Breathing darkly coincides with the trajectory of the stars in the galaxy, like the halo of a circle of galaxies, like a black hole that turns into a black hole after the collapse of a planet, absorbing all the matter around it, and continuing to nurture the birth of the next new planet.

As soon as you exhale, it is the halo of a galaxy that expands and spreads, rolling the star fields in all directions, forming a majestic force.

With one breath, the halo of the galaxy contracted, and the stars trembled, turning upside down, and began to gather terrifying momentum, seeking a stronger explosion.

The moment the Secret Archive of the Silver Sea unfolded, Bi Yu only felt a flash of inspiration in his mind, and all kinds of wonderful feelings came to his heart.

It was that Tianxu's residual consciousness surged out again.

At this moment, Bi Yu seemed to have a deeper understanding of the Secret Book of the Silver Sea, and between his breaths, his body contracted and expanded, and his flesh muscles trembled violently in a category that was difficult for the human eye to accept, and he contracted and expanded very quickly, and he forcibly got rid of the sucking power from the gray glow of the gun head.

"What?"

Xiao Wei's eyes froze, and he wanted to save the situation, and transformed the silver spear to form a thrust.

However, at this time, getting rid of the power of suction, Bi Yu didn't give Xiao Wei a chance, but at the critical moment, his body was slightly sideways, and he narrowly avoided the crisis of the gun piercing his throat.

Sou!

The silver spear grazed Bi Yu's neck, the sharp edge, and the strength formed by the violent trembling force of the spear head was enough to tear and twist an iron plate, which can be said to be to the point of death or injury.

However, with the strength of Bi Yu's flesh and body, at this time, when he breathed with the method of the Silver Sea Secret Codex, he condensed the strength of his flesh and body, and the sharp energy condensed by this shot that grazed his neck was not enough to open Bi Yu's throat at all.

Except for the wound on Bi Yu's neck that quickly stopped bleeding and recovered. It tore a little more, but it didn't hurt it any more.

Bump Bump Bump!

One after another, the spurs were like a dead sheep. The unwilling self-silver spear suddenly extended and popped out, but how could Bi Yu be unguarded against this. The figure had already rushed into Xiao Wei's arms without retreating.

In his hand, the Ruoshui Sword, which was as black as ink and exuded a dead aura, for the first time, was stabbed fiercely into Xiao Wei's left chest and heart by Bi Yu's right hand in a close state.

There, that position, was the place where Bi Yu had stabbed with his sword earlier.

In that position, the inner armor worn by Xiao Wei. It has been shattered a little by the edge of Bi Yu's sword before.

At this moment, with this sword, Bi Yu already had the heart of inevitability, and the palpitating killing intent in his eyes like ice added a bit of madness.

If you don't stab your throat, it's because of a sword that stabs your throat, and because your throat is defenseless, it must be blocked by Xiao Wei's full strength, and the resistance is even stronger.

Instead of retreating, they will attack at this time. This shows Bi Yu's decisiveness in killing.

One inch long and one inch strong, Xiao Wei's skills in using guns are still extremely terrifying, and Bi Yu couldn't even get close to him for a while.

At this moment, I finally found an opportunity to get closer. How could Bi Yu miss such a great opportunity.

This sword was the key for him to abandon the Soul Sword and choose to use the Water Sword to fight the enemy.

This sword. It is also the key to his high probability of getting rid of the disadvantage and really hitting Xiao Wei hard.

And this sword. It's like taking your life for your life.

Under this sword, Xiao Wei had no way to retreat. Because Bi Yu, who understood the meaning of the fast sword, under such a close distance between the two sides, the speed of the sword would not give him room to retreat at all.

He could only use the strange transformation of the flowing gold to make the form of the silver spear change greatly, turning into countless sharp blades, and twisting towards Bi Yu's body in a fierce rotation.

If Bi Yu insists on not retreating, he will inevitably be strangled by these countless sharp blades.

will suffer the consequences of losing both.

It wasn't what Shaw wanted to see, but he had no choice at this point.

Bi Yu has repeatedly surprised him with his unique moves, all of which are amazingly powerful, and he can even counterattack again if he resolves his killing moves one by one.

Xiao Wei rarely encountered this kind of situation against the enemy, and when he fought with Bi Yu twice, he had never experienced this feeling.

Even some powerhouses in the late stage of the Qi King Realm, in the face of his kind of killing moves, Xiao Wei was also confident and embarrassed the other party.

But Bi Yu is like a slippery loach, which has escaped many times, and has to bite him back every time.

This fighting style is flexible and changeable, the sword is biased, and the madness is dead, which is the most incomparably headache.

The sword is out, it is unstoppable, and it is impossible to avoid it!

The sharp sword gang, the pure sword intent, and the terrifying killing intent make Bi Yu's sword like a long rainbow through the sun, Jing Ke stabbing Qin, with the determination to go and never return!

In the guest seats, everyone only saw a dazzling and pure black light blooming, and without any gap, Xiao Wei's whole person was instantly swallowed by this black light, including Bi Yu, who was holding the sword, and the same was true.

After this black glow, what erupted was a circle of beautiful dazzling silver light, spinning with sharp energy, and the gun's intent flowing like the sun.

Immediately after the black mang erupted, the silver mang also exploded at the same time.

In everyone's eyes, there is such a scene, one black and one silver, and the two colors compete for glory.

But soon, the silver mangs were like being swallowed, the black mangs were monstrous, and many people's qi machines sensed the black mangs, and they only felt that their hearts were as if they were frozen, as if they had fallen into the purgatory of the nine hells, the purgatory of the dead, facing the endless death, and they couldn't help but shudder in unison.

"It's such a rich dead air, such a terrible dead air!"

Someone just let out a low cry of shock.

Boom, boom!

It seems that thousands of thunderbolts exploded at the same time.

The crowd was caught off guard, only to feel deafening, and their minds were buzzing.

That's it, the trace of qi scattered in the battle circle and endowed with the power of the divine spring, as if it was submerged by a terrible flood, was directly cut off from it, and what was fed back was a cold aura that made many people change color.

That gloomy and cold aura was a rich dead aura.

Some martial artists whose strength was only in the early stage of the Qi King Realm were damaged, and a trace of purple blood couldn't help but flow out of their nostrils, and their faces were covered with a layer of black qi.

The rich and cold breath of the big piece of the big piece will spread to all directions from the battle circle, and the cold dead air seems to contain a rich and majestic water vapor, but that kind of water vapor does not contain vitality, but is like the water of ten thousand poisons, rushing to the face, it feels painful on the face, such as the skin is about to be corroded.

The crowd was in turmoil, and many of the elite disciples of the Nebula Pavilion and the female disciples of the inner sect all let out exclamations.

Bai Qingchuan always stood quietly in the void not far from the battle circle, seeing this situation, his expression was also slightly moved, and as soon as he lifted his hand, a layer of light curtain rose, blocking all the dead qi that was about to spread, making it impossible to spread in all directions and unable to hurt the crowd.

After doing all this, his expression was slightly relieved, and he took a deep look at the scene in the dead air, and then looked up, and his gaze fell on the distant eastern sky.

There, in the cover of the clouds, there was a pair of cold eyes, staring closely at the scene that happened on the Nebula Peak, and the cold color in those eyes seemed to have become more intense at this time

(To be continued.) )

PS: Fourth Update!