Chapter 1063: Hundred Dao Sage King
Hundreds of starlight swords, forming a sword formation by themselves, immediately trapped the middle-aged.
"how is this possible."
The martial artists who watched the battle around him were full of incredible colors.
"A celestial peak kid trapped the first chief deacon?"
"That kid is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, otherwise, how could the second-tier powerhouse of the Saint King Realm be easily trapped by the First Deacon."
An exclamation came out.
Xiao Yi ignored it, holding the Blizzard Sword in his hand.
The sword body, the starlight surging continuously, is connected with the starlight sword formation, tightly controlling the sword formation.
Inside the array, the middle-aged man could not move.
After all, the middle-aged man is the chief deacon of the Asura Palace, and his physical strength is amazing.
Click... Click... Click...
Under the burly arm, the fist was clenched, and it was gradually starting to shake the stars.
"I advise you to stop moving." Xiao Yi's tone was cold, and he waved the Blizzard sword in his hand.
Swish...wish...wish...
The Starlight Sword array was running continuously, and the aura within the array ran away.
Xiao Yi only needs a thought to detonate all the stars in the sword formation.
The middle-aged man obviously also felt the strong aura of the starburst, and immediately stopped struggling.
Xiao Yi sneered, holding the Blizzard Sword in his hand tighter.
It is true that he is now perfecting his kendo.
Each sword is no less powerful than the realm composed of nine complete martial arts.
However, his own kendo is still very low level after all.
On the contrary, it is Xinghuajian Sword, this is the swordsmanship that Xinghuan predecessors have perfected for a lifetime, coupled with powerful means like Xinghuajian Sword Formation.
To put it simply, the kendo inherited by Xinghuan is far higher than Xiao Yi's own kendo level.
Naturally, the Star Fantasy Sword Art and the Star Fantasy Sword Formation are still the strongest swordsmanship of Xiao Yi today.
Under the cultivation base of the celestial peak, coupled with the vitality of the huge small world in his body, the hundreds of starlights controlled by him, and his own sword formation, Fang instantly trapped Feiyue City's first chief deacon, the powerful saint king.
On the other side, the battle between Qinglin and the three major city masters was already inextricably fought.
Judging by Xiao Yi's perception, the aura intensity of these three city masters was slightly weaker than the first chief deacon.
And the Asura warriors who watched the battle just now said that the first chief deacon was the second-tier cultivation base of the Saint King Realm.
If the guess is not wrong, the cultivation base of these three city masters should be the first layer of the Saint King Realm.
The blood surged in Qing Lin's hand, and the battle with the three was easy.
At this time, Xiao Yi looked at Cao Lei in the distance.
The two sides are fighting, and the biggest variable at this moment is undoubtedly Cao Lei.
In Xiao Yi's perception, Cao Lei was more unfathomable than any warrior present, and his breath was elusive.
But now it seems that Cao Lei obviously has no intention of making a move.
Xiao Yi thought this way, and suddenly, there was a violent tremor on the Blizzard sword.
"Huh?" Xiao Yi frowned, and his palm gradually began to be unable to hold the Blizzard Sword.
The Starlight Sword Array was also shaking constantly, and it was about to collapse.
"Boy, do you really take me to be afraid of your broken sword formation?" The middle-aged man sneered.
In the distance, Qing Lin, who fought fiercely with the three major city lords, shouted, "Xiao Yi, be careful, don't be careless, the Saint King Realm is not as simple as you think."
The middle-aged man stared directly at Xiao Yi, "The deacon just thinks that you are not worthy of my true skills."
"Killing you a trivial celestial realm, if the deacon needs all his strength, isn't it a joke?"
The middle-aged man's tone was full of disdain.
"Field, out." The middle-aged man shouted violently.
Boom...The monstrous martial arts power instantly flooded a radius of several kilometers.
Bang...
The Starlight Sword Formation also collapsed in an instant.
"A strong field." Xiao Yi's pupils shrank.
In his perception, his star fantasy sword formation was actually vulnerable in front of this domain.
"Press me down." The middle-aged man's overbearing voice already came.
The monstrous martial arts power instantly suppressed Xiao Yi.
"So strong." Xiao Yi's face changed instantly.
The pressure of the martial arts power made him feel uncomfortable, and even a strong physical force could not resist it at all.
"Puff." Xiao Yi spouted out blood.
In the distance, Qing Lin shouted anxiously, "Xiao Yi, the domain of the Hundred Dao Sage King is extremely powerful, don't carry it hard."
"I will quickly solve these three miscellaneous things and come to help you."
"Hundred Dao Sage King?" Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes.
In the distance, a group of Shura warriors watching the battle suddenly smiled, "The first deacon is going to be true."
"This is the strength of the first chief deacon, and Xiao Yi's branch hall mainly lost."
Cao Lei shook his head, "The domain of the Hundred Dao Sacred Kings is not something that a mere celestial realm can contend."
"Just enough."
Four heavy words were spit out from Cao Lei's mouth.
In the distance, the middle-aged man nodded when he heard the words, "The master of the temple, I have a sense of measure."
"If this kid had been willing to follow us back to the branch hall before, naturally there is no need to suffer."
"But he has to protect that Qinglin, he has to take action. If he wants to come here, there must be a ghost on his body. I see if he can interrogate something."
The middle-aged man said like this, a hideous color flashed in his eyes.
Under the monstrous martial arts power, Xiao Yi couldn't move, his face was ugly to the extreme.
He never expected that the battle would change drastically in an instant.
Click... Click... Click...
All of his bones made a clicking sound under pressure.
Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man smiled coldly, "Boy, didn't you just say it was very good? I would never keep my hand?"
"Where is the prestige of the sub-temple master you just now? Where is it?"
"Kneel me down."
The middle-aged man yelled suddenly.
Boom... An even more astonishing martial arts power instantly pressed on Xiao Yi.
However, Xiao Yi didn't take any action, but his face became more and more ugly.
"Want to take it hard?" The middle-aged man sneered. "Boy, this deacon tells you that under the Hundred Dao Realm, it is enough to crush you into powder."
"Or, you obediently kneel down and confess your guilt, and follow us back to the branch hall to be punished."
"Or, just under my domain, the bones were crushed to pieces, flesh and blood and internal organs were all crushed to death."
"Jie Jie, don't think that your unused Celestial Realm physical power can withstand it."
Click... Click... Click...
The bones on Xiao Yi's body kept clicking.
Cang...
Suddenly, a crisp sound fell.
Xiao Yi's palm was already deformed under the pressure, and the Blizzard Sword in his hand fell to the ground with a soft sound.
"Puff." Xiao Yi spit out blood again.
This is the strength of the Saint King Realm, this is the strength of the Hundred Dao Realm.
"Asshole." In the distance, Qing Lin yelled violently, "Old boy, my junior is missing a hair, I can't spare you."
Boom...boom...boom...
A ray of blood-colored light kept bursting.
The momentum of Qing Lin's body soared rapidly, and it actually suppressed the momentum of the three major city masters in an instant.
However, Qing Lin's face gradually turned pale, apparently he was just forcibly using secret methods.
"Qing Lin." Just at this moment, an indifferent word came out.
"Don't worry about me, deal with your enemies, I can solve my battle."
Under the pressure of the monstrous martial arts force, Xiao Yi spoke with difficulty.
In the next second, his eyes squinted, and the cold eyes suddenly became astonishing.
"Can you solve it?" The middle-aged man sneered disdainfully, "You can't even hold the sword now, just a waste."
Blizzard sword, lying on the ground coldly.
Xiao Yi looked at the middle-aged man with cold eyes, "You don't need to use a sword to kill you."
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