Soul Emperor Martial God

Bang...

High in the sky, a **** wind swept across it suddenly, becoming a tornado.

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

Three blood-colored tornado storms instantly swallowed the remaining three old men, and then blasted to the ground.

It was Qinglin who shot.

Bang... bang... bang... bang... bang...

On the ground of the stronghold, there were five explosions in succession.

The five saintly-sovereign-level peak martial artists who were still standing high in the sky have now fallen to the ground in embarrassment.

For one thing, the white dress had become a ragged suit, and his body was scorched by thunder.

The old man spewed out a mouthful of blood, and the blood was still screaming with thunder and lightning.

It is not difficult to imagine that the old man is still being ravaged by thunder and lightning at this moment, and his body is numb and uncomfortable, at least the price of serious injury.

One, there was a huge sword mark on his chest, and blood was flowing on the sword mark.

If you look more realistically, you can see that the old man has seven sword marks all over his body, and he has become a blood man.

The other three were covered with small bloodstains, and after vomiting a few mouthfuls of blood, they didn't even have the strength to stand up.

The countless sharp scars made them sting, and this sharp sting covered any part of the body.

"The Deacon's Blood Realm Slash combined with the power of the Blue Flood Dragon is really amazing." Xiao Yi glanced at the triumphant Qing Lin in the distance, and said inwardly.

With his eyesight, he could see through Qinglin's methods at a glance.

"Little Thief Xiao Yi, you..." Even though an old man had been seriously injured, he still had a stiff mouth and sharp eyes.

But the old man's words were not finished yet, and was interrupted by a clear applause.

"Be honest with me." Qing Lin glared.

Hearing this, the old man was not afraid of the gaze, and then glared back in anger, "What a yellow-haired kid, do you dare to beat the old man? Do you know the old man's master..."

Whoosh...

Suddenly, another deep breath came quickly in the distance.

Before the people arrived, its momentum has swept the entire southern stronghold.

The coming man, his own momentum, completely surpassed the combined momentum of the five elders before.

The five elders below felt the aura of the coming, and their faces were overjoyed, "Three Elders, save us quickly."

The visitor was the third elder of the Supreme Sword Sect, who was ordered to Lizong to retrieve the body of Sword Sover Dongao.

The third elder of Jianzong's eyes fell to Xiao Yi's Zidian first, then squinted his eyes, "Little Thief Xiao Yi?"

At the same time, the third elder of Jianzong slowly lowered his head, just to see the furious Qing Linzheng grabbing a deacon in his clan with one hand and glaring at him.

"Qinglin villain?"

The three elders of Jianzong instantly got cold eyes.

The third elder of Jianzong was about to move, but a figure shot faster than him.

I saw Xiao Yi straddling his footsteps, and he had stood firmly in the sky, only ten steps away from the third elder of Jianzong.

This distance is enough to produce a fatal blow between the two sides with a huge difference in strength.

"What a strong pressure." The third elder Jianzong's expression changed slightly, and he said inwardly.

This young man, who hadn't taken a shot, was standing ten steps away from him, and he had already felt a deadly threat.

The third elder of Jianzong pressed his heart with fear and arched his hands, "Old man, the third elder of the Supreme Jianzong..."

Xiao Yi interrupted coldly, "War, or you can go away."

Today is the day when the southern strongholds completely began to eliminate evil and cultivate, in fact, it is not suitable for extra branches.

At least when Bazong and Badian still had a clear agreement, there would not be such a direct confrontation.

"You..." The third elder of Jianzong turned angrily, "Hallmaster Xiao Yi killed my Three Jianzong Swordsman for no reason, using a vicious and vicious method, and he has not given me an explanation yet."

"Today, in front of countless warriors in this middle domain, do you want to run rampantly?"

The third elder of Jianzong glanced at Qinglin below his eyes and sneered, "Although the old man lives in the far east, he has not heard of worldly things for countless years."

"But the name of the evil thief Qinglin, even the old man has heard of, especially when you are with you, the main hall master Xiao Yi, it is rampant, killing countless people."

"When I saw it today, it really deserves its reputation."

"The old man showed up in person, how dare this evil thief hold the deacon in my clan?"

"What? Chief Xiao Yi, your southern stronghold, are planning to declare war with my Supreme Sword Sect?"

The words of the three elders of Jianzong are sharp and sharp.

What he said was not that the Eight Palaces would declare war with the Supreme Sword Sect, but the southern stronghold.

In front of such a behemoth as Bazong, the elite combination of secular forces in the southern stronghold was simply vulnerable.

The ancient Patriarch below shouted angrily, "No reason? Do you still have to face the Supreme Sword Sect?"

"Dongao Jianjun designed to kill Xiao Yi's chief palace master. He is not as skilled as people and is killed. What's more?"

The third elder of Jianzong sneered, "Designed to kill? What about the evidence? That is just your family's words."

The three elders of Jianzong sneered again and again, looking at Xiao Yi.

He never believed that this young man really dared to kill his Supreme Sword Sect elder in front of countless warriors.

Xiao Yi squinted his eyes, "I know that you are accustomed to domineering, but today, there is no place for your arrogance."

"If you don't get out anymore, I don't mind taking you six to give me a stronghold and an elite swearing teacher."

When the words fell, Xiao Yi's eyes had already become extremely dangerous.

The third elder of Jianzong trembled, but his eyes were still tight. "If the old man loses half of his hair, then your southern stronghold will declare war with my Supreme Jianzong."

"I wonder if your southern stronghold can withstand the anger of my Supreme Sword Sect?"

Xiao Yi already had a killing intent in his eyes, "I hate others threatening me."

Cang...

In the air, a sword sounded.

A purple thunder and lightning flashed by.

The sword, glowing with blood, was almost at its extreme.

This is a sure kill sword.

The third elder of Jianzong was not even as good as the second guardian of the ancient realm sect like Guzhu.

Xiao Yi killed him as if killing a chicken.

However, it was also at this time.

Cang...bang...

There was also a clang, and then a pop.

A flaming sword actually cut through the space, and the blade firmly blocked the sharp point of Zidian's sword.

Just now, it was obvious that Xiao Yi's Zidian took the lead and took the throat of the third elder of Jianzong.

And this sword of flame came later, but instead it caught up with Zidian's speed and blocked Zidian's mortal sword.

A middle-aged man was already standing beside the third elder of Jianzong.

The middle-aged man has an upright face, with a wave of anger and prestige between his brows.

Xiao Yi squinted his eyes and set his gaze on this flaming sword.

The sword is extremely sharp, no less than his purple lightning.

There was fire on the sword, and the red flame actually suppressed the purple thunder.

In terms of breath, this sword is a bit stronger than Zidian.

"Huo Dao Shenbing, Chi Xiao." Xiao Yi's face was instantly solemn.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, "Good eyesight."

Xiao Yi already knew the identity of the middle-aged.

"The second disciple under the seat of Supreme Sword Sovereign, Sword Sovereign Chixiao."

The pressure this person puts on him far exceeds that of Dong Ao Jianjun.

"Hallmaster Xiao Yi, it's polite." Sword Sovereign Chi Xiao arched his hands, although he had no good intentions, he was not malicious.

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