The figures standing alone on the plain were particularly glaring.

The demon girl in the green gauze painted almost perfect eyebrows, the female swordsman and the female swordsman guarded the treasure and kept the treasure inch by inch, the red-sleeved maid hummed a song, and the young man drank wine.

It seems that Xue Fengdao is more normal, his pupils are dilated, his lips are trembling, and his knuckles are pinched white, this is the reaction that should be in the face of the sea of corpses and blood.

Destroying an army of 800,000 people, they can do it with a little effort and effort, but with a wave of Chen Yi's hand, 800,000 fresh lives will be wiped out...

Can't do it, they really can't do it.

One thought arises and all things are born, this is nothing, one thought is extinguished and all things are silent, it is not terrifying, he killed many people, he is laughing, he is drinking, his face does not change...

It's not a question of whether the strength is enough.

800,000 human lives, without being affected by half of it, causing the slightest emotional fluctuation, how cold and indifferent is this humane heart?

Other words.

How firm is his Dao heart?

When I make a decision, I will never regret it, I will do it if I want to, from the moment my sword is unsheathed, whether it is right or wrong, whether it is karma, I don't care.

From the "Supreme Jade Emperor Heart Seal Sutra Fragment", the truth realized.

The true meaning of the four words of Taishang forgetfulness should be lonely and unmoving, as if forgotten, that is, the heart is affectionate, but not affected by affection, not trapped by affection, open-minded and free.

This way, Qingfeng's vein is wrong.

…

I don't know what the young man said to the maid, the latter suddenly ran away quickly, pulled the other three, and drove the treasure into the city, he looked at the Nine Venerable Mortal Realm.

The nine people started from their hearts, and they couldn't help but retreat more than ten meters.

"Steady!"

The city lord of the deserted city took a deep breath and pretended to be calm: "If everyone rushes up, even if he is a sword god, it is impossible to kill all nine of us..."

"When his mana is exhausted, he will be doomed too!"

Xue Fengdao nodded solemnly: "That's right, you must not hide your secrets, this method is quite treacherous, only if we work together, there will be a glimmer of life." ”

The rest responded one after another, silently adjusting their own state.

Chen Yi let them return to the peak before he said lightly:

"Done talking?"

The Nine Great Slashers were waiting for the battle, and the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

Chen Yi stepped out of a few zhang in one step, instantly came to the nine people, raised his arm, five fingers like an eagle hook, palm. The heart thunder light gathered, seemed to float lightly, and smashed on the chest of the blue-faced ghost king.

Outside Tai'an City, this person insulted Dong Yunyue with foul language.

He remembers.

The thunder exploded, and the overflowing aura distorted the void.

Palm. Heart thunder!

The blue-faced ghost king's eyelids jumped wildly, he roared, his eyebrows bloomed, and layers of scale armor rolled out of his chest, and at the same time he retreated step by step, but he was still no faster than the golden light.

"Boom!"

After only one blow, the Xuanwu armor, which was supposed to be indestructible, collapsed into pieces and flew around, and the Green Ghost King staggered back seven or eight steps, and fell straight to the ground.

I glanced down, there was a big hole in my chest, but there was no blood, the charred flesh was as black as charcoal, and it was arcing, my head was crooked, and my breath was cut off.

The killing machine that the remaining eight people finally rolled out with great difficulty was like being splashed on the head by a basin of cold and biting cold water, dousing the invisible, and Dong Yunyue and the others were also dumbfounded.

One move.

The blue-faced ghost king, who is also in the realm of slashing mortals, has not even gone through a round under the opponent's hands, and he has not even had time to sacrifice the magic weapon, and he almost kills the same level in seconds, is this still a human?

Chen Yi ignored everyone's horror and slapped again. Heart thunder, slapped at the owner of Dongtian Island.

The latter knew that there was no way to avoid it, and his face was extremely hideous: the great country is close at hand, and the splendid future is in front of him, how can he sink into the sand here? He was unwilling!

Gritted teeth.

The dust in his hand slammed into the heavenly spirit, holding a breath of resentment in his chest and throat, and directly crushed his body: the ancient gods were able to travel to the gods and control the qi, but unfortunately, he only learned the fur and was not good at learning.

Palm. The heart thunder penetrated into the true spirit of the moth, unharmed, and Chen Yi was stunned for a second.

"I have the ability to destroy the old man's true spirit!"

Xiang Zizi laughed angrily, and his laughter was full of pride: with the blessing of his supernatural powers, he sent a trace of his natal true spirit to heaven and earth, turning into an ethereal nothingness, unreachable.

The disadvantage is that it can only exist in this form permanently in the future, after all, there is a disability in learning.

After only a few laughs, he stopped abruptly: I saw that Chen Yi was not in a hurry, he put his finger to his mouth, and with a light bite, a drop of essence blood was forced out by him, and it was purple-red.

The spectators were puzzled.

The master of the Dudu Cave Heavenly Island was facing the moth, and he clearly glimpsed that around the drop of purple-red essence blood, there was a strip of blood that could not be detected by the naked eye... Purple Thunder Snake!

The snake's pupils are upside down, yin and indifferent, swallowing snake letters, but the petite and delicate body faintly exudes a majestic and turbulent destructive qi, which tells Xiang Zi...

Will die!

"Go."

Chen Yi flicked his fingers, and the blood droplets shot towards the moth, and everyone was stunned: A single drop of essence blood can also kill? Moreover, it is still a mortal realm to kill?

The next second.

The Burning Soul escaped and gave the answer to the moth.

Less than five zhang.

Blood began to spill out of the seven orifices of the moth.

Less than three feet.

Lunge down on the borer without warning.

Finally to his body.

Everyone was unexpected: blood droplets hit Xiang Moth's body, as if it increased by hundreds of millions of catties out of thin air, and with a loud bang, the earth was smashed into a deep pit.

Xiang Moth is obviously exhausted, lying in a deep pit, like a grass carp that has been fished out of the water, first jumping around, then dying and struggling, and finally dying.

The world sees only the palm. Heart thunder kills, but he doesn't know that the divine thunder attacks the soul and specializes in the true spirit.

Natural enemies!

Across half of the territory to attack the city, there are still seven people left, all the grass and trees are soldiers, staring at the borer who has run out of oil and lamps, hoping that the other party still has unused hole cards.

And then like the demon lord in the sky, he killed that in a desperate situation, he was a terrifying young sword immortal... However, no miracle appeared, and the true spirit of Xiang Moth finally disappeared.

Jiuque, the city lord of the deserted city, looked at Chen Yi with complicated eyes, was silent for a while, and asked:

"Sword God... Aren't you a sword practitioner? ”

This sword immortal who is recognized by the world, everyone thinks that he can only use a sword, but in fact, his Dao magic power is not weaker than a sword.

"Just you? They are not worthy of my sword. ”

"Master!"

Then.

The voice of the red musk deer suddenly came from the city tower: "Sister Qingyu said that she stewed pork ribs when she left the palace, and she was expected to be almost cooked, so that you can make a quick decision, she is hungry." ”

Chen Yi raised his eyebrows and made a gesture with his left index finger towards the city.

It means a hundred breaths.

"Don't you want to see my sword? It just so happens that my maid is in a hurry to eat, so let your hole cards be played, and I will make a sword, so as not to delay the hour. ”

None of the seven were talking nonsense, because in the current situation, it was useless to say more: they quickly formed an encirclement and trapped the young man with the sword at his waist.

Chen Yi's fingertips slashed across the blade of the sword and flicked it lightly.

"Boom!"

The sword roared crisply, the sword qi spread like water waves, he nodded his chin slightly, and motioned to the other party to take the lead: the seven people were not hypocritical and polite, and directly sacrificed their own killing moves.

In a flash.

A number of magic weapons with different appearances appeared in the world, and one by one the Dharma bodies rose and fell in the vast void, evolving their own laws, purple qi extended, and the universe vibrate.

"Kill!"

The seven killings struck, Chen Yi held the hilt of the sword, his lips moved slightly, and his eyebrows were full of sword qi, overflowing: "This sword, return to the ruins, the immortal can be called the second in the world." ”

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering sword aura rose from the ground without warning, and almost at the same time, Xue Fengdao, who bore the brunt of the Demon Sealing Palace, was killed on the spot by the first wave of sword qi.

Thirtieth breath.

With Chen Yi as the center, countless fierce sword qi suddenly rose horizontally across the earth, spectacular as a great spring gushing, such a vision, it was really a thunderstorm on the ground, shocking!

The fiftieth breath.

Ten zhang in a radius, a hundred zhang, and a thousand zhang, all of them are soaring into the sky and rising mighty sword qi, as if the unprecedented tide hit the shore, and the bright sword light has been submerged in front of Tai'an City.

Sixtieth breath.

The sword light dissipated, six people were killed, there were no bones, only one person was left and half kneeling on the plain of Xiao Se and slaughtering, it was Jiuque, the lord of the deserted city, who held an object with both hands:

"I'm sorry, fellow Daoist, it's a little better."

The sword is sheathed.

Chen Yi frowned, he always did what he said, saying that if he only made one sword, he would never use the second sword: "What is it in your hand that can block this sword technique?" ”

"Danshu Iron Coupon!"

Jiuque wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said proudly: "I am fortunate to be blessed by God, except for rebellion, if the rest commit capital crimes, you can forgive me nine deaths, and my descendants will die three times!" ”

"Oh."

Chen Yi stepped forward, looked at it casually, and then suddenly gathered thunder in his palm, and slapped it towards Jiuque: bang, his head bloomed, and the young man pursed his lips disdainfully.

"It's my business."