yi continued to walk deeper into the Emperor's Abyss, and it had been two months since he entered the Emperor's Abyss.

In the past two months, Zhao Yi has obtained a lot of emperor cores, killed a large number of resentful souls, and even encountered resentful souls condensed by the peak emperor, and narrowly escaped in the hands of the other party.

The resentful soul condensed by the peak emperor that Zhao Yi encountered was much stronger than the one that had not entered Zhao Yi's mind before, and its strength was so strong that it was not inferior to the strongest Tianzun, if it weren't for Zhao Yi seeing the opportunity early, he would have fled early in the morning, but he was afraid that he would have been killed by that guy.

The deeper he went into the Emperor Death Abyss, the stronger the strength of the resentful souls encountered, and the strength of many resentful souls was comparable to that of the top Heavenly Venerables, and occasionally he could see some Heavenly Venerables and Sixth-Order Demon Beasts who had died not long ago, obviously other Heavenly Venerable Realm powerhouses who had entered the Emperor Death Abyss like him.

"Hmm, what is that?" On the way, Zhao Yi suddenly saw a bright silver flash in the distance, and immediately paid attention.

In the past two months, Zhao Yi also knew that there were still a lot of treasures in this Emperor Death Abyss, whether it was the various powers that fell here in ancient times or the Heavenly Venerable Realm powerhouses who came to participate in the Battle of Ten Thousand Venerables in the past, they all left eye-catching wealth in this Emperor Death Abyss.

Of course, after so many sessions of the Battle of Wanzun, there are already countless treasures in this Emperor Death Abyss that have been taken out by the strong people who came to participate in the Battle of Ten Thousand Honors, but this does not mean that the number of treasures in the Emperor Death Abyss will be less!

With a flash of figure, Zhao Yi came to the place where the silver light flickered, but it was the light emitted by a broken weapon inserted in the corner.

The strength in his palm shook slightly, and the weapon inserted in the corner suddenly jumped out of the soil, but it was a silver sword that had been ruined.

However, judging from the faint aura emanating from this silver sword, Zhao Yi could be sure that when this sword was intact, it would definitely be a saint-level sword that had already stepped into the eighth order!

"The saint-level sword must be a weapon used by the saint-level powerhouses in the ancient period, but this emperor has existed for I don't know how many years, how can a mere saint-level sword still exude such a strong aura after so many years?" Looking at the silver sword in his hand, Zhao Yi's heart was full of puzzlement.

In terms of the aura emitted by this sword, it is not even comparable to an ordinary fourth-order Xuan soldier, but if a hundred tens of thousands of years or even hundreds of thousands of years of time pass in front of this, it would be a little incredible.

You must know that even the supreme treasure weapon used by the dominant-level powerhouse is impossible to retain the slightest breath under the erosion of time without the strong person's true yuan cultivation!

Zhao Yi didn't bother to use his soul power to investigate, his right hand shook slightly, and a stream of true yuan surged out, instantly shattering the already broken sword.

Wow!

The broken sword turned into powder and scattered, and a flash of silver light fell to the ground, and a faint aura of tyranny emanated.