Soul Emperor Martial God

On the side of Yiyi's footsteps, the figure hid, and the wind blade flew past his face.

It seemed dangerous and dangerous, but in fact, he easily avoided it in one step, and replaced it with another Tianjiao of the same level, determined that he did not have such a skill.

Feng Yin's figure suddenly appeared not far behind Yiyi.

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

With a wave of his big hand, countless wind blades arrived.

"I see how much you can hide."

A pure moonlight burst from Yiyi's body, shaking away all the wind blades that hit.

Feng Yinyi held a virtual grip with one hand, and the shaken wind blade turned into a layer of phantom sounds, divided into nine.

In an instant, the wind blades that were densely danced became dense, like the shadow of the wind.

"Appeared." On the viewing stage, the Tianjiao faces were shocked.

"One of Qiong Yuzong's most powerful means is Fengying Magic Dance."

"Each wind blade is ethereal, and the speed is faster than the space shuttle, making the opponent invisible and inevitable."

"Each wind blade is locked in breath, and the nine winds overlap, killing the enemy in a violent and invisible way."

"I heard that the Young Sect Master has defeated a powerhouse with the sixth peak of the Sovereign Realm."

"This saint woman has five levels of cultivation in the monarch realm, and his cultivation is inferior. How can he stop it?"

Amidst the surrounding conversation, the atmosphere in the martial arts platform instantly violent.

Countless wind blades that had been stunned were bombarded from all directions at a terrifying speed and a terrifying number.

How can Yiyi stop?

Feng Yin smiled confidently, "As before, vulnerable."

On the Eight Temples Watching Stage, Xiao Yi grinned slightly, and muttered to himself in a low voice, "That's a little trick, just a joke."

really.

On the competition stage, Yiyi's figure moved mysteriously, with a graceful posture, light and agile, and easily moved between the dense wind blades.

The moon glows surging, pure white and flawless, like an elf in January.

It seems that the wind blades are dense and powerful, but Yiyi managed to dodge easily.

The figure moved again and again, and the distance between the body and the wind blade was not different from time to time.

This means that the battle is completely under her control.

"Hide?" Feng Yinyi smiled disdainfully.

"The wind shadow stacks the blades, never dies. Before hitting, it will never stop or dissipate."

"Allow you to dodge, but you will be embarrassed and defeated when you are exhausted."

"My misty wind blade, any one of them can severely wound you, if the Nine Winds are all in the shadows, you, the Saintess of the Holy Moon Sect, will fall on the spot."

"Perhaps." Feng Yinyi had already taken up both hands, as if he was holding the winning ticket, waiting for Yiyi to lose.

"You can be like back then, with a serious injury, embarrassed by vomiting blood out of the competition stage."

Around the competition platform, there are fire clan restrictions.

As long as the opponent leaves the range of the competition platform, all attacks will be stopped by the fire clan.

Of course, that also represents the defeat of the opponent.

In the endless wind blade, Yiyi frowned slightly, shifted the dodge figure, and stopped suddenly.

"You can't find death?" Feng Yanyi narrowed his eyes.

Whoosh whoosh...

The wind blades in all directions fell instantly, and with a roar, they completely flooded Yiyi.

But at the same time, wow...

A stream of pure moonlight burst out loudly.

With Yiyi as the center, everything is purified, including these wind blades.

The wind blade disintegrated in an instant, and Yiyifen was unscathed.

"Be true, I'm in a hurry." Yiyi spit out indifferently.

Xiao Yi smiled secretly on the stage of the Eight Palaces.

This seems to be the mantra he always talked about when he walked alone in the past.

"You... rampant." Feng Yinyi's face became cold, slightly ugly.

She never imagined that the opponent who was defeated by one move back then is so powerful today.

"In a hurry? Okay." Feng Yinqiao's face was cold, "I will let you lose faster."

"Vacuum, Ji."

Bang...

It was a big competition platform, and the wind was raging in a moment.

The astonishing wind attribute aura raged at an extremely fast speed.

Yiyi frowned slightly.

Is it the same method again?

After a few breaths, the violent wind did not swallow at her, but instead poured out between the flood and the rush.

Wow...boom...

The violent wind that was in the competition platform instantly spread in all directions, and then flooded the competition platform with roars.

The competition platform instantly became a vacuum zone.

It was those violent winds that exhausted the air inside, and then the violent winds banned it in all directions, so that even half of the air could not flow in.

Yiyi's brows frowned suddenly.

It is not difficult for the warrior to hold his breath.

The warrior goes to the sky and enters the sea. The high altitude is full of wind and wind, the air is thin, and the sea can't breathe, but the warrior is still fine.

It stands to reason that these methods should be nothing.

However, Yiyi's frown at the moment, it means that the situation is not simple.

An inexplicable sense of suffocation actually began to occur.

Yiyi stepped out, feeling physically uncomfortable and feeling of suffocation more intense.

"How is the feeling of suffocation?" Feng Yin sneered.

"The sense of death like nirvana is painful."

"I'll help you slow it down a bit."

Wow...

The wind broke out again on the body.

A gentle wind blows all the way.

After the wind passed, everything raged into peace.

The red-hot earth of the Fire Race has become full of vitality, and the soil is warm and soft.

At the speed visible to the naked eye, the earth and mountains are blooming, and the grass is flourishing and growing.

The dry competition platform instantly became a wonderful place with a hundred flowers blooming, red and green.

This wind is the wind of vitality.

This wind is the wind of recovery.

Xiao Yi's face was startled on the stage of the Eight Palaces.

"The Wind of Sun Luo?"

"No, the explosion of vitality, more so than the law of the law, this is the wind of recovery."

On the richness of vitality, this wind of vitality is even more so.

The Law of Senluo is a symbol of martial arts, but it is also one of the six balances, and the six balances need to be combined to exert its true power.

This vigorous style is definitely a symbol of martial arts, and it is far stronger than the law of Sen Luo.

This is definitely a way of vitality that is several levels higher than the Law of Senro.

The Eight Sects of Tianjiao, especially the eight Young Sect Masters, surely no one is a general generation.

On the stage.

In the blooming mountain flowers and green grass, Yiyi's eyes were a bit blurred.

The wind blows by, as if touching the whole body.

That kind of feeling like a spring breeze makes people comfortable and cozy, makes people feel soft and sleepy, and just wants to fall down and sleep quietly.

Especially when he was still in that uncomfortable suffocation just a moment ago, but now he is relaxing and comfortable all over.

In the contrast between these two diametrically opposed feelings, sleepiness soared to the extreme in an instant.

"If you are sleepy, go to sleep."

The wind and misty sound, floating among the flowers and plants, passed into Yiyi's ears.

Eight temples on the stage.

"Phantom?" Xiao Yi squinted his eyes.

"No, it is not an illusion, but it is better than an illusion, better than an illusion."

Illusion, but born of illusion.

But this wind of recovery just exploded the deepest sense of exhaustion in the heart of the soul, and it was real.

This is more terrifying than the illusion.

On the competition stage, Yiyi's figure slowly lay on his back.

The corner of Feng's charming mouth grinned with disdain, she was about to win.

But at this time.

The silhouette of Yiyi lying on his back suddenly stopped.

The eyes that were blurred and full of tiredness suddenly showed a hint of majesty and coldness, just as before.

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