Soul Emperor Martial God

"Asshole."

Beyond the sky, a thunderous rage came.

At the same time, a torrent of weather, as if breaking through the limitation of space, came instantly.

Boom... The momentum hit Xiao Yi hard.

Xiao Yi did not resist, nor did he have the strength to resist.

The power of the small world in his body has been burned and exhausted.

All the vitality contained in the huge and incomparably small world was burned out in just one minute.

This allowed him to have extremely terrifying combat power just now, crushing Yin Da Six; even Bei Yin Wu Xie, who was wearing a Tianyun coat, was seriously injured by his fist.

And the consequence of such combat power is that after just one minute, he no longer has any combat power.

Bang, Xiao Yi was bombarded for a hundred meters directly under this momentum.

When he fell on the ground, he was covered in blood and fell to the ground.

The whole person, no, or to say, this is almost beyond description.

The flesh was covered with severe scars.

Some are cracks blown by the gust of wind; some are marked with depressions.

These were all injuries suffered during the battle with Beiyin Wuxie and Yinda.

Some are scorched skin, and the meridians with green veins looming.

These are the injuries suffered when Yin Liu exploded, and the backlash from the previous burning of the "Ice Mountain and Fire", Yuan Li flooded the whole body.

However, the most serious thing is the whole body skin that seems to melt away at this moment.

In the last minute, it seemed that the combat power was amazing and unparalleled.

But God knows what kind of pain he endured while fighting.

The whole body, which was completely burnt from the inside out, put him in the molten slurry almost every moment, tormented by the scorching fire.

All his internal organs, limbs and skeletons, etc., suffered unimaginable injuries.

If the battle hadn't ended yet and the enemy was still there, he might have fallen.

Under the horrible injury, the only thing that allowed him to continue to support was the sword heart that was as solid as a rock, and the obsession that was deep in his heart.

The face is completely different, the only thing that remains unchanged is the cold and as usual eyes.

Eyes, look straight ahead.

There was Bei Yin Wuxie's corpse; beside him, there was a young man squatting beside Bei Yin Wuxie with an ugly and complicated expression.

Xiao Yi glanced at the Leng Yan sword that he still held in his hand.

In fact, the Leng Yan sword alone cannot penetrate the Tianyun coat, which is also a middle-grade holy artifact.

At that last moment, a sharp and unparalleled edge flashed across the sword's edge.

That is the ‘tip’ of Bingluan sword.

It is also because of this that the extremely strong defense of Tianyun's coat can be penetrated instantly like a ‘thin paper’; this also allows the Leng Yan sword to penetrate Bei Yin Wu Xie’s throat.

Of course, at that time, it was only with the help of the invincible sharpness of the Bingluan sword, without mobilizing the strength of the sword.

Otherwise, Bingluan Sword's backlash would be more terrifying than any backlash, and he would never be able to hold on not to fall.

Ahead, the young man was dressed in a Chinese dress, dotted with Phnom Penh.

The young man is only slightly older than Beiyin Wuxie.

But unlike Beiyin's innocent Yin Zhe Xie Mei, the young man's face carries the arrogance that resembles a high mountain, as well as an overwhelming power of the world.

Just by looking at his appearance, you know that this person is by no means idle.

However, at this moment, the young man was obviously full of sadness and anger.

"Innocent, I said that this hunt will be divided into different levels, you..."

The young man knelt on one knee, and Bai Ze's palm grabbed Bei Yin Wuxie's shoulder, as if to shake him ‘wake up’.

The young man's other hand held tightly the scorched black soil on the ground, pinching it extremely tightly.

After a while, the young man closed his eyes with complicated expression, then opened them.

He suddenly let go of both hands, and slowly stood up.

The young man, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, staring sharply at Xiao Yi.

"You killed Wuxie?" The young man's fist cracked.

Xiao Yi said nothing, but those cold eyes met the sharp gaze of the young man without flinching.

"You are seriously injured, why didn't you die?" The young man's words seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth, extremely angry.

"Why didn't you fall to the ground?"

"Because he is weaker than me." Xiao Yi spit out a few indifferent notes on his miserable face.

"Weak?" the young man said to himself, "In front of me, you are not qualified to mention this word."

"Don't talk nonsense," Xiao Yi said indifferently, "If you want to avenge him, just shoot."

The young man's face was extremely cold, he glanced at Xiao Yi's embarrassed appearance, and frowned.

"Although you have been seriously injured, there is no way to kill you."

"But you killed Wu Xie, you don't want to survive today."

"I only need one sword to kill you."

A sharp sword suddenly appeared in the hands of the young man.

On the sword, golden light surged, and the edge was pressing.

An astonishing momentum emerged from his body.

"Half-step Promise." Xiao Yi frowned slightly.

Before, whether dealing with Beiyin Wuxie or Yinda Six, their strength surpassed Half a Step Wuji.

However, their true cultivation base is far below half a step.

The six members of Beiyin Wuxie and Yinda are all only the ninth layer of the celestial pole, and they have not even reached the peak of the celestial pole.

And this young man, with only his cultivation base, is already a super strong with half a step and half a foot into the world.

At this age, with such a cultivation level, it is terrifying.

"I only have one sword." Xiao Yi's face was cold and not afraid.

He can only play one sword, and he can only play one sword.

In his current situation, he absolutely couldn't sustain a second sword.

An aura also emerged from him.

The vitality in his body has been exhausted.

The only thing that can be obtained now is the Leng Yan sword; the only thing that can be borrowed is the power in the Leng Yan sword.

With the severely injured body, he forcibly tuned the strength of Leng Yan's sword.

His aura continued to soar; but at the same time, it also gave his seriously injured body, giving him greater pressure and oppression.

Two auras suddenly soared into the sky, stirring up the high-altitude situation.

One belongs to young people; the other belongs to Xiao Yi.

The two of them, their swords were not out, and their momentum was already clashing.

Zi Zi Zi Zi...

The momentum of the confrontation caused a violent symphony from high in the sky, resounding through the forest.

"Huh?" The young man frowned suddenly, "Such a badly injured body can explode with such momentum."

"No wonder Wu Xie will be defeated by you, and even die by this."

"But you can't live today."

When the voice fell, the young man's momentum rose sharply again.

He didn't see any movements, it was only half a step of the impossibility, and he had instantly crossed to the impossibility.

Moreover, this momentum is still increasing.

High in the sky, the aura belonging to Xiao Yi was instantly suppressed.

Xiao Yi frowned, increasing the intensity of Leng Yan's sword.

However, the speed of the transfer is obviously not as fast as the soaring speed of young people's momentum.

"Damn it." Xiao Yi said coldly, "Give me more."

Xiao Yi was just heartbroken.

However, just at this moment, Leng Yanjian flashed a burst of light, and the cold white light became brighter.

"How much?"

In my heart, an inexplicable voice suddenly sounded.

"Huh? Sword Spirit?" Xiao Yi was startled, but before he could think about it, he shouted, "All."

"All?" The inexplicable voice in my heart showed surprise.

"Leng Yanjian's power, even a powerful late-stage Promise Realm with a profound cultivation base, dare not want it all."

"What's more, your slight cultivation base? Not to mention your severely injured body now, do you want your body to be burst directly?"

Xiao Yixin's hair was cold, "Now, I am in charge of the Leng Yan sword."

"And I said, all."

The voice in Xiao Yi's heart was extremely cold.

"Then it's up to you." The inexplicable voice was neither salty nor weak.

boom…

In Leng Yanjian, a monstrous force poured out in an instant.

Xiao Yi's aura also soared in an instant, almost instantly suppressing the young man's aura.

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