Soul Emperor Martial God

boom…

There was a roar.

The earth cracked instantly.

Click...

In the cracked ground, the cracks continue to spread and spread, like a dense spider web, it is extremely shocking.

However, the earth did not turn into dust as expected, instead, countless violent impact sounds came from the ground.

Boom...boom...boom...boom...

Countless amounts of violent violent attacks hit the ground.

The countless cracks in this cracked earth are basically caused by these forces.

Bang...

With a loud and explosive sound, a crack on the ground burst into violent bursts, and a hot golden molten slurry burst out.

In the next instant, like a stone, a thousand layers of waves were stirred up, and countless pillars of molten fire completely broke through countless cracks on the earth.

The earth no longer cracks, it has become a land of molten fire.

"Not good." Dongfang Kuanglan's expression changed.

He has already shown his strength, and his hands are constantly clashing with Xiao Yi.

But in the face of Xiao Yi's stormy attack, he was only forced to retreat step by step.

Only the strong who really face this young man can know how terrifying this young man is.

Only a strong man who truly stands at the same level as this young man and can truly fully display the strength of this young man can truly understand the horror of this young man named Xiao Yi.

Under the stormy offensive, there are endless methods, one palm is fierce than one palm, and one sword is fierce than another.

With the support of the huge Qiquan, Xiao Yi was able to explode continuously in a'luxury' way.

Those countless methods are all powerful, any one is enough to make a normal warrior burst out with a combat power far beyond his own, and any one is enough to make people dream of.

The Lizhi of the Ghosts and the Gods, the Battle of the Tang Family, the Ancient Methods of the Fengyan School... The essence of the Hundred Schools of Martial Arts is fully displayed in Xiao Yi's hands in a nearly ‘swiftly’ way.

There are also Eight Temples methods, various ancient methods, countless.

This young man's attack methods were not even half-replicated.

What kind of astonishing light will burst out when countless powerful methods appear in the hands of a strong man who can squander wildly?

This is Xiao Yi.

Dongfang Kuanglan clearly felt that this young man truly interprets the words of invincibility at the same level to the fullest.

The eastern raging tide has indeed repeatedly prevented the violent storms from the demon realm.

However, if every drop of water in this torrential rain is different, and each is strong and domineering; if the wind blows endlessly, it seems endless.

How can he stop? How can he stop?

He can only be forced to retreat step by step.

Now, the sudden eruption of golden molten metal has sealed all his escape routes.

He felt even more horrified that although this young man was fighting frantically now, he was actually not half-disordered. Instead, he controlled the battle situation perfectly under the frenzy.

This is the real scary place for the strong.

Dongfang Kuanglan's footsteps stagnated, and there was no way to retreat. It was a violent step, and the foot fell, and the boiling molten slurry instantly stopped like a storm, calm as a mirror.

At the same moment, Dongfang Kuanglan put out his hands together, and for the first time he slammed Xiao Yi's attack.

Xiao Yi sneered, and the violent stormy offensive turned into the ultimate exquisite sword force.

"Twenty-Four Shattered Ice."

The sharp sword in his hand suddenly condensed again.

But it was not a purple flame sword, but a weird sword exuding ice white flames.

The sword is cold and hot.

The sharp sword, took the eastern turmoil straight away.

Dongfang Kuanglan exploded with a palm of his left hand, and the palm of his right hand was slapped on the back of his left palm. The strange palm was surprisingly heavy, and the palm strength was stronger than before.

The palm and the sword collide instantly as before.

The tip of the sword hit the palm.

Ka... The sword is broken, but like ice.

Broken ice is like fire broken.

Ka Ka Ka... The sound of breaking sounded twenty-four times in a row.

The palm of Dongfang Kuanglan was pierced instantly.

This was the first time he was injured, and it was still in this full-force way of head-on collision between the two.

"Huh?" Dongfang Kuanglan looked at his palm, frowning.

No blood dripped from the pierced palm.

From the outside, the crippled hole pierced the sword mark, but the palm was sealed by ice; from the inside, the flesh inside the scalp had been burned to black, and then instantly turned to ashes.

"It's a terrible sword." Dongfang Kuanglan's expression suddenly changed.

The icy seal on the palm of his hand spread instantly at this moment.

A feeling of extreme coldness instantly spread from the palm to the arms, and quickly spread all over the body.

Under the icy feeling, there was extreme burning pain inside.

Intuition tells him that if the ice is allowed to spread, his entire arm will be burnt to ashes strangely, and even his whole body will be damaged.

Eastern Kuanglan was shocked.

This was the first time he regretted it, but it was also an instant defeat, almost a mess, and in danger of death.

"Broken." Dongfang Kuanglan shouted violently.

The palm of the hand surged out.

He has a profound cultivation, fully revealing.

Xiao Yi's offensive continued, and the coldness in his eyes grew.

The Twenty-Four Ice Slash, which was displayed with Bingming Netherfire, was terrifying.

It stands to reason that Bing Zun’s inherited techniques and methods are all performed with Bing Dao’s vitality before they can exert their power.

And this time, it turned to fire.

But Bingmingyouhuo itself is special, not only fits it, but on the contrary, it explodes with stronger power.

Swish...wish...wish...wish...wish...

Xiao Yi's figure flashed in an instant.

In the air, there are only countless flashing afterimages.

Wow...afterimage, instantaneous wind and snow.

"The avatar of the ice phantom?" The madness of the East was able to melt away the ice in his palm, and suddenly came back Xiao Yi's fierce offensive.

With his eyesight, he knew at a glance that this was the famous ice phantom incarnation of the Ice Palace, one of the strongest ice dao body techniques in the hands of the Ice Venerable.

The Eastern Kaleidoscope had only a solemn expression on his face.

He could judge the strength of the method in an instant, and the mere incarnation of ice illusion was not enough to make him so solemn.

But he also knew well that any method used in the hands of the young man in front of him would surely turn the decay into a miracle and multiply his power, so he didn't dare to be underestimated and inexplicable.

However, after just a few breaths, he suddenly realized that dignity is not enough.

In his eyes, the illusion of wind and snow, where is ordinary wind and snow.

After the blizzard, everything was frozen, but everything turned into ashes.

This is a blizzard of extreme coldness, and a blizzard of terrifying heat.

"Fuck, fast back." Dongfang Kuanglan suddenly thought of something, his face changed drastically.

Regardless of other things, he slammed his hands out, and then a monstrous and heavy aura blasted in all directions.

The powerhouses of the Eastern family around me, including the Dongfang Jinglong, Dongfang Jinglei, and a group of Eastern elders, were instantly blown away by this heavy hand.

He knew very well that if this wind and snow broke out completely, he was afraid that all the members of the Eastern family around him would be instantly frozen into vivid ice sculptures.

However, under the beautiful ice sculptures, there will be corpses burned to ashes.

boom…

The wind and snow had already hit the eastern madness.

Eastern Kuanglan had just blasted away the surrounding tribesmen with all his strength, and had no power to resist.

The wind and snow disappeared, and the afterimage appeared again.

A palm fell heavily on Dongfang Kuanglan.

Swish...wish...wish...wish...

Countless afterimages, once again turned into a storm-like offensive, fell into the palm of the hand.

Every time he dropped a palm, Dongfang Kuanglan left a trace of ice on his body.

"Puff." Dongfang Kuanglan has already spouted a mouthful of blood.

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