Qi Wudao was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that under this blow, he would be able to kill Yebei so easily.

The seven-foot sword body was mixed with an extremely cold aura, and it slashed in an instant.

The next moment, Qi Wudao's pupils suddenly shrank.

Just because the white-clothed body in front of him slowly dissipated with the wind.

It turned out to be an afterimage!

What this means is clear to Qi Wudao, only by moving fast to the extreme can this kind of afterimage be produced.

Qi Wudao clenched the long sword in his hand, and looked around vigilantly, at this moment, he couldn't see Yebei's figure at all, which made him feel like a man's back, and cold sweat kept dripping from his temples.

Suddenly, he felt the slightest movement not far from the left side of his body, and turned around in vain, like a frightened bird.

The figure of Yebei stepping on the void slowly emerged, holding a knife in his right hand and a back in his left hand, but he didn't make any move.

The corners of Qi Wudao's eyes jumped, and on his forehead, a drop of sweat slowly dripped down his cheeks.

If the other party made a move just now, he would be able to hit himself hard in an instant.

He, why didn't he make a move?

Could it be that just because he is Qi Boyu's ancestor, he will show mercy to his subordinates?

This may be possible for others, but it is absolutely impossible for the person in front of you.

At this point, it is a battle of life and death.

The "fierce name" of the Northern King is known to all the warriors in the world, and he is by no means a soft-hearted person.

Below, Luo Feng and Sheng Hu stared into the air, both frowning slightly.

With the heart and combat style of the eldest brother, this is not the case at all.

It can be solved with one knife, and will never use a second knife.

In the scene just now, the two of them could see that if the eldest brother made a move, at this moment, this battle would probably be over.

……

"If you don't use all your strength, you won't have a chance."

Yebei's lips moved slightly, and an indifferent word floated indifferently, which made Qi Wudao's heart suddenly shocked.

What does that mean? Is it a reminder? Or is it a provocation? Or is it something else?

However, it doesn't matter anymore.

"Yebei, today's old man admits planting, Jiuyang Jue, I don't want it."

Qi Wudao's eyes were gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word.

This sentence is tantamount to admitting cowardice.

The ninth layer that had already used the Nine Yin Technique just now, although the trick had not yet come out, he knew that even if he used it, it was estimated that he would not be able to kill the other party, but would consume a huge amount of essence.

Obtaining the Nine Yang Jue, Yin and Yang dual cultivation, is his biggest reliance on entering the Guwu Swamp.

But now, although he is unwilling, he can only admit it.

Save your energy to go to the Guwu Swamp, find an opportunity to return, and kill him at night, at that time, it is not a matter of getting Jiuyang Jue to be captured.

Qi Wudao slowly withdrew his true qi and turned around to leave.

"In the land of Mobei, you can break if you want to, and you can leave if you want?"

Dressed in white, dancing in the wind, the corners of Yebei's mouth raised slightly, and he spoke indifferently.

Qi Wudao stopped when he heard this, turned his head sideways, and said coldly:

"Young man, don't be too arrogant!"

"The old man wants to leave, you can't stop it! If you have to stop it, the old man will fight for his life, and he will let you be buried with you! ”

The cold words could not hide the meaning of the threat.

Looking at the whole world, I am afraid that no one dares to threaten the king of the north with words.

However, he has no way, he does have this capital, and under the full explosion, he can reach the peak of the Holy Realm.

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do it."

There was always a faint smile on the corner of Yebei's mouth, and then he said: "Holding the commander of a country hostage and trespassing into the land of Mobei, every one is a capital crime. ”

Yebei's words are undoubtedly forcing Qi Wudao to make a move.

There was a moment of silence, and an eerie voice resounded in the air.

"In that case......

Qi Wudao turned around slowly, his cloudy eyes gradually became bloodshot, and the originally extremely cold aura also became extremely manic, and it was difficult to hide the monstrous killing intent.

The matter has come to this point, and the only way to kill him is to kill him in the north of the night.

He brought it on himself!

Below, Sheng Hu could feel the irritable aura coming from mid-air, and couldn't help but exclaim: "This is going to explode?" ”

Self-detonating dantian, this is a unique move of the soldiers of the war department, giving the opponent a devastating blow before dying.

Martial artists in society don't know this trick, and even if they are allowed to learn it, it is estimated that no one will want to.

After all, once it blew itself up and there were no bones left, who would practice this extremely tragic suicide technique.

"Not really."

Luo Feng stared into the air and spit out two words.

"It's burning qi and blood."

On the side, Bai Yourong said slowly, and his original lazy look could not hide a dignified look at the moment.

Only she knew why Yebei was slightly delayed in this battle.

This is in the process of fighting, remembering the opponent's moves and styles, so as to obtain the nine yin tricks on the opponent's body.

Right now, all the nine layers have been used, but the last trick has not been used, and Yebei is waiting for this last move.

Such a move, in the eyes of the world's martial artists, is tantamount to a fool's dream.

Can you learn the opponent's exercises just by fighting?

This is unheard of, and what kind of genius can it be?

This seems to be a fantasy thing, Bai Yourong believes that the young man in white in mid-air can do it.

At this moment, Qi Wudao's aura was still increasing, and the blood in his whole body was rattling.

Once the qi and blood are burned, they will be exchanged for nearly double the combat power, and of course, the consequence will be to destroy the foundation and burn their own lives.

This kind of extremely disadvantageous technique has long been abandoned by the world's martial artists.

I never thought about it, but this old antiquity of Qi Wudao secretly learned it.

"Yebei, since you took the initiative to find death! Then the old man will fulfill you! ”

Qi Wudao's eyes were red, he roared, and suddenly jumped up with force under his feet, and raised the seven-foot long sword with both hands, pointing straight at the sky.

He has already burned his blood, and every second is consuming years of life, I am afraid that it will be difficult to hold on for three minutes, and only by striking with all his strength and killing the opponent can the loss be minimized.

"Wow!!"

The thick word fell, and the sound shook the sky.

The ninth layer of the Nine Yin Jue, 凚!

Above the sword body, the faint blue light increased in vain, and the illusory sword shadow was a hundred meters long, exuding an extremely cold atmosphere, and the temperature dropped by three points in an instant.

You can see its power.

Qi Wudao was unwilling to perform it from beginning to end, and this last move consumed too much of the true qi in the dantian.

It is also clear that if you don't burn your blood, even if you cast it, you can't kill it with one hit.

It is necessary to combine the two to be effective.

"Die!!"

Qi Wudao held the sword in both hands and slashed it down.

The hundred-meter sword shadow fell rapidly with the momentum of devastating and decaying, blowing the white-clothed hunting sound.

Yebei stood still, his deep eyes watching the subtle movements of the other party.

This is the moment he was waiting for!

In such a situation, a thousandth of a second is enough to decide victory or defeat, in Qi Wudao's eyes, Yebei actually stood still, which was tantamount to looking for death.

The next moment, Yebei held the Beiwang Sword in his right hand, blooming with all his strength, exuding dazzling white light on his body, facing the monstrous sword shadow, and slammed up.

The Beiwang knife, like a red-hot soldering iron, has a red blade, facing the shadow of the sword, and slashes it with one sword!

Rumble!!

In an instant, the night was like day.

The wind swept the heavens and the earth, Qi Wudao's eyes were red, his long hair was dancing wildly, and his eyes burst out with crazy eyes.

This blow, if he can't kill Yebei, it will be the moment of his own demise.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to burn his blood and qi to release his full strength, and the strength of the peak level of the Holy Realm was undoubtedly revealed.

Under one blow, the sky was rolled up with wild sand.

Whether Yebei killed Qi Wudao or not, for a while, no one knows.

As the light slowly dissipated, the heavens and the earth returned to peace.

Luo Feng and Sheng Hu both had pupils that shrank.

Just because, they saw that on the white clothes, the scarlet blood stains were shocking.

Big brother, I'm injured!

Yebei's face was pale, his eyes were cold, and he slowly fell.

Holding a knife in his right hand, the white light slowly dissipated.

In his left hand, he was carrying a human head.

Exactly, Qi Wudao!