Fantasy: I Can Deduce The Future

Remember in a second【】

Hearing that Xiao Yi also said it was interesting, Luo Liuli smiled sweetly again and continued to eat peaches.

But she didn't know that what Xiao Yi said was interesting, not because he thought the other party's name was interesting, but because Xiao Yi had some guesses about the details of the Lingbao audience.

Originally, Xiao Yi thought that it didn't matter if he could be saved or not, and if he was saved, it would depend on Luo Liuli's face, but this is not the case now, since he hit him, it seemed that Xiao Yi really had to save him.

Because Xiao Yi actually recognized the imprint that Xiaoyi Lingkong drew just now!

Not only does he know it, he can also draw this kind of mark, but he doesn't know the ability to disappear out of thin air like Xiao Yi.

This imprint is something in [Holy? Heavenly Devil Gate]. He has seen this kind of imprint many times in Xiang Wentian's essays, even in [Holy?

This confirms that the audience members of Lingbao are actually members of the Demon Sect. As for which of the two factions and six paths they are, it is not yet clear. Xiao Yi is now the forty-ninth generation sect master of [Holy? Heavenly Devil sect], the current Shengjun, and the people in Lingbaoguan are all his subordinates in name, and they are all his own.

If his subordinates were killed, it would be unreasonable for him, as a holy king, to refuse to save him, and if he didn't save him, then if this matter was spread in the future, he would not say that he wanted to rebuild the [Holy? Heavenly Devil Gate] in the future. Faced with those demon sect members, they were a little ashamed.

Xiao Yi remained calm, still observing the situation in the field, and the man in purple was still on guard, looking for Xiao Yi's trace.

At this time, a sudden change occurred!

On the ground where the purple-clothed man was standing, lumps of bumps suddenly appeared in four directions, and four small lumps of earth moved quickly, rushing towards the purple-clothed man at an extremely fast speed, with billowing smoke and dust billowing in the blink of an eye. Just envelop the man in purple.

Since the man in purple had been paying attention to his guard all the time, he already had a plan to deal with the accident just after it happened, and he didn't panic at all.

In the blink of an eye, he was already standing thirty feet high in the air. He looked down, feeling a little disdainful in his heart. It was just a trick of escaping from the ground. This kind of ghostly trick wanted to kill him. It was wishful thinking and daydreaming.

But the moment he lowered his head, his heart tightened, and a sense of awe-inspiring suddenly appeared, and his expression changed drastically!

Without warning, a sword stabbed out in mid-air, pointing directly at his chest, the speed was extremely fast, and the cold light on the sword came to him in the blink of an eye.

The man in purple suddenly lost his soul,

Drenched in cold sweat, but it was too late...

"Pfft!"

The tip of the sword entered the body, blood splashed, and a large stream of blood sprayed wantonly in the surroundings in mid-air.

"Dare!"

There was a loud shout, and among the purple-clothed people watching the battle on the ground, an Innate strong man arrived in an instant, with his right hand forming a palm, and struck with hatred. Attacks flow like clouds and flowing water, and as soon as Setsuna arrives in his stature, the palm hits out.

Xiao Yi succeeded, and sent the sword in his hand into the opponent's chest. Facing the palm, his face remained unchanged, and he quickly drew a seal with his left hand, trying to repeat the same trick, but the people in purple had already seen it, so how could he succeed again.

Another purple-clothed man killed him in an instant, stabbing his left hand with a long sword.

Helpless, the little one stopped drawing the seal, swung his sword with his right hand to block, and blocked the sword, but the fierce and powerful force of the opponent's sword was still transmitted...

The wound on his right arm, which had been healed, burst open immediately, and a stream of blood spurted out, soaking his sleeve in a few breaths, and the blood dripped down the sleeve.

At the same time, the other man in purple slapped him again, this time it was solid, hitting Xiao Yi's chest.

Even at this critical moment, at the critical moment of life and death, Xiao Yi cast the Movement Technique abruptly and retreated, but he only took off part of the strength, and the palm still hit.

"puff……"

Xiao Yi immediately vomited blood, his body was like a kite with a broken string, he lost all his strength, and fell straight and fast towards the ground, his speed was as fast as a shooting star, and he was heavy like a Mount Tai.

In mid-air, the wound on his lower abdomen also burst open, and blood flowed out...

Falling from a height of tens of feet, with serious injuries on his body, without even a trace of strength, even a person as strong as Innate is still dead, and those who die cannot die again, there is no reason for them to be spared!

Xiao Yi's eyes flickered quickly, Dantian Internal Energy had been fully mobilized, and the [Three Points Returning to Yuan Jue] was running even faster. When he was about to make a move, the message sent back by the turtledove made him stop immediately.

An extremely weak white light pierced the sky and flew towards Xiao Yi!

The moment Xiao Yi was about to land on the ground, it happened to appear at Xiao Yi's feet, and the white light supported Xiao Yi's feet, placing him firmly on the ground. Only then did Xiao Yi see through the eyes of the turtledove that the white light was actually a hair!

Hair on Duster...

It turned out that the host turned around and rescued Xiao Yi at this critical moment. The person who can fight with the host is also a strong person. The Cultivation Base is very strong, at least it is Innate, and his strength is not weaker than the host. .

Such a great opportunity, how could the opponent let it go, his right hand formed a fist, and he slammed fiercely at the observer, the shadow of the fist filled the sky, the momentum was overwhelming, and the violence was unparalleled!

Fist shadows all over the sky, like a torrential rain, poured down on the temple master in an instant.

The host's face was calm, neither sad nor happy, but the Duster in his hand was waved more urgently and faster. The Duster with thousands of white hairs seems to have generated a strong static electricity, and the roots stand upright and spread out towards the surroundings, which looks very strange.

With each blow of the temple master, a white hair fell off, and rushed towards the incoming fist shadow with a sharp piercing sound...

^0^ Remember in a second【】

"Boom boom boom... boom boom..."

In mid-air, bursts of dense and loud explosions erupted, the sound was earth-shattering, and the sound pierced the surrounding fields.

Fist shadows were shattered by the white hairs on the Duster. At first, one white hair could shatter a fist shadow, but soon, it became two white hairs to shatter a fist shadow.

After a few breaths of effort, it became dozens of white hairs to resist a fist shadow...

"Defeated!"

Xiao Yi muttered to himself.

As soon as he uttered these two words in his mind, he saw several shadows of fists bombarding the Guanzhu's body. The Guanzhu's face was flushed, and his beard and hair were all stretched out, as if he was suppressing the power that was scurrying around in his body and the astonishing injury on his body.

Because the person on the opposite side has already practiced a fist, and there is a domineering fist in the shadow of the fist, the fist is fierce, and the destructive power is amazing!

Suddenly, the temple master frowned, and said "poof", protruding a mouthful of blood, and the monstrous aura on his body immediately began to fade away rapidly, and at the same time, his body seemed to have lost his strength, and he fell straight to the ground. …

Seeing this scene, the Lingbao audience revealed miserable expressions and shouted loudly: "Master!!!"

Everyone in the audience of Lingbao looked ashen and panicked at this time, and couldn't help but feel a deep sense of pessimism about the current situation. Even the always powerful and mysterious master was defeated...

Will there be a turnaround?

Could it be that they, Butian Pavilion, are really exhausted and have come to an end?

Can the great 【St? Heavenly Devil Gate】 be rebuilt?

For a moment, the spirits of the Lingbao audience also seemed to be taken away by something, and they were all listless. Coupled with the injuries on their bodies, it was miserable and desolate.

When Guanzhu was about to fall to the ground, he swung the Duster in his hand, and the ferocity of his descent disappeared immediately, and then he landed firmly on the ground, cross-legged.

His face became even paler, and the Buddha dust just now aggravated his injury a little bit, a few strands of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his white beard was already stained with blood.

"Hahaha...haha..."

A burst of insolent laughter came into Xiao Yi's mind through the turtledove, and he saw a middle-aged man walking out of the group of purple-clothed men who had been observing the battle. Judging from his position, he should be the leader.

This middle-aged man looks a bit sinister, with a hooked nose, thin lips, and long and narrow eyes, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable. Holding a sword in his hand, he walked towards Lingbao Temple and the others with a smile.

He looked at the spectator who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and did not stop him, allowing the other party to cast spells to heal his injuries, as if he had a well-thought-out plan, and he was sure of winning at this moment, and he was not afraid of any tricks from the audience of Lingbao.

"Guanzhu, how do you feel now?" The middle-aged man joked, his tone full of nostalgia.

The master of Lingbao closed his eyes tightly and remained silent.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, the middle-aged man was not angry, and said with a smile: "What should Li call the master?"

The master of Lingbao did not answer.

The middle-aged man continued: "Should I call you Lingbao Temple, Lingtian Daoist? Or should I call you Butian Pavilion, Tang Pavilion Master?"

Having said that, the middle-aged man laughed again, "Hahahahahaha..."

He looked at the dilapidated Lingbao Temple in front of him, and said with some emotion: "Who would have thought that the famous [Butian Pavilion], which has been in the world for hundreds of years, is here, it is really too low-key!"

"As expected of [Butian Pavilion], which is famous for disappearing without a trace, this concealment method is still admirable! Li, I am convinced!"

Hearing what the middle-aged man said, uureading Xiao Yi's eyes were full of brilliance, and he thought that today's luck is really good, remembering that he didn't read the almanac when he went out, how could such an accident happen.

Xiao Yi was really surprised at this moment, feeling like he never expected it. Now he has finally figured out the identities of the two parties.

Since the leading middle-aged man in purple clothes called himself Li, there was only one lineup of ten Innate powerhouses and forty first rank Practitioners in Nanhai County.

The alliance of the world!

As for the identity of this middle-aged man, it is not difficult to guess. The only people with the surname Li in the Tianxia League are the leader Li Wudi and his son Li Tianxia. Judging from the information obtained by the Jinyiwei Intelligence Department, Li Wudi is older, over a hundred years old.

The person in front of him looks like he is definitely not that old, so there is a high probability that he is the current deputy leader of the Tianxia League, Li Tianxia!

It should also be one of the culprits who pushed Zhou Wenwu away.

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Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^