"Okay, I'll see how many turns your attack can take."
Long Yi put his hands behind his back, the look in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and the seven golden dragons behind his head roared loudly, and the momentum of the thunder of Vientiane almost shocked the heavens.
"I won't let you down."
Wuji replied in a cold voice, and as soon as the words fell, the blood-colored handprint flashed again, and an even grander majesty rumbled down.
Until the two came into contact, the blood-colored handprint had been transformed seven times in a row, and its power had reached a point where it was difficult to regenerate.
The two domineering energies came into contact in the void, like a starfall on the earth, and the waves crashed on the shore, and the strong explosion deprived everyone of their six senses.
A huge black hole appears out of thin air, and terrible energy is constantly annihilating in it.
This blow contained the spirit of Wuji, and it was his pinnacle blow.
Seven turns of frightening, feeding the heavens and the earth.
The dragon's eyes erupted with vigorous battle intent, his body tensed, his fists clenched, this blow was Wuji's strongest blow, and it was not his strongest attack.
When the dust fell silent and the prosperity fell, a white-clothed figure was half-kneeling in the void, although he tried his best to stand up, but the feeling of weakness in his body still made him sweat profusely, and finally crackled, his body shook violently, a bone in his body was disjointed, and Wuji half-knelt on the ground.
The foot shook violently, and the sweat confused his eyes, but the look under his eyes was getting brighter and brighter.
You can't kneel, even if you die here.
Sometimes the willpower of human beings is really terrifying, and it stands to reason that it is absolutely impossible for Wuji to solidify his body, but in fact he is strong enough to support himself.
The divine phantom behind the opposite dragon's head had disappeared, his face was a little pale, he stabilized his body, his palm sucked downward, and countless true qi surged frantically into his body.
"Senior brother."
The girl in purple and the girl in red were shocked, looking at Wuji's heart and immediately lost.
Wuji followed the second girl's gaze, and was about to answer when his pupils suddenly shrank, and a blood-colored light was poking out of the void, slashing upwards from below the purple-clothed girl.
"It's small."
The first sentence was something Wuji wanted to say carefully, but the second word was not spoken, because the blood light had directly split her in half from the lower part of the purple-clothed girl, and the blood, minced meat, and intestines were mixed together, flowing all over the ground, and also bleeding the girl in red.
She froze, looked at the second senior sister who had been cut in half in amazement, and suddenly let out a piercing scream.
"Noise."
A cold voice came, the temperature between heaven and earth dropped sharply, and a pair of Qianqian jade hands reached out and pressed on the spirit platform of the panicked red-clothed girl.
The girl in red wanted to grind her body, but a chill suddenly rose from the bottom of her heart, and a layer of dark ice first poured out from her heavenly spirit cover, then surged to her face, and finally crawled all over her body.
The girl was wearing a white dress, with a pair of bare lotus feet, and large snowflakes kept falling around her, and a pale color appeared on her face, and the whole person was like a fairy in the snow.
But just look at her blue eyes to understand her identity.
Whoever she is, it's enough to know that she's blue-eyed.
The girl left blankly, and with a bang, the black ice turned by the girl in red shattered, turning into countless ice crystals, but the girl in it no longer had a trace.
In this short period of time, Wuji lost three junior sisters who have played since childhood, and the hatred in his heart can be imagined. yes It was an earth-shattering roar, but in the hearts of many Terrans, there was a sense of heroic decline.
"Your junior sister is dead, you should also go on the road" Long Yi temporarily suppressed the injuries in his body and spoke indifferently.
He stepped forward, the space around him opened one after another, like a portal that opened automatically, his hands slowly pressed, it was more like a huge mountain for Wuji, he gritted his teeth, and the surging hatred could almost boil the three rivers and five seas.
"Long Yi, if I don't die today, it will kill you in person one day."
"The premise of all this is that you can leave alive today."
Long Yi didn't bother to say anything, he had witnessed too many such situations, and he was used to too many people's words, but in the end, they still died of hatred one by one, and no one really escaped.
Seeing the end of death, a figure suddenly surged in Wuji's heart, if Guo Ming was here, I am afraid that the person who died of hatred would be Long Yi.
After all, Guo Ming has advanced to the pinnacle of that realm.
When he thought of Guo Ming, Wuji's heart was full of hundreds of miscellaneous people.
He first snatched his own golden lotus, and then snatched his wife, he should have hatred for him, but in this matter, he very much hoped that he could appear and save the decline of the Decepticon Clan.
It's a pity that all this is an extravagant hope, when he designed to slaughter him, he was an ancestor, and there are still a few people in the world who can really command him.
The Blue-Eyed Clan invaded, and many forces of the Terran Race sent out their masters, but he avoided Xiangge, and no one knew what they were doing.
There are already a lot of complaints among the human race about his general Xiangge, but no one dares to say it in public.
Alas, a light sigh came, and the look of hope in Wuji's eyes finally fell silent, which was more like a disguised despair, a compromise.
The moment the other party's palm touched the Infinite Heavenly Spirit Gai, a strong crisis surged out from the bottom of Long Yi's heart, quickly spreading all over his limbs.
Without thinking about it, as soon as the dragon dodged quickly, just when his figure had just jumped out of the kilometer, a thunderstorm sounded, and a bright sword light forcibly tore the sword light, with a domineering and peerless power that shocked the entire firmament, and the war swords in the hands of the monks in a radius of thousands of miles all trembled faintly, which was more like a disguised surrender.
What kind of law is that, and all the sword cultivators have changed their faces.
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A term popped into their minds.
Ancient Sword Cultivation.
A young man in a dark sword suit shattered the void, and he held a pitch-black iron sword in his hand, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, standing proudly in the void.
Two ancient seals are engraved on the hilt of the sword to break the evil.
If Guo Ming was here, he would recognize at a glance that this was the time when he begged Guanyin Liu, and finally personally returned the treasure of the Evil Sect Sect, the Evil Destroying Sword.
It's just that he couldn't have imagined that their line would produce such a talented disciple and get the inheritance of the ancient sword cultivator.
"Didn't the Ancient Sword Cultivator disappear, why did it reappear?"
"Joke, if there are great changes today, even ancient gods and demons have appeared, what is so strange about the appearance of the sword cultivation lineage" "As the old saying goes, there is a long sword in the hands of the ancient sword cultivator, and even the peak powerhouse is seriously injured under their sword."
"Who are you," Long Yi said with a shocked expression.
"Everyone in the blue-eyed clan will be punished."
The young man who rushed to speak indifferently, the long sword in his hand slammed into the void, and hundreds of millions of sword shadows overlapped, turning into grinding discs one by one, directly enveloping the entire firmament, and countless majestic sword qi erupted with unimaginable power.
And when those sword qi merged into one, a thousand-zhang-sized sword pillar slammed towards Long Yi's body.
A thick horror surged through Long Yi's heart, frantically operating the laws of space, one by one the spaces were constantly shattered, and the dragon passed through thousands of spaces in the blink of an eye.
But when the sword pillar pressed down, his body still trembled, although his body was not in this space, he was still forcibly injured by the domineering sword qi.
A large pool of blood spurted out, and Long Yi glanced at the young man in fear, and opened the space-time space to escape.
Two cold sword rays erupted from the young man's eyes, which were deeply engraved into Long Yi's eyes, causing his body to tremble immediately.
"This is the so-called first place in the dragon list haha, but that's it."
The young man laughed, his moves were always so simple, the Evil Breaking Sword in his hand blasted out again, and hundreds of millions of sword qi merged into one, which immediately caused the turmoil of heaven and earth, and that single touch almost turned into eternity.
Time froze at this moment, Long Yi couldn't help but tremble, it stands to reason that he shouldn't be so bad, but it's a pity that the strength of his whole body in the battle with Wuji has dropped less than three percent of the original.
Of course, if you confront this mysterious young man head-on, your chances of winning will not exceed fifty percent, this person's attack is too domineering.
When the second attack came, Ryuichi really didn't have the strength to dodge.
At this moment, a pair of Qianqianyu hands appeared again, and the indifferent woman's face seemed to be eternal ice, with a pair of bare lotus feet, her hands were empty, and her heart was facing the sky.
The howling wind stopped, and everything around was still.
One by one, a sword of ice was grabbed by the girl in her hand, and she swiped lightly towards the void, the feeling of time and space solidification disappeared immediately, and countless time and space seemed to be suddenly combined, and the feeling of huge space crossing was overwhelming.
With a bang, the two of them let out an earth-shattering explosion, countless waves of air swept everything, and the terrible killing machine filled everything, and all the monks retreated again and again, but they still felt the feeling of being on the verge of death.
The indifferent young man said indifferently: "Sword cultivation Fengyun." ” "Fu'er, the inheritor of the snow god."
The two of them spoke at the same time, and then the two of them stared straight at each other, which was respect for the opponent, and the next moment it was a life-and-death battle.
"It's a mess here, but I like it."
A harsh voice suddenly came.
As soon as the words fell, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy dressed in a gorgeous costume, wearing a purple and gold crown, and golden auspicious cloud boots on his feet, walked over with a big grin.
That's all for today, thank you
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