However, just when Li Yuanxi was concentrating and trying his best to capture the breath in front of him, the familiar taste of the soul rope approached again.

With only a distraction, the sword weight narrowed the distance a little further. Li Yuanxi scolded angrily in his heart, but he could no longer track it, the green shadow in the forest on the side flashed, and a long vine pierced like a poisonous snake.

Li Yuanxi let out a low snort, and the surging true breath stirred up in his chest, and when he burst out through the qi veins, he turned into a fierce and fierce one, and in the terrifying scream, he pressed his finger on the front of the long vine.

The long vine stretched straight in an instant, but it was not damaged at all, and twenty zhang away, a tall tree with a thick hug was blown to pieces.

In the splash of debris, a figure ejected out, and in a few turns between the lush branches and leaves, seven or eight spiritual snake-like qi machines probed over, restraining the vitality of heaven and earth, and making a crackling sound.

The aura of the sword barons disappeared completely at this moment.

Li Yuanxi didn't even care about getting angry, his true breath urged with all his might, and a big spinning body, like a blade, flew out, blocking the seven or eight spirit snake qi machines, and his figure flew up into the sky, chasing towards the place where the sword bargeon's aura disappeared.

The attack of the soul rope came to an abrupt halt, and it seemed that he also sensed the change on the side of the sword and heavy son.

Today, Li Yuanxi's luck was particularly good, and he only flew more than ten miles, and then he vaguely felt the breath of the sword baron.

He didn't dare to slack off, feeling that he had locked his qi on Jian Yanzi's body, the corners of his eyes burst with joy, and then he flew through the forest like a falcon.

However, he had just penetrated the forest, and behind him was strength and body. Even the medium of attack has not changed, it is still a green vine that has just been torn off the tree.

Li Yuanxi was furious, and while scolding the eighteenth generation ancestor of the soul-pulling rope in his heart, he slashed at the front of the tree vine with his backhand.

It's just a touch. He screamed wildly, and the qi machine wrapped around the vine magically disappeared the moment it touched the edge of his palm. The vines immediately crumbled into ashes, but a tenfold sharp true breath had already entered from the other side.

Thanks to his profound skills. Overnight, the qi and veins changed, the body shifted, and the qi passed by, and the fierce friction with the body protector was fierce, and finally even broke into the body, hurting his muscles and veins.

He was so sore that he had some pain in his back......

On the back?

His pupils dilated suddenly, and he didn't even have time to yell "bad". There was an instant pinching of a spiritual trick in his heart, and his muscles suddenly tightened at this time.

"Wraith?"

A very distinctive voice sounded, and for a moment he couldn't even tell whether the speaker was male or female.

And the next moment, a palm weighing more than a thousand jun slapped at his top door, he roared, and the seven orifices splashed blood at the same time, and the strange force brought by the demon spirit across the air was more and more condensed.

He brazenly counterattacked!

However. Just as the palm of his hand was raised, the top door, neck, vest, rib side, and ear door were in severe pain at the same time. Fingers, palms, fists, elbows, or knees, the five true breaths that destroy the essence of mière, like piercing a piece of tissue paper, burst into the body, converge in his chest, and explode.

How strong is the demonic power that enters the body? Under this overwhelming torrent of true breath, he was also washed to pieces, he vomited a mouthful of blood paste with fragments of internal organs, and reached out to scratch it in the void, he already understood. At this time, it will never be a "soul pull".

However, he didn't understand, when did such a cultivator in the polar realm appear who was equally terrifying, tacit and almost terrifying, and why would he kill him like this?

He'll never figure it out.

A desperate palm print struck him on the forehead, erasing the last vestige of his senses.

His body was still in the air, and the powerful, continuous detonation pressure tore every inch of muscle and bone apart, and by the time he landed, he had lost the slightest bit of human form.

The delicate body of the butterfly fairy rose, and tapped on a branch that stretched out horizontally, and the degree increased by one point, and in a blink of an eye, he and Yang Zhao flew side by side.

"Seventh, tenth, plus this fifth general, I've already killed three. Hua Butterfly Immortal gently pulled off three fingers, and looked at Yang Zhao again, with some dissatisfaction in his eyes: "What about you? You only dealt with Song Yuanyi, and he ran away! Hmph, I originally wanted to make that ugly ghost a lonely man!"

Yang Zhao just smiled and said, "It's almost the same now!"

also deserves the bad luck of the Hades King Sect, the seven Hades General, he has killed two of them a few days ago, and one was slaughtered by Gu Yuji, and today he bumped into the top killer of the Butterfly Immortal, and a sudden attack with extreme damage to the extreme, and put down three like chopping melons and vegetables.

If it weren't for Yang Zhao's subordinates to release water out of some considerations, that Song Yuanyi would be ten times more cunning, and he would not be able to escape death today.

The two took advantage of the situation to pursue and killed Li Yuanxi, who had broken away from the large army, in one fell swoop, at this moment, most of the combat power of the Hades Palace in the polar forest has been cleared, and only Yuan Yan and Song Yuanyi are left, which is really not to worry.

It's just that I don't know what the old demon who has always protected his shortcomings will think when he sees that the elite in the faction has broken in half.

Compared with considering how the old demon will thunder and make waves in the future, Yang Zhao is more concerned about the appearance of the Butterfly Immortal during this time.

He seems to have found the true strength of the Butterfly Immortal...... One of the corners!

The fifth general, Li Yuanxi, happened to have fought with Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao knew that his true level was stronger than Li Yuanxi, but if he did it himself, he would probably have to move outside twenty moves to distinguish the winner from the loser.

But in the hands of the butterfly, Yang Zhao didn't survive the two breaths.

Even if they were sneak attacking, and he was interfering with his fingers on the side, but the butterfly immortal's sudden attack at that moment, the degree of weirdness and treacherousness, it was as if he had a clone!

This is out of the scope of Yang Zhao's understanding. How strong is the Butterfly Immortal? Yang Zhao felt that he should re-evaluate.

Hua Butterfly Immortal didn't seem to be aware of Yang Zhao's eyes, and her attention was all on the serpentine sword in front of her: "It's really cunning, but he can't escape today!"

Yang Zhao listened to her, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he let go of it, and then he smiled bitterly: "Isn't your fellow disciple already catching up?

Hua Die gave him a very calm smile back, and in this smile, Yang Zhao saw the answer.

It's just that before the butterfly fairy had time to implement the answer, a strange cry came from the jungle.

When the two of them intercepted Li Yuanxi, they rushed to the front of the soul rope, as if they were hit by a long stick, curled up and rebounded, knocked down countless big trees along the way, and slid on the ground for dozens of feet, only then did they stop castration, but they couldn't get up for a while.

The two of them were stunned at the same time, and the butterfly fairy's reaction was faster, and his eyes suddenly became cold, and he swept away into the sky several miles away. (To be continued......)