"The Great Seal of the Heavens!" A huge Great Seal stood in the void like a mountain, the Great Seal appeared, and the surrounding air seemed to be solidified, obviously, the power of this Great Seal was not weak.

This is the strongest blow that Yin Yan can deliver in a short period of time, and as for whether he can block Zhao Xiaoyi's sword, he can only look at the will of heaven.

Boom!

The brilliant sword brought a thunderous roar, tearing through layers of obstacles in mid-air, in Yin Yan's nervous and frightened gaze, and finally fell on the big seal, accompanied by a morning bell and twilight drum-like sound, Yin Yan's big seal suddenly burst open, and with the explosion of the big seal, Yin Yan's face was also a dead ash.

Under the shroud of the breath of death, Yin Yan no longer had the slightest intention to fight, because he knew that the next thing was when he was finished, and it was too late to resist.

In the majestic energy storm, a sword light pierced through, and finally slashed abruptly from the top of Yin Yan's head, separating the body from it and turning it in half.

A suffocating spiritual force spread out, directly shaking Yin Yan's split body into pieces in mid-air, and even his soul was not spared.

A second-order martial saint fell like this.

The movement here has also attracted the attention of some high-level officials of the Ethereal Holy Mansion and the Ancient Fantasy God Clan, even Teng Baichuan has seen the scene of Yin Yan's death, at the moment, these bigwigs are furious, a second-order martial saint is a rare force for them, such a strong person has a very high position even in the Ethereal Holy Mansion, but now he has been wiped out by Zhao Xiaoyi, and he has not even left his soul, losing a second-order martial saint, how can they not be angry, not to mention, the colorful arrows just now also shot a first-order martial saint, and the loss of two martial saints in the hands of Zhao Xiaoyi is no longer able to bear it。

Martial Saint powerhouse, for any force, it is the backbone, the constant strength of a force, also depends on the number of Martial Saint strong, sometimes, just one or two Martial Saint gap, may be the key to the victory or defeat of a war, therefore, in this way, it is unbearable to lose two Martial Saints in less than half an hour, including the Ethereal Holy Mansion and the Ancient Fantasy God Clan.

One after another breaking wind sounds burst out from a distance, and under the sky-high killing intent, in a moment, six martial saints surrounded and killed Zhao Xiaoyi, among them, there were two martial saint powerhouses who had reached the third order, and the six people were in a horn position, surrounding Zhao Xiaoyi, they could see that this teenager who seemed to be only at the level of a first-order martial saint was actually a huge threat, so in order to avoid more losses, they had to get rid of Zhao Xiaoyi first.

Six Martial Saints came around, even if it was Zhao Xiaoyi's determination, he couldn't help but change color immediately, six Martial Saints, what kind of concept is that, if such a lineup is crazy, the entire Eastern World can be turned over in less than two days, and now the six Martial Saints are besieging and killing a first-order Martial Saint himself, Zhao Xiaoyi doesn't stare at it, that's weird.

"Nima's is too much to look up to Lao Tzu! There are so many people here. Zhao Xiaoyi's throat stirred, and he said with a dry laugh, at this moment, he really felt the danger coming, in the face of so many martial saints, even if he has the means to reach the sky, I am afraid it will be difficult to escape, even Yanxi and his father, in front of this kind of lineup, he will definitely have a headache.

At this moment, two shadows suddenly flew in from outside, and finally stopped beside Zhao Xiaoyi, the two of them were Yanxi and Han Qingmeng.

This kind of unintentional tacit understanding made Han Qingmeng and Yanxi stunned for a moment, Yanxi looked at Han Qingmeng, Han Qingmeng looked at her again, for Yanxi, she didn't seem to know Han Qingmeng, but at this time, she also vaguely understood, and kept silent at the moment, as long as it was for Zhao Xiaoyi, she wouldn't care so much.

Han Qingmeng had only glanced at Yanxi before, of course, she wouldn't say anything in this case, the six martial saints in front of her were the biggest trouble.

Seeing the two women rushing into the battle circle and standing beside him regardless of life and death, Zhao Xiaoyi's heart was faintly warm, but at the same time, he also felt sorry for them, the six martial saints were not at all something that the two of them could deal with when they added in, not to mention that Yanxi was still injured, and she was just sent to death.

"Whoever asked you to come, let me leave quickly. Zhao Xiaoyi frowned, although he was moved, he didn't want the two daughters to be buried for him, and even fell into the hands of the Ethereal Holy Mansion and the Ancient Fantasy God Clan alive.

"Leave, you still want to leave when you come, do we really not exist!" Before Yanxi and Han Qingmeng could speak, at this time, a middle-aged man who surrounded them in front of them said coldly, Zhao Xiaoyi killed the two of them Martial Saints, and they could kill the three Martial Saints in front of them, how could they let go of this opportunity, six to three, no matter how they fought, they almost always won.

Zhao Xiaoyi let out a long breath, but he didn't talk nonsense anymore, it was useless to talk more at this time, since the two girls had already come, it would definitely be too late to leave, I just hoped that they could rush out later, and then send them to Ling Zhantian's side.

"Do it!" The plain eyes suddenly became gloomy, Zhao Xiaoyi snorted softly, and then took the lead in snatching out, his body moved, and in an instant, he flashed to a first-order martial saint, and the long sword in his hand slashed down.

Boom! As his words fell, Han Qingmeng and Yanxi did not hesitate, and their delicate bodies moved and swept forward, and this piece suddenly became a storm.

With a six-to-three lineup, the Ethereal Holy Mansion and the Ancient Fantasy Divine Clan could compete two-on-one, but now they didn't do it, there was only one third-order martial saint who entangled Han Qingmeng, and only one first-order martial saint fought with Yanxi, and the remaining four people all pounced on Zhao Xiaoyi.

This situation seemed to be beyond Zhao Xiaoyi's expectations, originally he thought that the Ethereal Holy Mansion and the Ancient Fantasy Divine Clan would separate people equally, so that he could only face the two Martial Saints, and with all his strength, he still had the opportunity to kill the two Martial Saints as soon as possible, even if he couldn't kill them in the end, it would lead to serious injuries, and it would be much easier to help Yanxi and them at that time, but the current situation was not as he wished, and the other party regarded himself as the main target as soon as he came up.

The Ethereal Holy Mansion and the Ancient Fantasy God Clan are not fools, although the two women are not weak, but the threat is not strong, their main target is Zhao Xiaoyi, as long as Zhao Xiaoyi is killed together, the remaining two women are not to be afraid at all.

"Grandma, this is trouble, when will the grandsons of the Sparrow God Clan arrive, are you all snails!" Zhao Xiaoyi's face gradually became solemn, he had no chance of winning this kind of competition, the four Martial Saints, even if they bombarded indiscriminately, they could bombard him to death, not to mention that there was a third-order Martial Saint here, if the Sparrow God Clan didn't come, they would not be able to turn the tables, but looking around, where was the shadow of half of the Finch God Clan, this time, it was really a big trouble.