"Angry Dragon Magical Power" Above the sword light, there is a bit of ice blue, fleeting.
Bang The sky above the battle formation was shot by the soul.
Suddenly, like glass shattering, the light film exploded and poured down.
Soul's dragon claws were shaken by the huge force, opening countless wounds, and blood spurted out from the countless wounds, as if grass had grown.
The sword light in Qin Yi's hand also collided with the dragon at this time. boom The huge explosion was like thousands of air thunders exploding at the same time, causing the ground to collapse and raging smoke to rise into the sky.
The dragon roared wildly and shattered into pieces in the air.
Qin Yi fell back and flew away.
The right arm holding the Chili Sword exploded and turned into blood mist all over the sky.
The Chili Sword also flew out and was inserted into the sky.
On the ground.
"He's injured," the middle-aged man in the formation shouted in surprise.
Tang Qianqian, who was hiding in the crowd not far away, was shocked by the blood spurting out when Qin Yifei went out.
She was worried about Qin Yi's safety, so she rushed out of the crowd.
At this time, she only kept one thing firmly in her mind: Qin Yi must be fine.
"Kill him."
Seeing that one of Qin Yi's arms was blown to pieces, the big man holding a gun in the military formation laughed proudly.
With an order, the entire battle formation moved towards Qin Yi.
At this moment, Qin Yi slowly stood up from the ground.
Although his shoulders were still bleeding and his face was still pale, after he stood up, his waist was straight and he stood tall, giving people a feeling of being invincible.
"Although it has turned into a form, it is still far behind the realm of gods."
Qin Yi sneered, "It's just an arm, but that's okay.
This way I will be more confident to kill you.
Tuntian Big tomb, collect it for me" Rumble A loud thunderous noise shocked the people in the battle formation.
Taking advantage of the moment when these people were stunned, Qin Yi, as fast as lightning, moved the Tiantian Tomb and threw the corpses of several monks he had killed before into the tomb.
The smell of blood, the cold murderous intent, and the cultivator's body were completely refined before they even landed on the ground of the Tiantian Tomb.
Qin Yi's arm, which was shattered a moment ago, began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"How is this possible?"
The middle-aged man roared in disbelief.
Not only him, but the monks in the battle formation around him and the few remaining monks in the battle formation where the arrows were fired all made a sound.
In the God Realm, there are indeed very precious elixirs.
Taking them can help the monks to regenerate their severed limbs.
Not to mention how precious that pill is, even if you take it, it will take at least two or three days to grow a new arm.
But now, in front of them, a scene that could be called a miracle was happening.
An arm grows in just a few breaths.
No one could imagine what elixir could have such a significant effect, and no one could say with certainty that they had just seen the other person take the medicine.
Everything seemed to happen in the blink of an eye.
And at this moment, these cultivators clearly have a feeling that this guy with the third level of False God not only does not seem to feel tired, but also becomes more and more courageous as he fights.
The murderous intention bursting out from the opponent at this moment is actually making people tremble with fear.
More prosperous than before.
Although Qin Yi is alone, the whole situation seems to have turned upside down now.
"We can't let him go, we must kill him this time."
Staring at Qin Yi, the middle-aged man suddenly felt a chill and danger from the bottom of his heart.
If the rapid healing of the wound on the shoulder could be understood before, the current regeneration of the broken arm can be described as unbelievable.
In addition, there is the pressure brought by the opponent getting stronger as they fight.
If this guy cannot be killed this time, then this pressure will have extremely bad effects.
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"Go ahead and kill the giant dragon Hengjiang for me."
Ouch The dragon charged straight at Qin Yi again.
The ground crackled, and everything along the way was shattered like tofu.
Unlike before, Qin Yi did not use any weapons this time.
His Chili Sword still fell not far away.
Not only that, he seemed to have no intention of taking action.
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel happy.
Just when the dragon opened its bloody mouth and was about to devour Qin Yi, Qin Yi's figure suddenly disappeared from the place like a ghost.
With a bang, the dragon smashed the ground into pieces with a radius of ten feet.
Several casual cultivators who had just rushed over, almost at the level of virtual gods at the eighth and ninth levels, were involved in it.
They didn't even have time to react and were directly blown up.
It turned into fly ash, but not even a hair on Qin Yi's body was hurt.
"Hidden Front Footwork" It was only then that the middle-aged man remembered that this guy could actually use the unique magical power of the Zangfeng Sect after turning three times in the Virtual God.
"Where are you going?"
the middle-aged man shouted, and his spiritual thoughts spread out, and Qin Yi was quickly captured.
But when he looked in Qin Yi's direction, blood spurted out of his chest.
Qin Yi was like a tiger among sheep at this moment.
He didn't see any weapons he used.
He just saw a bloody halo spinning around him.
Two puppets moved around him as fast as lightning.
They were disturbed by Qin Yi before.
The remaining monks in the battle formation were all killed.
"Ling'er, transfer all their energy and blood into the Tiantian Tomb."
Qin Yi shouted low, and the bloody halo surrounding him immediately left Qin Yi and flew towards the fresh corpses on the ground. .
This bloody halo is naturally the Death Scythe and its spirit weapon Bai Ling'er.
The Death Scythe was originally born for killing.
This kind of battlefield where monks engage in melee is simply a God-given opportunity for the growth of the Death Scythe.
"There are actually puppets" was in the heart of the middle-aged man.
He could tell at a glance that those two puppets were absolutely extraordinary.
Just their clean and neat movements when killing people could at least reach the power of the seventh virtual god.
Two puppets of the seventh-level virtual god, and one virtual god of the third-level who seemed to be impossible to kill.
At this moment, the middle-aged man began to regret in his heart why he had provoked this killing god in order to rescue the battle formation.
However, it is naturally impossible for the middle-aged man to give up like this.
After all, he is at the peak of the ninth stage of False God and half-step to the Heavenly God realm.
At this moment, he has a battle formation and can exert a power close to the Heavenly God realm's ability to turn gas into form.
Even if he is against Even those who are in the real God Realm may not lose easily, let alone the opponent who is just a monster in the third level of the False God Realm.
Qin Yi immediately saw through what the other party was thinking, smiled sinisterly, and said: "You really think I'm just a third-turn virtual god":