Chapter 825: All out

"broken."

Xiao Yi gave a low cry, and slashed out the Blizzard sword in his hand.

Hum...a Weng Ming.

On the barrier, there was a wave of ripples, but they did not break.

"Tsk tusk, it's useless." The sixth prince smiled triumphantly.

"This is the sub-sacred artifact bestowed by the Master of the Wind Palace, and the strongest treasure of the Wind Brave Palace."

"You can't hurt us."

Xiao Yi looked at the other seven people.

Among the seven, in addition to Li Fengxing, the other six all sacrificed the sub-sacred artifacts, and a blue barrier guarded them.

Whoosh...

Xiao Yi's figure flashed, a sword stabbed at Li Fengxing.

"Good come." sternly shouted, "Let me see your strongest strength..."

The words are not over yet.

Boom... a loud noise.

Li Fengxing was directly blasted by a sword, and on his chest, there was a hideous sword mark with blood flowing.

"Strong Fengxing, don't want to die, hurry up and sacrifice the sub-sacred weapon." Sect Master Kuanglan shouted.

"Impossible." Li Fengxing looked ugly.

"The sub-sacred weapon, the prohibition with the brand of the master of the wind, is also the last means of life preservation."

"Once it is used, it will be forcibly pulled out of the Holy Land, and we will no longer have access to these inheritance..."

Boom... There was another explosion.

Before Li Feng's jargon was finished, another sword mark was added to his body, and he was blasted for a hundred meters.

Li Fengxing's words are no secret.

Long before they entered the Holy Land, the Master of the Wind Palace had confessed the matter.

Moreover, seven people have sacrificed the protective barrier of the sub-sacred artifact.

"So strong." Li Fengxing gritted his teeth.

Whoosh... Xiao Yi disappeared in place again.

Sneer...A flash of sword light, taking Li Fengxing's throat straight away.

Before the sword arrived, Li Fengxing immediately felt the sharp and awe-inspiring sword light.

He knew that this sword was enough to kill him.

Just when Jianfeng was about to stab him, Li Fengxing still unwillingly sacrificed the Subsacred Artifact.

A protective barrier envelops itself.

"Heh." Xiao Yi retracted the sword, and looked at the stern actions inside the barrier coldly.

"This time, your spear was defeated."

Strictly speaking, his face was ugly and full of surprise.

In his eyes, Xiao Yi's breath was boiling and violent at this time.

The soaring breath is terrifying.

"What level is your strength?" Li Fengxing asked in a deep voice.

Xiao Yi said nothing, his figure flashed, and he returned to the sixth prince.

The Sixth Prince immediately shrank his pupils, and when he thought that he was within the barrier, he immediately let go of panic.

"Little thief, you can't help me." The Sixth Prince smiled triumphantly.

"Go back quickly, don't waste the chance to get a chance in the Holy Land."

"No hurry." Xiao Yi said coldly, cutting out with a sword.

"What do you want to do?" The Sixth Prince exclaimed.

"Oh, I want to see how hard this tortoise shell is." Xiao Yi sneered.

With the Blizzard sword in his hand, it slashed on the barrier, and Weng... Weng rang.

On the barrier, ripples and shocks continue.

Boom...boom...boom...

Within a second, Xiao Yi hacked dozens of swords in succession.

The shock on the barrier has become more intense, and I am afraid that it will break apart in a moment.

"You...you..." The Sixth Prince shivered.

"Little thief Xiao Yi, no, Young Master Xiao Yi, I have something to say."

In the next second, dozens of sword shadows fell.

The entire barrier has been crumbling, almost collapsed.

"Ice Cracking Sky Slash." Xiao Yi shouted in a low voice.

On the tip of the sword, a terrifying snowstorm condensed, and the sword intent was amazing.

The sword fell, with a pop, and the barrier broke.

"How could it be..." The Sixth Prince was shocked.

In the next second, an inexplicable force wrapped and pulled him.

"Get off." Xiao Yi blasted out with a punch.

The moment when this force appeared, the Sixth Prince blasted away with a punch.

"Puff." The Sixth Prince spit out a mouthful of blood, and was then forcibly pulled out of the Holy Land by this force.

The figure flashed and disappeared.

In the same place, only a harsh statement was left, "Little Thief Xiao Yi, you will remember it for me."

Xiao Yi shrugged, his face was cold, and walked to the other six people.

Boom...boom...boom...

The horrible sword light fell again and again.

The icy blizzard raged non-stop.

One by one barriers disappeared.

Qin Hongyi, Yu Feng and others, after all the barriers dissipated, were forcibly pulled out of the Holy Land by an inexplicable force.

Of course, they are all worthy of being slammed by Xiao Yi before being pulled out of the Holy Land.

Xiao Yi's gaze turned to Sect Master Kuanglan.

"You...you...little thief..." Sect Master Kuanglan said anxiously, "If you have something to say, please."

"I don't have any hatreds between you and I."

"It's better to let it go."

Although the protective barrier was opened, as long as they were not forcibly blasted away, they could still stay in the Holy Land.

The prohibition of the Master of the Wind Palace is to imprint a protective barrier as their last life-saving card.

Once the protective barrier was forcibly shattered, it proved that the eight of them encountered an irresistible crisis in the Holy Land.

Therefore, the power of prohibition will force them to pull them out of the holy ground to save their lives.

"I said this before." Xiao Yi's face was cold.

"You and I have no grudges. If you don't provoke me, I can assume that I haven't seen you."

"The road is heading towards the sky, go to each side."

"Now let's talk about it, it's too late." Xiao Yi shook his head, slashing out the Blizzard sword in his hand.

Boom... Sect Master's protective barrier lasted only a few seconds and was crashed.

Similarly, the Sect Master of Kuanglan was blown away with a punch, and was then pulled out of the Holy Land by the restraining force.

The next second, Xiao Yi came to Chu Rou.

Chu Rou didn't say much, just a pair of beautiful eyes, staring at Xiao Yi.

Boom... After a few seconds, her barrier shattered under Xiao Yijian.

"Huh." Chu Rou took a deep breath, thinking of the few people who had been blasted off just now, her face turned pale.

"Little thief son, really amazing."

"Come on, I'm ready."

Chu Rou closed her eyes, waiting to be blasted out.

However, the imaginary blown flying did not appear.

In the ear, only a light smile came.

"Ms. Chu Rou's song just now is not bad."

"Although it is not out of good intentions, at least let the state of mind underneath calm down for a while."

"This punch is saved, thanks."

"Huh?" Chu Rou was stunned and opened her eyes.

There is no time to say anything in the future, the power that has been restrained, safely pulled out of the Holy Land.

In the audience, only the big prince and the stern barrier remained.

Whoosh... Xiao Yi came to the eldest prince.

After a few seconds, the barrier was broken, and then several swords were cut out, abolishing the limbs of the prince.

"You... asshole... Xiao Yi, you remember to me, my Feng Sheng Empire will never die with you..."

The words have not been finished, they have been pulled out of the Holy Land.

...

Outside the Holy Land.

Around the deserted land, tens of thousands of warriors were all practicing cross-legged.

In the empty and quiet place, the Master of the Wind Palace and the several masters next to them stood with their hands holding hands, staring at the air in front of them.

"I don't know what Fengxing is doing now." A branch hall master asked.

"Haha." Another sub-temple master smiled, "Feng Xing and other 8 people are the strongest 8 who stood out in this Wind Silence Conference, and I will not disappoint."

"Nowadays, you may have been studying the inheritance."

At the same time, Lu Zheng and others stopped practicing slightly.

"Where did the deacon go?" Lu Zheng looked confused.

"Well, in fact, I always feel that the deacon is very strong."

"Before, if the deacon was willing to play, he could get a spot if he wasn't sure."

Several team members curled their lips, "I guess, that deacon, it is estimated that he was ordered to attend the Wind Silence Conference."

"However, all the players who have played before are all famous players."

"The deacon also has no chance of winning, so he didn't plan to play, so as not to lose the prestige of the first main hall."

"No, I ran away dingy now."

Just at this moment, in the distant empty place, there was a twist in the air.

A figure was suddenly blasted out.

"Huh?" The Wind Palace Master and the others were surprised.

"The Sixth Prince?"

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