Start With The Great Emperor Realm, Build Primordial Divine Sect

After all, Frozen Thousand Miles is the ultimate Cultivation Technique of Emperor Rank, and Wang Yi has the strength of Great Emperor, so it is not difficult to achieve this.

Each snowflake is like a sharp sawtooth, and the destructive force produced by the rapid rotation is enough to cut a gap in Imperial Rank's long sword.

After one attack, the ice crystals will shatter, but the dark clouds in the sky can continuously drop deep blue snowflakes, so that Wang Yi can control the new ones again, to attack those black scale swords.

In this way, it is equivalent to having a steady stream of weapons for oneself to use.

Wang Yi snorted coldly.

"break!"

The snowflakes falling from the sky rushed towards the black scale swords.

Under the rapid rotation, in the dark abyss, there seemed to be blue elves appearing, circling and flying.

The rock walls on both sides are dyed a deep blue.

There are as many as one hundred thousand black scale swords.

The number of snowflakes falling from the sky was ten times more than that of the Black Scale Sword, amounting to millions.

For every ten snowflakes, deal with one black scale sword.

Under the continuous rapid rotation, the black scale sword quickly cut a gap.

When the snowflakes are cut, they will be completely broken...

New snowflakes fell from the sky, controlled by Wang Yi, attacking those black scale swords.

The dark cloud above the abyss kept falling snowflakes, as if it would never dry up.

Click!

Dozens of snowflakes attacked a black scale sword, cutting it to pieces.

Finally, under the constant offensive, it was completely broken into two pieces and fell to the ground.

ding ding ding...

Next, many black scale swords fell from the sky, unable to match the power of Snow Flower's rotation.

Soon, thousands of black scale swords fell from the sky.

This scene completely stupefied Emperor Jian Qilin.

"Come back to me!"

Those black scale swords in the sky flew towards Qilin one after another.

If the Black Scale Sword was allowed to compete against those snowflakes again, it would definitely lose more.

This is the treasure that the Emperor Sword Qilin spent Ten Thousand Years to temper. Wouldn't it be pissed off if it was destroyed like this?

"Want to go back? It's not that easy."

Wang Yi's hands pinched a series of spells quickly, and pieces of deep blue snowflakes spun rapidly, like gears, cutting those black scale swords crazily.

At this moment, tens of thousands of black spirit swords fell from the sky and fell to pieces.

Under the mutual competition between the Blackscale Sword and Snow Flower, Qilin was defeated miserably, and in the end only more than 50,000 broken Blackscale Swords flew back to him.

Looking at Qilin again, he was devastated, like a defeated rooster, how could he still have the majestic look just now?

"Humanity!"

"I am going to kill you!"

A blood-red light condensed from Qilin's mouth.

This is the Martial Skill from the Bloodline heritage.

Bloodscale Emperor Sword!

At this time, the scales on his body flew out again, and after superimposing each other in the air, a scarlet giant sword with a diameter of one hundred feet was condensed.

On the blade of the sword, blood red rays of light shone.

It seems that if you cut it down at will, you can tear the world apart.

Wang Yi looked at the sword, narrowing his eyes slightly.

[Bloodscale Emperor Sword, Emperor Sword Qilin consumes Emperor Blood to fuse the scales together to form the ultimate Emperor Sword! 】

"Excellent Emperor Rank!"

"This emperor sword Qilin is really capable, and the level of this inherited Martial Skill is not low."

If an ordinary person encounters the best long sword of Emperor Rank.

Without weapons of the same rank to contend with, it is easy to lose.

Wang Yi didn't look worried at all.

"Die boy!"

Qilin raised his paw and pointed at Wang Yi.

The blood-red giant sword in the sky slashed directly at the young man's head.

When the blood-colored sword blade slashed across the air, it actually left behind a red afterimage.

If this sword is struck, it will be more dangerous than good.

Qin Feiyu's heart was blocked in his throat.

His eyes were wide open, staring fixedly at the giant sword.

"Terrible... Terrible... This is an Emperor Rank sword."

"Can Saint Lord really survive?"

Although I believe in Saint Lord's strength, this enemy is too strong, even the Emperor Rank weapon is summoned, don't worry that it's all fake.

Around Wang Yi's waist, at some point, there was a huge sword commensurate with his body.

Open your mouth and spit out a few big characters.

"Heaven-slashing and sword-drawing technique!"

A flash of golden light flashed across the Bloodscale Emperor Sword, leaving a Gold imprint on the broad back of the sword.

The next moment.

The Bloodscale Emperor Sword lost control, the upper half was detached from the sword body, and fell heavily to the ground.

After Qilin saw this scene, his eyes were blank, and he didn't know what happened just now.

"what's the situation?"

"Why is my Bloodscale Emperor Sword broken?"

With his eyesight, he didn't even see Wang's sword movement clearly, and the golden light streaked across the Bloodscale Emperor Sword, cutting it into two pieces.

From the beginning to the end, Wang Yi just stood there straight.

The giant sword hanging from his waist has never been unsheathed.

"What the hell is a Sword Technique?"

"He must have drawn his sword just now. With my eyesight, I couldn't see how he moved."

Qilin was completely stunned. He never imagined that Wang Yi had such terrifying swordsmanship.

With the Realm of Emperor Rank, he couldn't even see the opponent's sword movement, and the Bloodscale Emperor Sword broke in two.

If the golden light just cut at it, it is estimated that the head has fallen to the ground.

"This Sword Technique is too scary, can't it be the best of Emperor Rank?"

"How many years has this young man practiced before he can cultivate Sword Technique to this level?"

Qilin's eyes were full of despair, as if he had seen the god of death beckoning.

Behind Qin Feiyu, his chin almost hit the ground, and he was beyond shocked.

"Oh my God!"

"Saint Lord's sky-slashing and sword-drawing technique is too terrifying!"

A top-quality long sword of Emperor Rank was cut off just like that.

You can't even see the movement of the sword, isn't this speed too fast?

Qin Feiyu clenched his fists, and on Wang Yi's body, he seemed to see his own future.

"In the future...can I become a sword repairer like Saint Lord?"

At this time, he has already established Wang Yi as the goal of kendo that he pursues all his life.

At this moment, Emperor Jian Qilin panicked completely, used all his skills, and was still completely defeated in front of Wang Yi. He didn't have the mood to fight with him, so he turned his head and ran away.

"Where are you running?"

The corner of Wang Yi's mouth curled up a little.

Slash the sky and draw the sword!

Before seeing Wang Yi's movements clearly, a Gold Sword Qi flashed across Qilin's head in an instant.

The lower body is still running, but the head has fallen behind.

boom...

Qilin's body fell heavily to the ground.

Wang Yi returned to his original form, attracted Qin Feiyu to his side, and flew towards Qilin's body.

The scales were gone. Looking at the smooth corpse, he nodded slightly.

"That's good too. You don't need to pull out the scales, and you can put them in the pot to stew."

"Go back and ask Feng'er to deal with this Qilin, let's have a good meal!"

"I don't know if this Qilin meat is good or not."