God-level Stealing System

"The combination of the Wuji Swordsmanship that has been cultivated to half a step to the extreme and the tenth-level swordsmanship that has been cultivated to a half-step perfection is incredible. It has the strength to approach the ninth level of Dzogchen Divine Power.

But it's just... just approaching! "

Qi Daoyi smiled coldly. It was not easy to be recognized by him. At least there were only a handful of disciples of the same generation in the golden age of the huge Wutian Sect who could catch his eye.

But he is Qi Daoyi after all. Even if he is just an incarnation with only 50% of the combat power of the original body, it is not easy for ordinary warriors to deal with. The previous experience of the Son of the Sun has confirmed this conclusion. Even at his peak, facing this The incarnation of Tao has little chance of winning.

It can even be said to be small!

Facing Shen Mo's sword, which was as close to the ninth-level Dzogchen supernatural power, Qi Dao raised his hand, revealing fingers that were slender and fairer than a woman's.

Then, he folded his four fingers, leaving only his index finger, and lowered it toward Silence.

This is a kind of faint sarcasm. Previously, when they saw the amazing power of the Silent Sword, all the spectators were in turmoil. Even the quasi-emperor of Xuanwu Mountain was shocked by Silence. Now he responded with a finger, making everyone stunned, and they felt that he was in a daze. Tall and unattainable, silent but small and ignorant.

Although a warrior who has reached the level of the Law Realm, a finger or a punch has little impact on the power of the move, but it still looks very sensory after all.

When this finger fell, it was like a snow-white sword, slicing the silent giant sword from the middle!

Astonishingly, it is the Heavenly Sword Art, one of the three core secrets of Wutian Sect!

This sword was issued, which amazed all the spectators. They were already impressed by Shen Shen. They felt that Shen Shen was worthy of being the first person in the Hundred Kingdoms, and the uncrowned king of the younger generation recognized by the entire ancient small world. Under such a fierce sword force , below the quasi-emperor, who can resist?

But now they have discovered that Wutian Sect's dominance is really not just talk, and Qi Daoyi's reputation as the strongest is not even true.

This casual finger and sword broke the silence and struck a blow with all his might. There was a judgment between the two, and there was no need to say more about the winner.

But just when the spectators thought that the battle was about to end, suddenly, a ray of black light jumped into their eyes. The black light swayed like water, and it seemed to depict a very freehand scenery in three or two strokes. The bird struck the sky at an extremely fast speed. It seemed that in a daze, it arrived in front of the line of white clothes.

The line of black light suddenly stopped, and a huge figure with bright golden light appeared from behind. Three solemn figures could be seen in the clouds and mist, with six arms forming fist seals, and they smashed downward together.

The six fist seals mixed together halfway and formed a lifelike real dragon!

The real dragon suddenly hit the snow-white slender index finger extended by Qi Daoyi!

From a ray of black light to a three-headed and six-armed god, to the real dragon fist seal, it seemed very slow, but in fact it was just a matter of a thought. It was even so fast that even Qi Daoyi couldn't fully react, and he felt a burst of energy from his index finger. Stinging.

Then, on Xuanwu Mountain, next to the fighting battlefield, all those watching the battle could see with their naked eyes that the index finger of Qi Dao's right hand, as noble as a god and as majestic as an emperor, shattered inch by inch, and a small cloud of blood mist exploded in front of the golden dragon.

Qi Daoyi finally came to his senses and stretched out his remaining four fingers. Although there was no sword light between the sky and the earth, all the spectators' minds were awe-inspiring for an instant, as if they had encountered a huge threat, and the invisible sword intent fell upon them. In the sea.

It's just that this feeling went away as quickly as it came, because the small mass of blood mist grew and grew, and the remaining four fingers of Qi Daoyi's right hand all shattered!

Moreover, the real dragon continued to castrate, and after letting out a loud roar, it shattered his lower arm, upper arm, and even his shoulder one after another. After that, the remaining fist force followed the veins of flesh and blood and went straight to the heart!

Qi Daoyi's expression finally turned gloomy, and he no longer fought with the silence for a moment, and stepped back. The Taoist charm around his body changed, his white clothes shook, his broken arms were reborn, and his sleeves returned to their original appearance.

As if the previous injury was just an illusion, he was still the holy and innocent leader.

But, after all, he was injured and retired!

"Fortunately, I got a inheritance from the master of the True Dragon Academy. I have some insights. What do you think, fellow Taoist?" The true dragon dispersed, the three-headed and six-armed godman dispersed, the black light dispersed, and the elegant figure of Silence appeared in purple clothes. Said with a smile.

He used at least three magical powers in this move, such as the movement skills of the Tianpeng Clan, the physique of the Divine Ape Clan, and the boxing skills of the True Dragon Clan. These three magical powers have all reached the ninth level!

Among them, the magic of Tianpeng tribe is the core. In one word, quick!

That’s why it can be faster than Qi Daoyi’s perception!

After the punch, the heroes were at a loss. This was the second move of Silence, but it once again broke their understanding. Did Qi Daoyi, the "strongest", ever think before today that he would be in such a mess?

"Is that... Tianpeng's true meaning?" Xiao Tian's face became even whiter, because the tail feather in his body, which was obtained from an ancient supreme-level Tianpeng clan, was shaking more violently, as if there was a trace of the ancient immortal true spirit in it. Awakening, he needs to break free of his body and choose a new master that makes him feel more recognized.

The Peng Clan has always been known for its speed, and the golden-winged rocs of later generations have the reputation of being the fastest in the world. As the ancestors of the Peng Clan, how can the Tianpeng Clan fall behind?

It is even said that if one cultivates the Tianpeng Divine Clan’s natal magic to an extremely profound level, one can touch the realm of time!

It's a pity that Xiao Tian got a tail feather from the Tianpeng God Clan. Although he became one of the innate monsters, he only got the marginal power of the Tianpeng God Clan. He gained nothing about the true meaning of speed!

"The Tianpeng Protoss has unparalleled speed. Among the ten ancient protoss, only the Lightning Birds can compete with them. Although Senior Brother Qi has a lofty vision, it is not easy to adapt to this speed. Why doesn't he take advantage of the victory and pursue it with speed? Gain a greater advantage?”

Dongfang Xiaoyu frowned, like a light rain falling between heaven and earth, which made some people who wanted to see but dared not look at her feel tight in their hearts and couldn't help but want to smooth it over.

"Or does he really think that he can defeat Senior Brother Qi in three moves? Isn't his third move even more powerful than this second move?"

Dongfang Xiaoyu's eyes were blazing, staring at the purple robe. A result that she couldn't believe but seemed... somewhat possible suddenly appeared in her mind.

Once it appears, it lingers!

"Third move, I'm waiting for you!"

What Dongfang Xiaoyu could think of, Qi Daoyi could naturally understand. He looked at the silence not far away, with white clothes flying like a god king in the sky, wearing an imperial crown on his head, with endless majesty.