Soul Emperor Martial God

Bang...

A fierce palm wind took Xiao Yi straight away.

In the palm, there is a snow-white Angelica dahurica flower with strands of black air surrounding it.

Through the palm, the air is annihilated.

This sudden uproar seems to have been premeditated; this palm is a sure kill.

In midair, Xiao Yi's body fell weakly.

At this moment, he was useless with one hand and his body was crippled. This serious injury was already close to his death; the addition of his body's vitality and the three major ice pattern vitality were instantly exhausted, and his combat power was gone.

If this palm hits, the consequences will be disastrous.

Cang...

But at the same time, a sharp sword shook the sky.

Just as Dongfang Zhi's gaze had been fixed on Xiao Yi, he had already planned to attack Xiao Yi violently.

In her eyes, there is nothing but Xiao Yi.

Xia Yiming's gaze has also been fixed on Xiao Yi's body all the time, but can make an instant shot.

In his eyes, there is nothing else, but Xiao Yi's life is his everything.

Cang...

The speed of the sword is faster.

That fierce sword is stronger, faster, sharper, and more crippling.

After the sword passed, the Baizhi flower shattered every inch, and the black air surrounding the flower also dissipated under the sword.

The amazing sword aura was full of violent meaning.

Dongfang Zhi's figure was cut down by a sword.

Xia Yiming took Xiao Yi who fell quickly, "Palace Master."

Xia Yiming's face was anxious and worried, and his cold eyes were full of worry.

"I'm okay." Xiao Yi's lips were dry and cracked, and he only spit out a weak and inaudible sentence.

The weak voice is almost hard to hear.

However, Xia Yiming heard it very real, and when he heard the words, a slight smile appeared on his face, letting go of worry.

He believed in his palace lord, and also believed in his ability.

This is a talented arrogant who is a hundred times better and more determined than his Xia Yiming.

As long as you don't die, as long as you have a breath, you can't die.

Whoosh...

Xia Yiming hugged Xiao Yi and fell from a high altitude.

At the same time, six ghostly figures in white robes arrived quickly and strangely.

"Lord."

Except for the ghost one, the other five ghosts and demons all showed their worries and spoke in shock.

"You..." Xia Yiming's eyes were cold, and he looked around the six ghosts and demons, holding the sword in his hand.

"It's okay." Xiao Yi spit out weakly.

"They are monsters." Xia Yiming frowned.

The ferocious aura on Liu Gui Yao's body and the hideous look on his face obviously made Xia Yiming vigilant.

The six ghosts and demons are fierce beasts.

Xiao Yi's lips were pursed.

He was so weak that he couldn't even utter words.

But Xia Yiming, knowing what he meant, nodded.

"As long as it is something that the palace owner believes in, I believe it at once." Xia Yiming nodded seriously.

On the side, the ghost glanced at Xia Yiming in shock, and then fixed his gaze on Xiao Yi.

It can be silent, a tiny movement makes a human believe their monster race, what kind of charm his master has.

Of course, this shocking color passed by.

At this time, Xiao Yi, Xia Yiming, and Liugui Yao were completely surrounded.

A total of fifty thousand elite, stick to the Quartet.

Dongfang Jue, as well as Yu Sheng's several leaders, showed bad expressions and even extremely cold eyes.

For a while, the surrounding area was filled with violent killing.

The kind of coldness that belongs to the iron army, the dense and huge amount of oppressive aura that will condense underneath, all make the surroundings suddenly appear a little turbulent, and the atmosphere is dense and gloomy.

But at the same time, outside of the Demon Territory Forest, there is also an ancient desolation and depression all the time.

At this moment, on the seriously wounded figure lying on the ground, like a figure who knew nothing about life or death, the bleakness seemed to be even thicker.

That figure, one hand, weakly dropped to the ground.

That figure, Jun Yi's face was extremely pale at the moment, covered with mottled blood.

That prince's suit, now in shattered condition, seemed to tell how many inhuman blows and terrible attacks this body has endured.

That huge claw mark extending from the neck of the neck seems to tell everyone how shocking this body is at this moment, how fleeing and carrying it all the way, how thrilling, and the line of life and death.

However, obviously not many people are willing to care about these nowadays.

All the elites, with cold eyes and unkind faces, were all staring at this weak body.

Most importantly, with a hint of murderous intent.

Just because this figure killed the leader of their Dongfang family in public, the warrior of their Dongfang family.

Therefore, at this moment, under the gaze of countless Sen Han, the bleakness that was originally possessed by this damaged body suddenly became more bleak and rich, and it was even more inexplicable.

He ran for hundreds of millions of miles, walked alone, and went through all the hardships, everything was in his grasp; went to the demon territory, broke into the forbidden land, fought against the demon clan's Tianjiao, and played against the demon gods.

Tianjiao of the human race was all rescued.

This task, which was hailed as impossible, he completed perfectly.

Everything is under his control.

However, everything is lost at this moment.

Perhaps what he lost was nothing else.

It's just that all these efforts seem to be worthless at this moment, a little pitiful and pathetic.

However, if you look at Xiao Yi's resolute face, you will find that that face is still firm and cold, as usual.

On his face, there is no part of pitifulness, sadness, and no part of so-called worthlessness.

What he did was what he wanted to do, nothing worth or worthless.

People, he wants to save; to enter the demon territory, he wants; other things, other people, nothing.

He doesn't care about outsiders.

Cang...

Suddenly, there was a dense and neat clang of blades.

A wisp of aura came straight on Xiao Yi.

Dongfang Jue shouted coldly, "Hall Master Xiao Yi, hand over the monsters and monsters under your command.

"This is the final warning from my Oriental family."

"Humph." Dongfang Zhi snorted coldly, "Elder Jue is still talking nonsense with him."

"This little thief, in collusion with the Demon Race, is already betraying the Central Region, just kill him in public."

Dongfang Jue shook his head, "People of Eight Palaces, my Dongfang family has no right to deal with."

"But." Dongfang looked coldly at Xiao Yi, "If you want to provoke my Dongfang family's majesty, then no matter who you are, my Dongfang family will punish you."

"He must be punishable? What a big tone." Xia Yiming sneered.

"I only warn you for the last time. If you offend the Palace Master, you will all die."

"Palace Master." Xia Yiming looked at Xiao Yi, "May need..."

Xiao Yi shook his head slightly, the amplitude was very light, and a few pills of Qiankun Jie appeared at his fingertips.

Xia Yiming saw it, took it, and fed it to Xiao Yi.

The pill entered the abdomen, and the pure medicinal power soothed Xiao Yi's crippled body.

At the same time, the Jin Yan holy flame in the body swiftly burned.

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