He was a hundred zhang away, and slashed out in the air, and the blood-colored knife was thirty-five zhang long, reflecting half of the sky into a blood-colored one, and slashed towards the demonized young man in front of him.

"Heavenly Demon Seven Forms-Second Style!"

The young man's voice was extremely indifferent, as if it came from hell, and the blood in his body seemed to be frozen in an instant.

"Hoo ......"

The left hand of the Heavenly Demon, with a piercing whistling sound, slapped towards the shocking blood-colored knife that slashed fiercely.

"Click!"

Without the slightest accident, the thirty-five zhang long blood-colored sword light shattered violently the moment it touched the Heavenly Demon's left hand.

The duel between "Seven Styles of Heavenly Demons" and "Nine Swords of the Flood Wilderness" is too violent!

Everyone on the field, including the existence of the Sword River King and the Slender King, were all dumbfounded.

The supergiants of the Holy See, and the big collision of the peak rising star, made everyone just look at the blood boiling in their bodies.

Such a duel scene is absolutely rare in a thousand years!

At this time, the people in the crowd, Fu Qingqing, Liluo and others were so excited that they couldn't speak, only the towering beautiful breasts, where they rose and fell violently, waving wonderful ripples, indescribably tempting, as long as they looked at it, it was enough to make people spray nosebleeds.

So far in the battle, Zong He Wang's "Nine Swords of the Flood Desolation" has already slashed out eight swords, however, Qin Yi has not only taken all these eight swords, but also not hurt a bit.

This is 108,000 miles different from the scene that Zong He and Wang expected at the beginning, killing him with one sword!

This made Zong He Wang unacceptable, and his heart had already been broken into pieces.

After slashing out the eighth knife, Zong He Wang knelt on the ground on one knee, supporting his body with a blood-colored war knife, his chest rose and fell violently, and the eyes that looked at Qin Yi opened directly, and there were two red forehead blood flowing from the corners of his eyes, which looked shocking.

Today's battle scene is something he could never have dreamed of!

The young man in front of him has only been in the Kyushu Holy See for a long time, however, after his strongest "Nine Swords of the Flood Wilderness" slashed out eight knives, he is still standing here unharmed!

As one of the five pinnacle grandmasters of the Holy See, he actually slashed out eight knives, all to be able to hurt Qin Yi in the slightest, and he felt disgraced!

"Roar!"

King Zonghe's mouth let out a low roar like a beast, and his eyes, which had been opened open, burst with monstrous anger.

"Nine Swords of the Flood Wilderness", there is only the last knife left, and it is also the strongest knife, whether you can kill this kid who is angry with God depends on this knife.

"Nine Swords of the Flood - Ninth Swords!"

After reassembling his strength, Zong and Wang roared hoarsely, and finally slashed his strongest sword.

On his tall body in a golden robe, there was a sudden burst of monstrous coercion, and the space around him was like streams of flowing water, constantly twisting.

"Boom!"

The soles of his wide feet stomped hard again, the earth shook, and a huge crack a meter wide directly opened on the ground.

With the help of this power, the golden-robed Zonghe King was like a golden mutant eagle, swooping towards the demonized young man in front of him.

He clenched the arms of the blood-colored war knife, and on it, there were shocking green tendons, and he tried his best to slash the war knife, fiercely, and the terrible blood-colored sword was forty feet, splitting the heavens and the earth, and slashing at the young man in front of him!

With the slashing of this knife, the endless killing intent, in an instant, filled every inch of space here, so that everyone watching the battle around, and even the depths of their souls, were in a trance A sharp pain, as if this knife was slashed into the depths of their souls.

The young man who was a hundred feet away condensed his eyes faintly surging with demonic energy, looking at the blood-colored knife that was slashing wildly with monstrous momentum, and his voice was indifferent to the extreme, and once again came out of his mouth: "Heavenly Demon Seven Styles - Third Style!"

The dark demon hand roared away, facing the last sword of the king of Zonghe!

"Click!"

There was still no accident, and the blood-colored sword that was forty zhang long, when it touched the dark demon's hand, it shattered in an instant, turning into a sky of blood.

"Failed, failed to kill this boy who was angry with the gods......"

Zong He Wang was stunned there, slightly depressed, he never imagined that he would personally take action and display the strongest martial art "Nine Swords of the Flood Desolation", but he still failed to kill Qin Yi.

"Boy, I don't believe you are a god, the outcome of our battle should not be like this!"

This ending is impossible for King Zonghe to accept!

Suddenly.

He let out a loud shout, carrying the blood-colored battle knife, and rushed towards Qin Yi desperately: "Boy who is angry with people and gods, I know your magic skills, and there is a style, show it!"

"As you wish!"

Qin Yi said indifferently, and then, without hesitation, he slapped the left hand of the Heavenly Demon that was wide towards the Zong He King who was killing fiercely: "Heavenly Demon Seven Style-Fourth Style!"

"Peng!"

The demon hand that made the world tremble roared away, and the eyes of King Zonghe were pitch black, and there was no way to avoid it, and he was slapped firmly and squarely, and he only felt that the power contained in this palm was no less than ten million weights, as if it was a sky, and it hit him fiercely.

He only felt that the bones in his body were all slapped apart by this palm, and his tall body flew out dozens of feet away, fell to the ground, and smashed into dust.

The bodies of the people around them all shook subconsciously.

However, King Zonghe was worthy of being one of the five pinnacle grandmasters of the Holy See, with a physique defense that ordinary people could not imagine, under the slamming of the fourth style of the Heavenly Demon Seven, he was only on the ground, lying on his stomach for a while, and he suddenly bounced up.

"Haha, the boy who is angry with the people and gods, your magic skills, you can't kill me, now, I see what else you use to fight me!"

Zong He Wang was disgraced and embarrassed, but he was very happy, the whole person was full of spirits, and he resisted this kid's magic skills, and then, the picture of his fall should appear.

The picture of Qin Yi's fall, that is what he dreamed of, he wanted to see!

The blood-colored war knife in his hand suddenly swelled to a full foot long, and the blood light surged, and his tall body was held in a straight line with the war knife, drawing a dazzling blood ray in the air, running through the long sky, towards the young man in front of him, bursting away, the speed was indescribably fast.

Song Yuwang, Chengye and others in the crowd, on their faces, suddenly had a faint smile of pleasure from the bottom of their hearts.

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