"How can there be so much Yuan Force?"

Mu Fengbai and Demon Flow Sword Venerable glanced at each other, their eyes were deeply shocked.

The black Yuan Li seeped out from the eyebrows of His Royal Highness, swayed and fell like a cloud, falling into the ground like a river, covering the Daji Mountains at the bottom of his feet.

Mu Fengbai asked himself if he had not interrupted his cultivation over the years after entering the Nine Pins, and now that he was at the peak of the Nine Pins, the release of Yuan Li was not as good as one percent of the person in front of him.

Yuan Li, which is a hundred times stronger than himself?

Are you kidding?

Even the Demon Flow Sword Venerable, who had already become famous during the Eight Great Kingdoms, couldn't believe it.

The Demon Flow Sword Venerable had a gloomy face and said in a low voice: "The strength of the Heavenly Aspect Cultivator is not something we can imagine, and we can't let him successfully advance to the Ninth Rank!"

The burly man who was sitting on the black horse slapped his sheath suddenly, and the heavy sword behind him was unsheathed in an instant, and the sword moved with the person, and the golden Yuan Force flame slashed through the night sky of the Daji Mountain Range, burning out a blazing channel!

Rise up with a sword!

After the advent of the great world, the Demon Flow Sword Venerable, who successfully comprehended the meaning of the domain, handed out a sword.

The pitch-black Demon Flow heavy sword turned golden from the hilt, and the faint yuan power was hot.

but can no longer be saved.

The burly man with his hands on the hilt of the sword took a deep breath, and resisted again, ten percent of the yuan force was fully opened, and his strength was comparable to that of a dragon elephant, and all the raindrops that fell at his feet were blown away by the yuan force at this moment!

Just the raindrops that were bounced off by Yuan Li exploded like needles, splashing on the scale armor and immediately bursting into cracks!

Not to mention the man who was hit in the chest with all his might by the heavy sword.

Demon Flow Sword Venerable's pupils shrank.

He clearly perceived that this sword smashed out, like a mayfly shaking a tree, and the Demon Flow Sword that could break through the small hill with Yuan Force was like reaching the top of the Forgotten Return Mountain, which had stood for thousands of years.

The man stood still.

Not even a hint of shaking.

What a terrible physique is this?

Immediately after that, there was an even hotter heat from the end above the tip of the sword!

Is that the man's domain?!

The Demon Flow Sword Venerable couldn't suppress his roar, and pushed forward with his palms against the hilt of the sword with both hands, the whole person formed an arc with the ground, his body was like a big bow bent and full of circles, and the soles of his feet had been deeply trampled into the dirt.

To no avail.

In the rain and fog, the heat spreads.

Yi Xiao, who was expressionless, had already returned to her normal height.

He was far less burly than the Demon Flow Sword Venerable in front of him.

He rolled out a hand with an indifferent face.

The palm of the palm rests against the blade of the heavy sword, the thumb is buckled under the sword surface, and the other four fingers are gently knocked down to resist the huge heavy sword.

Start moving forward.

The burly man's voice was pressed back into his chest from his throat, his eyes reddened, but he could only retreat in the end.

The black robe was swaying in the heavy rain, Yi Xiao bent his four fingers, and the man on the other end of the heavy sword was so crushed that his knees almost hit the ground.

His Highness took a step forward.

Demon Flow Sword Venerable's face turned red and he took a step back.

It's not wrestling anymore.

There is not the slightest kendo contest.

On top of this heavy sword, the domain intent covered by the Demon Flow Sword Venerable, the moment it was buckled by Yi Xiao's fingertips, it didn't even have time to roll back, and it was shattered in an instant, and it was devastating!

Coverage of ninety percent becomes coverage of less than one percent within three breaths.

This is the suppression of strength.

Heaven and earth, clouds and mud.

It's a two-level engagement.

The Demon Flow Sword Venerable couldn't believe the fact that the man in front of him hadn't advanced to the ninth rank yet.

He looked frightened, raised his head, and found that he had unconsciously shortened the black-robed man in front of him by half a body.

Yi Xiao's face was hidden in the hunting black robe, and there was only the ultimate purity of black and white in the eyes revealed.

It's like a demon king coming to the world.

The cloud of territorial light that he swallowed into his abdomen emitted a brilliant light through the flesh and mortal fetus in his lower abdomen.

"I gave up Dacheng's Sword Domain. ”

His Royal Highness suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "You are right, it may be difficult for me to get out of that perfect path. ”

The embryo of the Killing Sword Domain, if it wants to run towards the Dacheng realm of the strongest domain intent, it only raises thirty percent at most, and as for the other domain intents, it is far inferior to the killing domain intent.

The Demon Flow Sword Venerable, whose knees were pressed to the ground in front of him, had a good sentence before.

Yi Xiao crumpled all the domain meanings.

It's a pity that it's not to make up the Yuan Li who needs to be promoted to the ninth grade.

How could they understand how much Yuan Power there was in Yi Xiao's Lotus Pond?

Enough Yuan Li for the Holy Island to practice for a whole year.

Enough to submerge the entire Oji Mountains under your feet.

Yi Xiao crumpled these domain intents, just to feed them to the Killing Sword Domain.

Five hundred in one go.

These souls under his command were all devoured by the Killing Sword Domain, and the killing thoughts and resentments in the world, as well as the karma of reincarnation, were all the essence of this domain meaning.

It's a pity that there is no Great Perfection yet.

His Royal Highness can't wait for the Great Perfection.

Above the sky, thunder flashed—

The black-robed man with five fingers suddenly crushed the blade of the heavy sword with angry eyes and waved his robe sleeves.

The burly man who was kneeling on the ground didn't have time to withdraw his hand to protect his cheek, and a stream of blood shot out, and the whole person flew out upside down, smashing out a long path.

A bloody mark on the neck that almost cut off the head.

The burly man's head and body bones were all severed by the sword qi, and only an extremely thin line of flesh was connected together.

Dead that can't die anymore.

Mu Fengbai's face was pale, he couldn't suppress his exclamation, and before he had time to drive the horse back, he saw the chilling black figure in the thunder.

The speed of that black robe was really incredible, and even the thunder light that fell from the zenith did not dissipate, and it had already appeared in front of Mu Fengbai!

Yi Xiao stepped down with one foot, stomped on the ground with the head of the black horse under Mu Fengbai's crotch, stepped into a puddle of mud, and picked up Mu Fengbai.

Mu Fengbai's face was pale, and he was lifted up by Yi Xiao's shoulder armor with both hands and held it high.

The thunder shone through, reflecting the blood-soaked face of His Royal Highness.

Yi Xiao's face was expressionless, his hands were ten fingers, and the unsatisfactory killing sword domain was extended to the black armor scale surface with his fingertips, and then into Mu Fengbai's bones!

The most arrogant "egret" among the four swords of the Northern Wei Dynasty was forced into the second sword intent by Yi Xiao in his body, and he went retrograde for a week.

This is a severe pain that ordinary people simply cannot bear.

Mu Fengbai opened his mouth and smiled.

Teeth covered in blood.

It's just that Yi Xiao's killing sword intent is too strong, so that it is difficult for him to even breathe, and when he opens his mouth at this moment, he can't even spit out a word.

His Royal Highness stared at Mu Fengbai and said calmly, "You want to speak?"

Mu Fengbai also stared at Yi Xiao.

He opened his mouth slightly.

Maybe he wanted to tell Yi Xiao how miserable he died when he fell into his own hands and died outside Fengting City outside Fengting City.

Maybe he wanted to add fuel and vinegar to his deeds of abusing and killing that man back then, at least he could anger the little highness in front of him.

It's just that His Royal Highness's face is as indifferent as usual, not mixed with the slightest emotion, even if he is avenging Lao Duan, there is no joy or sadness on his face, no sadness and no happiness.

Numb.

Mu Ran.

And Mu Fengbai didn't say a word.

Yi Xiao said very slowly to the man, word by word-

"Outside the Wind Court City, blood debts are paid in blood. ”

Mu Fengbai's eyes widened suddenly, his hands clenched Yi Xiao's tiger's mouth, and he struggled desperately in the air, and the pain that was ten times more cruel than before was blessed in his bones, so the blood between his mouth and nose burst out.

Yi Xiao's sentence "Outside the Fengting City, blood debts and blood are repaid" fell ruthlessly.

With every word, the killing domain intention rolled, cutting the meridians and cutting veins in Mu Fengbai's bones for a week.

And so on for eight weeks.

It's like hell.

Lifted by Yi Xiao, the young man hidden under the black armor had lost the slightest breath after the sword qi of the eight weeks had been running, his arms were soft and drooping, and his whole body slowly stretched out.

One more corpse in the Daiji Mountains.

Mu Fengbai's fine skin bag was casually thrown by Yi Xiao next to the corpse of the Demon Flow Sword Venerable.

His Royal Highness raised his hand and picked up the hem of the black robe, trembling slightly, and restraining the robe.

In the midst of the chaos.

He looked up and looked around, feeling at first an endless confusion.

The sound of countless horses' hooves on the ground mingled, the land trembled beneath their feet, and the entire mountain range was trampled by iron horses.

The rain that will destroy the world will quench all the flames.

But the fire in my heart was blazing.

Yi Xiao was in a trance.

He thought back to the scene before he and Xiao Buyi rushed out of the snow mist forest that day.

The cloth-clothed man smiled and half-raised his thick knife and said to himself, "Accept your auspicious words." ”

"If I return to Qi Liang, I will marry her. ”

The thick knife was still stuck at his feet, and he sank into the ground for three points.

The man is no longer there.

There seemed to be the man's voice lingering in his ears.

Yi Xiao looked at it in a daze, her black and white eyes reflected the reflection of the world in the heavy rain, and among the thousands of horses, she couldn't find that person.

"Boom".

What is broken.

His Royal Highness slowly lowered his head and found that the thick knife was overwhelmed, and the handle of the knife was separated and broken into two.

......

......

"Boom".

What is broken.

Tang Xiaoman looked blankly at the wooden stick in his hand.

Qingshi sighed, looked at the female benefactor who had gone and returned, and sighed and said: "Sign off, a great omen, don't ask for a sign anymore." ”

Xiao Shami pursed his lips and looked at his own prison adult.

Qingshi raised his head and looked at the tall man who also entered the temple with a team of people, the man also held a broken stick in his hand, his eyebrows were entwined with heroic spirit, with a hint of tiredness, he didn't even have time to unload the armor, and he estimated that he had been coming south from Beigusu Road, and he didn't know how many nights he hadn't slept in, and he was afraid that he would have to run to Qijiang overnight tonight.

Qingshi considered the words and said helplessly: "Your Highness, you must know that there is a line left in the sky, and the fortune is not dead." ”

Xiao Wuregret, who came from the south of Beigu Su Dao, frowned, and tried to make his voice soft...... I begged for him to sign and signed; The younger siblings begged for him to sign, and the sign was broken again. ”

His Highness paused.

He smiled in a trembling voice, "Bodhisattva...... You say, they're going to be fine, right?"

Bluestone is silent.

The silence in this courtyard speaks for itself.

His Royal Highness sniffed, carefully holding the wooden stick, not daring to let go or put it together, and muttered, "Wait, big brother will come to pick you up." ”

He squeezed out a smile: "Take you home." ”