Chapter 1185: Fleeing in panic
Cang...
A cold white sword light pierced through.
Under the monstrous sword intent, it is also full of monstrous killing intent.
"Presumptuous." Several middle-aged people behind the old man shouted violently.
Just now, these few people did not make a move.
Except for the old man, these few people are the strongest among this group of black warriors, all at the peak of the Saint King Realm.
"Blood Realm Slash." One of the middle-aged people shot instantly.
"It's a small nine-layer holy realm, so I can't help it."
The middle-aged man passed the old man and slammed his palm.
In the palm, there was a lingering breath and **** light.
Obviously, Blood Realm Slash can be used not only with the sword, but also with the palm.
However, there was a sneer...
The cold white sword light instantly penetrated the middle-aged man's palm.
Afterwards, the sword light kept penetrating the middle-aged man's throat.
"You..." The middle-aged man's eyes widened.
Before I had time to speak, I felt a pain in my throat, "K", and a mouthful of blood overflowed, and he was already dead.
Xiao Yi's eyes were ferocious and cold.
After retracting the sword, the figure flashed and pierced out again.
At the moment of receiving the sword, he didn't even glance at the middle-aged man's body.
"You're looking for death." The old man was furious at once and blasted out with a palm.
However, the result has not changed much.
Leng Bai Jiangong instantly penetrated his palm and pierced his throat.
The old man is obviously stronger and reacts faster.
Regardless of the pain in the palm, he stepped back and pulled away.
The moment he retreated, the tip of the sword slashed across his face, drawing a hideous blood mark.
"Hiss." The old man cried out painfully.
On the palm, blood was dripping.
On the face, there was blood.
"How could it be so strong." The old man's face changed suddenly.
It was almost just a face-to-face fight, and he was already able to determine Xiao Yi's strength, which was definitely not his opponent.
"Hurry up." The old man shouted violently.
"Want to go?" Xiao Yi smiled sternly.
A flash, stopped the old man.
A sword slashed out, and blood erupted from the old man's chest.
"The killer of Heavenly Underworld Palace? But so." Xiao Yi smiled coldly, another sword.
Another sword was added to the old man's chest, blood flowing.
"The martial arts emperor? But so." Xiao Yi still sneered.
"Hurry up and take Palace Master Young." The old man showed a panic expression, no longer the stubbornness and arrogance he had before.
Swish...wish...wish...
One by one, the warriors in black rushed away with the young man.
"Humph." Xiao Yi snorted coldly, and the sword fell.
Countless stars descended instantly.
All stars, forming a sword formation by themselves, instantly blocked a radius of several kilometers.
"I don't believe that he is really so strong." The young man yelled and flashed back.
"Blood Slash."
A scarlet sword struck the young man.
The aura radiating from the sharp sword proves that this is obviously a middle-grade holy artifact.
"Jianxiu? Overpowered." Xiao Yi grinned on his face and never stopped.
As soon as the cold white sword light passed, the **** sharp sword in the young man's hand instantly let go.
"Get off." Xiao Yi yelled coldly.
Leng Bai Jianmang severely chopped the young man into vomiting blood and flew away.
"It's you." Xiao Yi looked back at the old man coldly.
The old man, facing the sword by Xiao Yi, was already seriously injured.
Whoosh... The cold white sword light fell heavily.
The sharp point of the sword penetrated the old man's chest.
"Although you have admitted the wrong person, this does not mean that you are qualified to speak insult to my master." Xiao Yi's indifferent words were as cold as frost.
In fact, he doesn't know and doesn't care whether Deacon Taboo is ignoring him.
Taboo Deacon is at best a martial arts teacher in his school.
His master, from beginning to end, was only one person.
"Boy, do you dare to kill me?" The old man's eyes returned to his spiteful color.
"If I die, you, and your poor master, just wait to be chased by the Heavenly Underworld Palace."
"I'm waiting." Xiao Yi nodded indifferently.
Xiao Yi's sword had already penetrated the old man's chest.
He only needs a thought, the sword qi will strangle all the internal organs in the old man's body.
"Die." Xiao Yi spit out two words indifferently.
With the Leng Yan sword in his hand, the sword energy exploded in an instant.
However, the eruption of sword qi had disappeared just after it appeared.
Instead, on the sword's edge, an inexplicable bloodthirsty meaning suddenly emerged.
The old man's complexion suddenly changed drastically, first he was unbelievable, then painful, and finally panicked.
He clearly felt that the blood in his body was constantly disappearing.
It is not lost, but as if absorbed out of thin air.
His body is constantly weakening.
He knew well that he could expect that he would be absorbed completely and become a corpse, dying miserably.
"Huh?" Xiao Yi frowned.
He knew that Leng Yanjian was absorbing the blood of the old man.
Xiao Yi's face suddenly became ugly.
He clearly felt that the blood pill in his body, which had not been abnormal for more than half a year, was constantly flourishing and growing.
"Save Elder Heaven." At this moment, the young man shouted.
The young man, as well as the several middle-aged people in the Saint King realm, shot in an instant.
Xiao Yi was thinking about something, suddenly felt the oncoming fierce aura, reacted extremely quickly, and drew his sword.
With a sword, the young man struggled to block it.
Several middle-aged people immediately picked up the old man and fled again and again.
"Quickly go." The young man shouted violently, then retracted his sword and retreated.
"Want to go?" Xiao Yi's eyes were cold, and he cut out with a sword. ‘
The sharp cold white sword gas blasted the young man away.
"Tian Ming sword, come out." The young man shouted coldly, and a sword light shot out.
Jian Guang blocked the cold white sword energy.
The collision of two terrifying sword auras sent out a monstrous explosion in the same place.
When the explosion fell, all the martial artists of the Heavenly Underworld had already escaped.
Xiao Yi blocked the surrounding Star Fantasy Sword Formation, and a gap was broken.
"Xiao Yi, do you want to chase?" Qing Lin frowned and asked.
In fact, he didn't expect that Xiao Yi would suddenly violently violently.
However, he didn't care, only asked Xiao Yi if he wanted to chase him.
If he wants to chase, he doesn't care whether the Heavenly Underworld Palace will chase.
"No need." Xiao Yi shook his head, frowning and looking at Leng Yanjian in his hand.
Leng Yanjian is now covered with blood.
The blood was soaked all over the sword, and it didn't drip, as if it was completely absorbed.
The whole Leng Yan sword vibrated slightly, very spiritually, as if cheering.
"Sword Spirit, is it you?" Xiao Yi frowned.
After a few seconds.
The blood on the sword body was suddenly empty.
Leng Yanjian also stopped shaking and returned to normal.
Xiao Yi frowned, and suddenly felt that the cold sword in his hand seemed a little stronger than before.
And the blood pill in his body grew by a point.
"How is it possible." Xiao Yi was puzzled.
The Leng Yan sword is not a damaged holy artifact, it is intact.
It should not be enhanced for no reason.
"Um." Xiao Yi suddenly grunted and gritted his teeth.
"Xiao Yi." Qing Lin from the side called out anxiously.
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Third more.
It has been completed today, and the two supplements will be sent out before one point.
