Soul Emperor Martial God

Cang...

In the air, a sword sounded.

A moment after Jianming appeared, a sharp sword, swiftly and sharply, took the old man straight away.

"I don't know what I can do." The old man subconsciously let out a cold sigh, and slapped his hand.

Cang...

The tip of the sword was directly in the palm of the old man.

The palm of the old man's vigorous vitality was actually stabbed with blood in an instant.

"Huh?" The old man was startled and glanced at the man holding the sword.

On the sword, black air surrounds.

"Heixue?" The old man's eyes were startled, "Xia Yiming?"

At this moment, the old man's killing intent was awe-inspiring.

A pair of old eyes looked at Xia Yiming, with the ultimate killing intent.

"Li Yuanzong Great Elder." At this moment, Yuezun Wusheng spit out solemnly.

The old man squinted his eyes, barely restrained the killing intent, shaking his palm, and blasting Xia Yiming with his sword.

The blasted Xia Yiming turned beautifully in mid-air and landed steadily, then stepped to the side of Yiyi and pointed his sword at the old man.

"Your Excellency," Xia Yiming said coldly, "The aura on this person is exactly the same as the black arrow that offset my sword aura when I cut Diro with my sword."

"Black Arrow?" The old man frowned. "The only arrow that can offset your black snow is the Liyuan Arrow."

"Have you seen the third Liyuan Arrow?"

Xia Yiming looked directly at him coldly, "Still arguing?"

The old man said nothing, but frowned.

The atmosphere in the air was extremely gloomy and terrifying at this moment.

The four auras have long been surging, colliding and confronting each other.

The weird but thick and inexplicable aura of the old man, the vigorous and pure aura of Yuezun Wusheng, and the pure and surging aura of Yiyi, and finally the extremely cold black snow aura of Xia Yiming.

With three momentums, Qi Qi confronted the old man's momentum.

Once the aura of the two sides becomes uncontrollable, the battle will break out instantly.

Especially the aura belonging to Yuezun Martial Saint and the old man, once a battle, the consequences may not be manageable.

At this time, Yuezun Martial Saint took the lead, "Li Yuanzong Great Elder, you and me, have not seen each other for three million years."

"Never thought, you old thing is still alive."

The old man sneered, "You are not dead, how could the old man die first."

Yuezun Martial Saint also sneered, "Li Yuanzong has been in decline for many years."

"Up and down the whole family, only you, an old thing, is the only one who is supporting it."

"If you die, Li Yuanzong..."

"Don't worry." The old man sneered sullenly, "You are not enough to let the old man fall here."

Yuezun Wusheng sneered, "Where is the big Li Yuanzong? At this moment, Li Yuanzong can withstand the waves?"

"For millions of years, Liyuan Zongan has been in peace and has always existed, isn't it good?"

"Does the whole sect have to be insecure, and even the entire Liyuan sect becomes history?"

"You threaten me?" The old man squinted his eyes instantly, and the old and distant gaze contained in his old eyes, full of danger.

Yuezun Wusheng's face was solemnly cold, "If you attack the saint today, it is not just a threat."

Yuezun Wusheng's tone was also full of danger.

The old man squinted his eyes, his momentum slowed down a little, and his tone also slowed down, "I said the old man, I'm not interested in engaging with you."

"I'm here just to take this shameless rebel away."

Yiyi's eyes were cold.

On the side, Moon Zunwu Sage took the lead to say, "Yiyi, Li Yuanzong, has never been our enemy of Saint Moon Sect."

Yiyi frowned, glanced at the edge of the Demon Realm, frowned more tightly, but also nodded slowly.

She knew very well that nowadays, sealing off the edge of the demon realm is the most important thing.

As long as she didn't enter the demon realm to reveal the situation here, she was not interested in taking care of anything else.

Yiyi withdrew his momentum.

Yuezun Wusheng also followed one of them and withdrew his momentum.

"Humph." The old man snorted softly, and also withdrew his momentum, turning around with Yuan Ruoli and leaving.

Around, the Eight Palaces elite still stood by.

"Get away." The old man glanced coldly, "You want to stop the old man?"

Several hall masters frowned, but still raised their arms and slowly moved away.

"Heh." The old man sneered, "Badian, it's just a joke."

The old man walked away.

After a long while, he stopped abruptly, turned his head, glanced at Yiyi and everyone, "Block the entire Dongfang family's line of defense and make it leak-proof."

"Although I don't know what's going on, but I can guess it. It must be related to the day of change."

The old man glanced at Yuezunwu Sheng, "I don't know why Shengyuezong suddenly wants to take this muddy water."

"But, haha." The old man took his hand and sneered disdainfully, "I hope this time the sky will change, and the monster will win."

"Bastard." Several of the palace masters looked angry, "Under the covering of the nest, there are no eggs, this senior doesn't understand such a simple truth?"

"Under the covering of the nest, how can there be finished eggs?" The old man sneered more and more. "If the Eight Palaces knew this truth back then, it would not be the situation it is today."

"Badian, it's already a joke."

"Also, you little guys, what qualifications do you have to talk to the old man?"

"You..." The faces of several hall masters were cold.

"Little girl." The old man looked at Yiyi lastly, "Things are not as simple as you think."

"In the ancient wars, the human races fought against the demon realm. In addition to the Eight Palaces, there were countless ancient top forces. I'm leaving Yuanzong as a share."

"But where are these forces today?"

"Now that the sky is changing, why are there only Eight Halls fighting against the Demon Realm?"

The old man's tone became colder and colder, "The monster race, once may not have been the enemy of the human race."

"The mistakes Badian made in the past, why should the entire Middle Territory and the entire continent bear it today?"

"The Eight Halls are no longer the Eight Halls of the year."

The old man's words fell, and he turned around.

The Eight Palaces is no longer the Eight Palaces back then; he is not the first to speak such words.

Yuezun Wusheng frowned.

The faces of the elites around the Eight Palaces were a bit ugly.

Xia Yiming was silent.

Wei Yiyi instantly had cold eyes, "Li Yuanzong may not be the enemy of Shengyuezong."

"However, if Li Yuanzong is the enemy of the son, it is the enemy of my entire Holy Moon School."

Yiyi's tone was cold, "The son said a long time ago, the Eight Palaces will always be the Eight Palaces."

"If you don't accept or approve, then be prepared for war."

"This is what the son meant."

"It will always be the Eight Palaces?" The old man sneered and shook his head.

The old man didn't say a word anymore, but left with a sardonic smile on his face.

...

At the same time, north of the demon territory, in the land of cold silence.

Somewhere in the land of cold silence, in the land of black snow.

The figure of Gui Yi attacked Xiao Yi directly.

Xiao Yi's eyes were cold.

The dark and cold black claws exudes an astonishing cold breath.

Hei Ji Claw flashed past Xiao Yi.

The sharp and cold breath was as good as walking past Xiao Yi's skin.

Guiyi's fiercely revealing eyes contained a touch of madness.

Whoosh... Guiichi's sharp claws pierced through a thousand-foot-long snow lion in front of him.

Wow...

On the black jade claws, the yin wind violently engulfed the tens of thousands of feet of snow lion spiritual sense.

"Hei Ji Claw, but the claws of your snow lion clan, killing your spiritual senses couldn't be simpler." The ghost looked like crazy, with a touch of death.

Wow...

At the same time, countless snow lions walked away with ferocious spirits.

Spiritual consciousness, transforming into wind and snow, envelops Ghost One.

With a grim expression on his face, Gui looked straight at Xiao Yi who was not far away, "Master, you have promised Guiyi, please do what you say."

"Anyway, leave a trace of my ghost and monster clan."

When the voice fell, Ghost Yi put out his hands together, and the yin wind in his hand clashed with the surrounding spiritual knowledge.

"Master, quickly take down the ghost fruit, I can't last long."

Guiyi's face was full of pain.

Countless ferocious spiritual consciousness has wrapped him tightly.

Even if he can last for a while, the result will only be torn into pieces by the ferocious spiritual sense around him.

"Heh." Xiao Yi grinned slightly.

Not far away, the Divine Killing Sword was still stuck in the snow, and Xiao Yi did not pick it up.

"Puff." The ghost spouted out blood, "Master, hurry up..."

Snapped…

At this moment, a powerful arm was placed on his shoulder.

And Xiao Yi, who was not far away in his eyes, had already disappeared in place.

"Sure." Xiao Yi chuckled lightly.

Boom...The palm of the hand caught and shook, and the figure of the ghost was surrounded by the spirit consciousness.

That hand is naturally Xiao Yi's.

"Lord, you..." The ghost opened his eyes wide.

Ahead, the flames are blazing, forcing the countless snow lion spirits around.

Within the flame, Xiao Yi held a virtual hand with one hand, the flame in his hand was surging, and a golden crane stood in it.

"Master, your strength is not suppressed?" Gui Yi's eyes widened.

Xiao Yi shook his head and chuckled lightly, "Suppressed, the vitality, physical strength, and all martial arts powers have been suppressed."

"It's just..." Xiao Yi raised his head and glanced at the sky, "This night sky can trap the bright starry sky, but it can't trap my Wujue true meaning."

Bang... Xiao Yi's figure moved.

The flame figure, mixed with monstrous flames, arbitrarily shuttles through countless spiritual consciousness.

That was just a unilateral massacre.

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