"Ang~"

The dragon groaned, and the huge head of the golden dragon was like a mountain pressing on him!

The huge dragon head brought He Yi a moment of panic, but in just a moment, it was replaced by a powerful self-confidence!

In the dream, no one is as strong as him!

Rumble~

The golden dragon flew upside down. He Yi stood in the void with a knife, and the posture of the strong man was like a god.

"Roar~"

The golden dragon's roar changed in anger and anger. It transformed into a big golden hand that covered the sky and the sun, and slapped it from afar.

The space was shattered inch by inch, and the river was sucked up and flew, pouring into the void!

This is the true power of the Great Divine Power of the Hand of the Heavens!

With this great supernatural power, Guiyi can also kill immortals!

When the giant palm clapped, He Yi's heart trembled. But soon, he gritted his teeth and shook off the faint sense of fear!

The strong, never afraid!

The knife grip is tighter, and the force is greater. His eyes froze, he shouted, and flew out like a sharp arrow!

The world is dark, and the sunlight is obscured and disappears by the boundless hand. And at this moment, his knife is like a star that lights up the world, dazzling.

Smack......

He Yi rose into the sky, and the big golden hand was pierced through a gap, and golden blood gushed out.

With a painful dragon groan, the hand of the heavens slapped on the surface of the river, directly hitting the water flow within a thousand miles into nothingness, and the remaining power that escaped also set off huge waves and rolled out.

He Yi, unscathed.

He stood tall in the sky, overlooking the blood-stained golden dragon.

Defeated the legendary supernatural powers, the strong self-confidence couldn't be suppressed, and turned into a rampant sentence: "Little worm, let me go to the bar......!"

In the midst of wild laughter, he raised his firewood knife and swooped down from above the nine heavens!

This knife, with his belief in killing all opponents, and his domineering momentum, seemed to turn the heavens and the earth into a fine light and swallowed it into the blade!

Rumble......

The golden dragon was knocked to the bottom of the water, and another huge wave was rolled up. The golden blood flower floated on the surface of the river, and the dragon chant and the golden light never appeared again.

He Yi held the firewood knife, standing proudly above the clouds, and there was no living creature in the four realms.

Look at the world, only me. This is me, the king of Ho Yi!

At this moment, in his dream, he was extremely confident. And at this time, the hoarse voice once again echoed between heaven and earth: "Strong, brave, crazy, the three in one, it is for domineering." The knife should be. ”

This voice is so familiar......

He Yi had a thought. Suddenly, in the dream, the heavenly river reversed, time and space reversed, the infinite Dao method was shattered into the end, and the earth, water, wind and fire raged in the sky!

Dreams shattered.

He Yi, who was startled, sat up in shock, and his heart beat violently a few times before he was soothed by the sound of flowing water.

Night or night, river or river, he is still him.

Thinking of the self-proclaimed "seat" and the self-proclaimed king in Fang Cai's dream, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile. It's just that the artistic conception of strength, courage and madness, and the mention of the ethereal voice, seem to be imprinted in the heart, and it is extremely clear.

Recalling the power of his sword to fly the golden dragon, he couldn't help but secretly speculate: This dream is so clear, and the feeling is so real, almost the same as the real thing. Strange, how could I have such a dream? That voice seemed to make sense.

Falling onto the deck, he propped himself on the side of the ship with his hands and looked down at the rushing water.

The artistic conception of the three knives seems to be real. This dream doesn't look like a dream, but like someone is teaching him how to swords!

"Really, is it a knife technique?"

He muttered, raised his arm, and pulled out the wood knife on his back.

Starting with the ancient knife, the experience in the dream suddenly became clearer!

Is it true?

He Yi was puzzled, but he was even more excited! If he could really slash out those earth-shattering three swords, then even if the opponent was a Heavenly Immortal of the Qingming Realm, he would dare to call out!

Get your feet wet!

Even if it's fake, there's no loss!

Manipulating the immortal ship to stop, he closed his eyes and quietly reminisced about the sword between Pang Sheng and the strong man he had used.

Strong is unstoppable!

Strong, I'm awesome!

Open your eyes, raise your knife, and slash!

The wind is fierce, and the knife is like a curtain!

This knife slashed into the air, and the invisible sword qi distorted the field of vision, flying straight out twenty zhang before it gradually weakened and dispersed.

He Yi's mind tensed, and he saw all this clearly. The moment the sword qi appeared, he knew that he had had a great dream.

This knife is much, much worse than the strong knife of Pang Sheng in the dream, but it has a faint rudimentary form. He understands that swordsmanship is not only based on faith, but also on an understanding of a certain truth. In that dream, all three paths had been clearly touched by him. So, he can practice!

Strong, brave, mad. Overbearing!

There are three thousand avenues, and it turns out that domineering is also one of them!

Why did he have such a dream, he had no time to think. At this time, the only thing He Yi had to do was to take advantage of the fact that the impression in his heart had not faded, and quickly learn the three knives!

The wood knife whirred and whirred, bringing up pieces of distorted shadows in the air, that is, the knife qi.

The moon boat continued to move forward, without his mind control, and its speed was only about the same as that of ordinary ships. Xiao Yi lay on the chair in the canopy, watching him sometimes close his eyes, sometimes wave a knife, and a pair of tentacles trembled and waved from time to time, as if applauding.

Late this night, He Yi turned into a martial idiot and started another practice of his own without sleep.

The way of strength is unstoppable, fierce and strong, and it is a crushing like destruction!

The way of bravery, no matter the danger, no matter whether there is a way out, is only a fight, and then the result!

The way of madness, it doesn't matter who he is, beat him first!

Knife after knife, all slashed into the air. Wherever the moon boat passed, the sword qi did not leave a trace, but it confirmed the growth of the person who made the knife. The sword qi became more and more thrilling, from the original distorted air flow to the light and shadow that was like substance. When sailing at night, they sometimes meet passers-by, and if they see ordinary people, they immediately avoid them, while a few strong people nod secretly, as if in appreciation.

The river is getting wider and wider, and it is no longer known how wide it is hundreds of miles. The water did not become gentle, and the speed was still the same as before.

The starry night is long, but it flies by. A night rain, a few gusts of river wind, unconsciously the sky turned white, and the sun rose in the east.

He Yi is crazy, he seems to have forgotten everything, and in addition to the knife in his heart, it is the Tao.

Lin Yanzhi realized the three styles of amazing swordsmanship more than 100 years ago, and there was also a Taoist technique that even Danjun had suffered. And how easy is he, who says that it can't?

He asked himself if he couldn't become a master of strategizing like Shangxuan Daozun and Luomei Daochang, but he wanted to become a wild god like the Divine Monkey General! One person and one sword, break through the four immortal realms, and cut down countless kings! Those who trap me, cut! Those who hate me, cut! Those who mock me, or cut! If anyone is unhappy, give him a knife, and whoever looks for death, let him die!

With this courage and means, Fang is worthy of being the master of the divine sword, and Fang is worthy of being the successor of Tianyan Strategy!

"Drink!"

With a thunderous shout, He Yi slashed with a knife, and the invisible knife qi was swept into the Yinlong River, separating the thousands of zhang of river water and setting off a hundred feet of waves!

This time, it has surpassed the final knife of the wind and fire knife sail!

In the distance, someone on the boat looked at the sound and exclaimed.

Looking at the results of his sword, He Yi shook his head secretly.

This kind of fire is only slightly stronger than the sail of the sea of fire, and it is too much different from the kind of momentum used by Pang Sheng. With a knife wound in the strong, he can only barely be regarded as a beginner.

The three knives in the dream are not knife gas, but real hard shock. He was still practicing at the moment, and his strength control was not perfect, so he had a sword qi to release. When he is completely familiar with the physical power in the late stage of unification, he will be able to control the restraint of his power and never leak it again.

With a knife to get started, He Yi was in a good mood, but he didn't plan to rest there. He saw Xiao Yi, the little guy had no interest in cheering him on, and he seemed to be hungry.

left two pieces of 50,000 or 60,000 catties of Qinghe Stone Mother in the cabin, and this weight suddenly made the fairy boat draft two feet more. After disposing of it, he instructed the little guy to pay attention to vigilance, and then sank into the three artistic conceptions of domineering again.

The Yinlong River basin is vast, covering almost half of the Suyu Prefecture. The immortal boat without mana is not as fast as the galloping horse on land in the river, and it is only moving slowly. Along the way, more and more people saw the mad demon swordsman on the immortal boat, and there were even people with similar speeds, watching him from afar.

He Yi's figure is not the muscular and strong man of Panjun, but more like a lean body. His stubble was untrimmed, and his hair was a little unkempt, and he looked like a sloppy brute with a profligate shape. In the eyes of others, he is the kind of madman who is obsessed with martial arts, who doesn't care about appearance, only determines strength.

And in fact, when he really devotes himself to something, it is indeed no different from a madman. When he first embarked on the path of asceticism, he used to refine his body regardless of his living environment, eating dry food and beast meat, and sleeping in natural caves. Later, I had several retreats such as the Cliff, the Shore of the Sea of Stars, and the Wishful Star, but I was all wholeheartedly engaged in one thing and never distracted.

There is nothing peculiar about this kind of thing, because all immortal cultivators have times when they concentrate on concentration, but some people perform in front of others, while others only spend time in the ashram.

Who is not a madman who can go far away on the road of cultivating immortals? Compared to Lori's more than 1,000 years of solo cultivation and hundreds of years of void shuttle, He Yi's cultivation is really nothing.

There is no moon and stars in the Supreme Immortal Realm, but the "years" still exist. The sun rises in the east and moves west, and the starry sky changes and changes. He Yi's moon boat traveled on the Longyin River without beginning or end, and it never stopped even though the river surface changed from five hundred miles to five thousand miles.

The water is still flowing down, the boat is still moving forward, and people are still tireless for the madness of the knife.

He Yi can't remember how many times he slashed the chai knife, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or millions of times.

Two pieces of more than 100,000 catties of Qinghe Shimu have eaten again.

Xiao Yi was very aggrieved because it had been hungry for almost a month. After reaching the five-star realm, its appetite was ten times larger than before, and now it had to eat a piece of Qinghe Stone Mother that was nearly the size of a grinding plate. The weight of such a large stone is about 700 catties, but it is only enough to maintain its strength absorption for ten days. Of course, this day is the day in Xiao Yi's impression, not the day of the Supreme Immortal Realm! The day of the Supreme Immortal Realm, it needs to eat 25,000 catties of food!

At some point, the little thing finally couldn't hold back the feeling of hunger, and carefully crawled behind He Yi, and then crawled down his body to his shoulder and bit him.

So, He Yi was ready to go away with a knife!