Chapter 895: Beiyin Invincible
Inside the vast forest.
Except for the Tang Sha and other Tianjiao affected by the outbreak of the two turbulent weather conditions.
In a corner of the forest, a concealed restriction also collapsed in an instant.
Within the ban, Li Fengxing and others.
"Huh?" Li Fengxing's expression changed.
"What a terrifying aura, it collapsed the wrinkle barrier in an instant."
The big prince frowned, "Xiao Yi once said that this barrier cannot be broken unless it is approached by a powerful person above the ninth level of the celestial pole."
"What kind of shocking battle broke out just now?"
"Cut." A sneer came from the side.
Qin Hongyi sneered, "Do you believe the little thief if you say it?"
"You can't just come to a celestial realm and just break this barrier."
"No." Li Fengxing's eyes were sharp, "I am afraid that the two auras just now covered the entire forest."
"There is still a breath now, floating in the air."
"I recognize that this breath belongs to Deacon Xiao Yi."
Chu Rou nodded, "I think it's not impossible to explode that kind of aura with the skills and methods of the little thief."
"I was just surprised at who the other aura belongs to."
"Who can fight the little thief to this point."
Although Chu Rou screamed like this, the little thief, but her words clearly showed her recognition and trust in Xiao Yi's strength.
Sect Master Kuanglan nodded, "Only the momentum can crush this powerful barrier."
"It's not difficult to imagine the fierce battle."
"If the Master of Li Fengxing Branch, you can really be sure that this belongs to Xiao Yi's breath."
"I think we have to go and see."
"I think so too." Feng Xing nodded.
"Moreover, I always have a bad feeling."
"I'm worried about Deacon Xiao Yi's accident..."
"No." Chu Rou interrupted and shook her head.
"I hope so." Li Fengxing said solemnly, "In any case, most of the day has passed, and Deacon Xiao Yi has not returned. We have to check it out."
"Good." Chu Rou, Sect Master Kuanglan, Yu Feng and others nodded.
The prince also stood up immediately, "Damn it, then Xiao Yi must not die."
"He is dead, what about my sixth brother?"
"I knew I should have gone with him for a while with those black warriors."
Except for Qin Hong's accident, all the people stood up.
Qin Hongyi's face was ugly, but still stood up and left with the group of people.
...
Deep in the forest, where the war broke out.
The middle-aged man stretched out his hand slowly, holding it empty.
Xiao Yi was instantly surrounded by a cold air, unable to resist.
"Die." The middle-aged man uttered two awe-inspiring notes.
The cold breath surrounding Xiao Yi burst out instantly.
"stop."
At this moment, a soft drink sounded.
The middle-aged man's originally emptied palm slowly loosened it.
The middle-aged man looked at the young man behind him suspiciously and asked, "What's the matter, Young Palace Master?"
It was this young man who called "Stop" just now.
"Uncle Gu, let him go." The young man said lightly.
"Huh?" The middle-aged man frowned, "Young Palace Master, this kid just offended you..."
"I said let him go." The young man snapped.
"Yes." Although the middle-aged man was unwilling, he still retracted his palm.
At the same time, the cold breath surrounding Xiao Yi dissipated instantly.
"Just now, I was the one who lost." The young man said with an unwilling expression on his face.
He knew very well that his aura and sword power had long dissipated under Xiao Yijian.
Just now, if Uncle Gu appeared and arrived in time, he had blocked the words of the shocking sword power that made the heavens and the earth pale.
He is now a corpse.
"Young Palace Master, you are the one who lost." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "That kid is just the pinnacle of the earth, how can he compare with you."
"If the subordinate had read it right, that kid just borrowed all the power in his middle-grade holy artifact."
"This kind of behavior is tantamount to looking for death."
"Although I don't know why he is not dead now."
"But obviously, in terms of real cultivation base and strength, he can't even borrow a trick from Young Palace Master."
"No." The young man shook his head, "All the power in the middle-grade sacred vessel is so huge."
"Don't say it's me, even if it's Uncle Gu, do you dare to move in an instant and take it?"
"That's just something weird about that kid," the middle-aged man retorted.
"Shut up." The young man scolded, his expression indifferent, "If you lose, you lose. Could it be that my Beiyin Wudi can't even bear this?"
The young man's tone became more and more indifferent, "Innocent, he killed it himself."
"His life should be taken by me myself."
"The rest, nobody can move, do you understand?"
The young man stared at the middle-aged man with domineering eyes.
The middle-aged man nodded, "Listen to Young Palace Master's instructions."
"Let's go." The young man knelt on one knee and picked up Bei Yin Wuxie's body.
Before leaving, Ba Jue stared at the embarrassed Xiao Yi with a cold and arrogant look.
"Boy, leave your name."
Not far away, Xiao Yiqiang supported the seriously injured body, holding the Lengyan sword, propped the ground with the sword, and said indifferently, "Xiao Yi."
"You are qualified to know my name."
There is no doubt that this is the strongest arrogant among the younger generation Xiao Yi has encountered since his debut.
Therefore, even if he was an enemy, Xiao Yi was willing to recognize him and left his name.
"Heh." The young man smiled arrogantly, "You are also qualified to know my name."
"Remember, my name is Beiyin Wudi."
"In addition, Xiao Yi, right? Stay alive, don't die halfway."
"One day, I will come to take your life myself."
"If you have the ability, just come." Xiao Yi smiled coldly.
Whoosh...
The young and middle-aged people, Yukong left instantly.
In the same place, only Xiao Yi was left.
At this time, Xiao Yi still stared straight at the direction the two were leaving, and did not relax.
Those cold eyes were as clear as usual.
Suddenly, whoo... whoo... whoo...
A group of figures suddenly leaped from a distance.
"Brother Xiao Yi."
"Young Master Xiao Yi."
Several voices of concern came from afar, and it was Tang Sha, Miss Ning and others.
"Deacon Xiao Yi, young thief..."
In the other direction, there were also figures leaping forward.
It was Li Fengxing, Chu Rou and others.
Tang Sha came to Xiao Yi first in a few flashes.
He looked at Li Fengxing and the others warily, "Who are you?"
As he spoke, a spear instantly gathered his hands and guarded Xiao Yi.
"Who are you guys?" Li Fengxing's expression became cold, and a spear in his hand condensed, rushing towards Xiao Yi eagerly.
"Friend." At this moment, Xiao Yi said lightly.
"friend?"
Xiao Yi only said one thing, but Tang Sha and Li Fengxing are smart people, and naturally know that Xiao Yi is telling them that both are his friends.
The two instantly put away their weapons and relaxed their vigilance.
However, after the two of them saw Xiao Yi's appearance clearly, they all took a breath and their complexions changed drastically.
"Brother Xiao Yi, you..." Tang Sha looked at Xiao Yi blankly.
"Deacon Xiao Yi..." Li Fengxing's expression was extremely complicated.
Xiao Yi's current appearance, I'm afraid it can't be described simply in embarrassment and misery.
The wounds all over the body, the shocking scars, the skin that was burned out of human form.
That...that...
"Young Master Xiao Yi."
"Little thief son."
"..."
Anyone who saw Xiao Yi's tragic appearance today could not help but be speechless.
Because they don't know what to say.
No one knows what Xiao Yi has experienced in this short half-day.
But they know very well that this is by no means easy.
They came all the way and saw with their own eyes the corpses of the black warriors all over the forest.
They came all the way and saw the terrible battle traces in the ruins of this hundred miles.
They couldn't imagine how many fierce battles Xiao Yi experienced and how many injuries he suffered in this short period of time.
"What does this look do?" Xiao Yi glanced at everyone and gave a tragic laugh.
"Brother Xiao Yi, you..." Tang Sha looked complicated, and wanted to say something.
Xiao Yi interrupted with a sorrowful smile, "I'm fine, I can't die."
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