I have to say that Zhao Yi, who made a breakthrough in the "Sword Tyrant Three Styles" again, has increased his attack power by more than one level, but the power of the "Void Palm" used by the old man who really shot with all his strength is indeed stronger.

The golden-red sword qi collided with the dark palm print, and it was indeed barely able to resist it for a moment, but just for this moment, it had already reached the limit of this golden-red sword qi, and a pitch-black energy fluctuation spread, and the golden-red sword qi directly turned into nothingness.

And the dark palm print continued to shoot towards Zhao Yi.

It is conceivable that once this palm is confirmed, whether Ren Zhaoyi is the reincarnation of the Lord of the Sword or the Lord of Martial Arts, and how many memories of his previous life he has, I am afraid that he will not be able to escape death. However, with the golden red sword qi blocking it for a moment, it once again bought Zhao Yi enough time.

The Jade Lin Sword flipped slightly and disappeared into his hand, replaced by the Chihua Sword, which was already on the verge of being scrapped, and the other two swords in the Three Blades, the Wuhui Sword and the Ice Dust Sword.

The true yuan in the three small swords in the dantian frantically poured into these three swords, and with the influx of the true yuan, the cracks on the Chihua sword completely disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then the three swords were combined together in a mysterious way, turning into a new sword.

And the aura exuded from this sword was not under Fang Cai's jade sword at all.

Although the Jade Lin Sword has the dual attributes of water and fire, Zhao Yi only has the fire attribute treasure Earth Heart Flame and Xuanhuang Flame in his body, and there is no water attribute treasure, and among the three swords of the three blades, two of them are incomparably compatible with the treasure attribute in Zhao Yi's body.

After incorporating a trace of the origin power of Zhao Yi's three Five Elements Supreme Treasures, the new sword aura formed by the combination of the three swords was already close to the fourth-order peak sword.

The three fronts combined this time are three points stronger than when they fought with Wu Jie before.

As soon as the dark palm power crushed the golden-red sword qi, the sword that fused into almost all the power in Zhao Yi's body was slashed out in Zhao Yi's roar.

"Sword Tyrant, Infinite Sword"!

The sword qi that flashed with a three-color halo swept out from the blade of the three blades at this moment, and at the moment when this sword was slashed, the true yuan in Zhao Yi's body exploded again, directly breaking through the sixfold barrier of the Xuanzun Realm, and directly advancing to the sevenfold level of the Xuanzun Realm.

White gold, golden red, ice blue, the luster of the three colors circulated above the sword qi, and this sword even directly attracted the heaven and earth aura of the three attributes between heaven and earth to converge on the sword qi.

In the end, the three-color sword qi collided with the dark black palm power that also had the momentum of destroying everything, with an incomparable terrifying momentum.

Airplanes!

There was not the slightest sound coming out, only an invisible wave instantly swept across a radius of several thousand meters, and under the collision of this blow, all the sounds were directly shattered and could not be heard.

The three-color sword qi and the dark black palm power were frozen in the air, and for a while, no one could force anyone back.

At first glance, it seems that Zhao Yi and San Lao have formed an evenly matched situation.

It's just that the four people present all know that Zhao Yi's sword has exhausted almost all the strength in his body, while San Lao only shot with all his might, and it was far from the level of Zhao Yi's desperateness.

Seeing that such a powerful blow of his own was faintly resisted by Zhao Yi, the solemn look in the eyes of the old man couldn't help but flash, this level of strength exploded, should it be said that he was worthy of being a young genius who was valued by His Majesty and King Wuwei at the same time?

No, it's not a young genius, Zhao Yi, who has reached this level, is already a real powerhouse.

However, the stronger Zhao Yi became, the more determined Elder San was to capture him and bring him back to Yanjing City, no, to kill him on the spot! This kind of terrible talent, as long as he is completely dead, can be reassured.

With this realization in his heart, a ruthless color flashed on San Lao's face, and his left hand, which had been idle before, made a slight move behind him, and the black spear that had been suspended in the air flew quickly towards his hand, and finally held it firmly in his hand.

As the black demon true yuan in San Lao's body surged, pouring into the black spear, the spear in his hand faintly began to tremble, and he felt like he was about to get out of his hand.

With enough True Yuan pouring out, the pitch-black True Yuan actually formed a kind of horse training with a faint black thunder light flowing in front of San Lao's body, and the spear in the middle of the black thunder light training was under the traction of this force, and it trembled violently.

"Go!" Elder San's light snort, and the black spear directly turned into a brilliant streamer and shot out towards the three-color sword qi that was still deadlocked with his palm print.

At that moment, there was a terrifying sonic boom, and even Leng Yaoyang and Xia Feng next to them couldn't help but change their faces.

The two of them clearly saw that after the old man released the black spear, where the spear passed, the air was directly compressed into substance, and ripple-like shockwaves appeared.

With that level of strength, even if the two of them are hit, I'm afraid they won't be pleased.

However, it is precisely because of this cognition that Xia Feng, who has been watching the battle, made a decisive move.

An attack that would not end well even if he was hit head-on, if it fell on Zhao Yi, who had almost emptied all the strength in his body, he was afraid that it would really kill him.

One step out before Zhao Yi and San Lao, Xia Feng stretched out one hand, and the violent hurricane instantly converged in the palm of his hand, turning into a condensed wind shield, resisting in front of him.

However, before the black spear could hit Xia Feng's wind shield, the strength of Shan Lao's previous palm had completely shattered the three-color sword qi.

However, the three-color sword qi was shattered, and the pitch-black palm power was already damaged, but even so, the remaining palm power still carried the aftermath of the explosion towards Zhao Yi.

At this time, although Zhao Yi broke through to the seventh level of the Xuanzun Realm due to the huge pressure, at this time, the true yuan in his body was swept away, and only the innate sword qi surrounding the three small swords in the dantian still had enough power.

And in the face of this terrifying aftermath, Zhao Yi was also ready to emit all the twenty-seven innate sword qi in his body. But even with this kind of hole card, Zhao Yi also knows that he is afraid that he will not be able to withstand the final aftermath.

Just as Zhao Yi was about to burst out all the innate sword qi in the dantian, a blood-colored streamer appeared in front of him through the sky, and then, a brilliant and extreme blood-colored axe burst out, directly smashing all the aftermath and residual palm power.

It was Leng Yaoyang who arrived.

From Leng Yaoyang's eyes, it could naturally be seen that even if Zhao Yi had enough strength to block the residual palm strength and aftermath, the shock wave power set off by the final battle was enough to seriously injure Zhao Yi and even directly wipe him out.

Therefore, with this kind of cognition, Leng Yaoyang did not hesitate at all, and directly resisted all the remaining attacks and aftermaths.

Speaking of which, if the dark black palm strength was not damaged at all, then even if Leng Yaoyang was at his peak at this time, he might not be able to take it down easily, and he was likely to be seriously injured on the spot.

However, after being weakened by Zhao Yi's full sword, only the remaining powers, although they can also be called powerful, are not taken into Leng Yaoyang's eyes.

When Leng Yaoyang slashed out all the aftermath, the pitch-black spear with a brilliant streamer also smashed heavily on the wind shield created by Xia Feng.

No, maybe the wind shield that was just made could still become a wind shield, and by the time the spear hit the wind shield, the wind shield had already solidified into a wind wall.

The moment it smashed into the cyan wind wall, the black spear unleashed its power at will, intending to directly smash this extremely fragile wind wall.

However, this cyan wind wall only looked fragile, and behind it, there was a genuine king-level powerhouse who was constantly pouring that majestic true yuan power into it.

Even though the black spear contained terrifying power, compared to Xia Feng, a king-level powerhouse, these powers were still weaker after all.

In the end, all the power on the pitch-black spear was completely stripped away by Xia Feng with the power of the wind wall, and only the pitch-black spear was still tied to the wind wall.

It's just that the black spear at this time no longer has the slightest lethality.

Casually dispersing the wind wall, reaching out to hold the black spear in his hand, Xia Feng actually felt an extremely strong resistance and an extremely deep demonic intent coming from the spear.

However, this spear was only a fourth-order high-level Xuan soldier after all, no matter how powerful the power it contained, in front of Xia Feng, a king-level powerhouse, it looked as weak as a child.

With a cold snort, he suppressed the spear and threw it into his spatial ring casually, Xia Feng raised his head and slowly looked at the scattered old man on the opposite side who was already full of horror, and said lightly:

"This is the end of the matter, you either retreat here, or bury your bones here. ”

A king-level powerhouse, domineering.