However, Zhu Yi did it easily, and he did it very beautifully, that feeling, not embarrassed at all, this can't help but make this strong man who cultivated in the Cailing Envoy stage have an illusion, this kid in front of him, his strength is even more difficult than those martial artists who are at the peak of the ninth level of Qi cultivation.

Such an opponent, for him, it is very interesting, but the more this is the case, the more he needs to kill the other party, otherwise raising tigers will be a big disaster for Qianren Mansion in the future.

Therefore, his brows furrowed, his body moved, and a rather fierce aura emanated from his body, and at the same time, after the palm poked out, it did not retract, but the fist turned into a claw, the posture remained unchanged, and his figure flickered, and he came back to Zhu Yi's face, turned his palm, and grabbed it straight to the top of Zhu Yi's head.

At this time, Zhu Yi was also surprised in his heart, in fact, he was just able to dodge the other party's punch, speaking of which, he knew that his identity was completely dependent on the Wind Phantom Footwork, although this kind of footwork was very powerful, and it was easy to dodge the enemy's attack, but the opponent's ghostly speed, it was really a bit unguardable.

If you don't get it right, you will be knocked down by the opponent, especially if your attack is still unclear, whether it can cause corresponding damage to the opponent.

And that's the biggest problem right now.

Now it's not just a matter of leapfrogging challenges, but also a big stage challenge that surpasses the entire one, and the strength of the other party is absolutely superb.

Seeing that he grabbed it, Zhu Yi didn't dare to take it hard at this moment, if he didn't get it right, he would be injured under the palm of the other party's hand, so his figure flashed suddenly, and he still used the Wind Phantom Footwork to dodge, but this time, he was a little embarrassed to dodge.

However, those ninth-level martial artists were taken aback, they were surprised not by the attack speed of the strong man on their side, but by the surprise that the other party, who didn't look like a good guy, was able to dodge the two consecutive blows of the strong man of the Cailing Messenger, even if they wanted to dodge, it was impossible.

However, knowing that Zhu Yi's face was a little pale now, because the strength of the opponent's claws was extremely domineering, although he had never hit his body with substantial force, but he could now feel that the entire body had a lot of impact under the opponent's strong attack, and the energy in his body fluctuated greatly because of this.

"It's not a way to go on like this, you should find a way to fight back. Zhu Yi thought in his heart, but his hands and feet did not stop.

Dodged the opponent's three attacks in a row, and when the opponent's strong man was even more surprised, Zhu Yi also launched his first attack, and he already held the tiger roaring knife in his palm.

The big knife weighing six hundred pounds was on the palm of his hand, and at this moment it seemed to be a very ordinary knife, and the flame power on it rose and rose, at this time, he had already entered the offensive state, and there was no distraction in his heart, and the big knife rotated in his palm, with the power of violent flames, and instantly swung out, and went straight to the strong man who was tracking down again.

The sword wind was fierce, "The method of concussion - force splitting Huashan!" slashed towards the top of the strong man's head, but Zhu Yi's own body was covered by a flame shield, which was clearly a desperate way to fight.

This is a life-saving style of play, and for any enemy, it actually has a surprising winning effect.

Even a person at the rank of Cailing Emissary has a deep fear of this style of play, after all, he doesn't want to be hurt, and judging from the opponent's knife momentum, even if this knife can't kill himself, there is no doubt that he will be seriously injured.

Shocked by Zhu Yi's cultivation, the middle-aged man didn't want to die with the other party, so he had no choice but to shake his body and dodge the other party's blade, but in this way, the claw he attacked Zhu Yi's chest was also broken.

The body took two steps back, and the middle-aged man stared at Zhu Yi closely, the expression on his face was as wonderful as it could be.

Although Zhu Yi seems to be cultivating at the eighth level of Qi cultivation, the strength he shows is definitely not the cultivation of the eighth level of Qi cultivation.

Looking at Zhu Yi coldly, the middle-aged man finally slowly took out a long sword from his Sumeru ring, the tip of the long sword pointed at Zhu Yi from afar, and said indifferently: "Good boy, it seems that I underestimate you, in this case, let's have a good fight." ”

Seeing that the Cailing envoy took out his weapon, all the ninth-level martial artists were stunned, including that He Shao, they really didn't expect that just a kid at the eighth level of qi-cultivation was so valued by the Cailing envoys, and it seemed that he was still waiting for him, what does this mean, doesn't it just mean that this kid in front of him, his cultivation is comparable to that of Cailing envoy?

"Let me see today, the eighth level of Qi cultivation, comparable to Cailing is this single guy, what it looks like. The middle-aged man smiled slightly, then moved slightly, and came to Zhu Yi's face, the long sword in his hand was handed forward, and the wind suddenly rose.

A cloud of sword light instantly appeared from the middle-aged man's palm, and then spread out in the air, falling like a little rain to the surroundings, its strength was full, like a raging storm, attacking it.

"Is this the strength of the Cailing Envoy Rank powerhouse?" Zhu Yi thought in his heart, he could feel that that kind of sword momentum and strength were definitely not as simple as they seem.

For cultivators, although it is similar to that principle, the energy and effect it exerts are completely different.

The middle-aged man in front of him, the swordsmanship he performed was somewhat similar to the techniques of martial arts people, but in the sword light, that kind of majestic power was definitely not something that martial arts people could display.

The clumps of sword light, each drop like the strength of rain, as unpredictable as substance.

The long knife waved, as if sealed, wrapping himself in the sword light, and the powerful flame power formed an extremely careful protective shield outside the body, wrapping himself in it, Zhu Yi can only take a defensive position now, after all, the opponent's ** attack is too powerful, and its radius is about fifty zhang.

There was a series of "clanging" sounds in the air, and the sound was so dense that it was impossible to hear the number at all.