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A thousand years ago, a young man came here. Kong ran, with only a sword, killed the younger generation of Yuheng mountain. He was silent and showed his invincible posture. Unfortunately, at the end of his life, he exhausted all his possessions and finally got tired to the bottom of the peak.

Now, a thousand years later, another young man came here with only a sword.

Many of the old and powerful people who survived from that era were moved and closed their eyes when they saw this scene, as if they had returned to the era that belonged to them a thousand years ago.

It's the same kind of person again.

Magic.

The old figure came out one after another, gazing at each other in silence.

Kill!

There is a young disciple, who is a supernatural master. The Dharma forms and is extremely solemn. The stars in his body bloom with each other, setting it off like the sun palace.

Pen!

Unfortunately, as powerful as he was, he still failed to block Li Yi's punch.

After the young disciples were defeated, the whole scene was quiet and no one spoke. Many holy land disciples had gloomy faces and grim eyes.

People in the distance are even more silent.

The battle has just begun, but the holy land has lost three battles, and the way of losing is the same. It is the same punch, simple and direct, without any muddle in the slightest.

You know, this is a holy land! Since ancient times, we don't know how many peerless powerful people have walked out. But now, their younger generation has been defeated by the same person in the same way and with the same moves. It seems that in his eyes, the disciples of the holy land are just like the ants that can be killed by raising their hands.

Even at this moment, people are looking at Li Yi's figure, shaking, as if to see an invincible.

"Do you feel it?" someone whispered.

"What?"

"An invincible willpower, a strong breath, fearless indifference." The man spoke again, with a dignified expression: "black swordsman."

Since ancient times, there have been a lot of rumors about the black swordsman, but few people really see it.

Now, they see it.

Li Yiting pulled out her posture, her face was calm, her eyes were clear, her white hair was swaying in the breeze, and her clothes were fluttering. She walked forward step by step, without straying her eyes, and immediately opened her mouth: "next one."

"I'll fight you." A beautiful woman came out, her eyes were cold, her body was dormant, there was a terrible breath fluctuation, as if there was an ancient fierce beast sleeping.

Yeah?

Li Yimei's head wrinkled, naturally also felt the woman's strange.

The next moment, Qingli woman hands, in her behind a virtual shadow emerged, countless swords buzzing, interwoven into a big net.

It's a vision.

Then, there was a roar in her body, and the powerful power of the stars quickly boiled and bloomed, and all of a sudden, she was covered by a demon.

"Kill The woman opened her mouth and was extremely cold. The virtual shadow killed her. The sword net swept over the sky, and the cold breath spread to ten directions.

This is a terrible technique.

What's more impressive is that her spiritual power is far more powerful than that of ordinary supernatural beings.

"What a powerful technique."

"Who is this man?"

"Well, I remember that five years ago, a young girl came crying and died at the foot of Jiufeng Mountain. Finally, she was accepted as a disciple by an elder of Yuheng mountain. It is said that there is an ancient blood in her body. Once revived, it will be comparable to the ancient fierce beast."

When it comes to Yuheng mountain five years ago, most people think about this woman's deeds.

Some people think that if she had been born a few years earlier, she would have been the son of this generation.

Very strong.

This is Li Yi's first impression of her. Of course, even if she is stronger, can she be stronger than the son?

Moreover, if it's just a one-off competition, there are few young people who are his opponents. This is his confidence as a black swordsman.

Shaking his head, he quietly spit out three words: "next." As soon as the words fell, she was holding a mysterious and inexplicable fingerprint in her hand. In an instant, three pieces of green lotus blossomed, and the power of the technique was more than ten million Jun, which suddenly suppressed the woman's virtual shadow and sword net.

Finally, all the Dharma dissipated under the explosion of Qinglian. The powerful force penetrated into the woman's body. Puff, there was no accident. She flew out like the first three.

The scene was as quiet as death.

Li Yi moved on again and began to step on the road of stairs. The low figure fell into people's sight and became towering.

"Is there anyone else to go to war?" He turned his face aside and swept all the disciples in the holy land. His indifferent expression, clear eyes and fearless attitude all seemed to slap the naked palms on the faces of the disciples in the holy land.

He was just alone. Kong ran came here all by himself. Facing a large group of Holy Land disciples, he won four battles in a row. Even now, no one dares to fight?That's ironic.

The young disciples looked at each other one by one. Their faces were pale and their eyes were sinister. They also felt extremely oppressed and bent.

No one answered. Li Yi did not pay any attention to it and went on. Although he won four games, he did not relax because he knew that this was the holy land of Yuheng mountain.

Perhaps, those powerful young disciples are waiting for him on the way.

About five minutes later, he stopped his pace. On the top of the stairs, there were several young figures in plain clothes. They were simple and unadorned. They looked like teenagers coming out of the farmhouse. But after careful feeling, they all had terrible breath in their bodies, which was particularly amazing.

These people are all the strong men of Taifu wuchongtian.

Li Yi made a judgment, and her expression solidified.

The young disciples at the bottom are too short and young. They may be afraid of face and the dignity of the holy land. They don't join forces to attack, but the young disciples at the top may not have these scruples.

In their eyes, the only purpose is to kill Li Yi, and the rest doesn't matter.

Of course, in spite of this, Li Yi still held a tentative attitude and asked, "do you want to go together?"

The first man stood up, looked at him and said, "that's right."

Then the second man stood up and stared at Li Yi: "you have two choices. Let's go down the mountain as if you had never been in the future. The second choice is to die here."

Li Yi said with a smile: "I choose the third."

Smell speech, a few young men also no longer more words, Qi Qi burst out, at the same time shot.

Boom!

A big war followed. This time, he did not beat him with a single blow, because the players were very strong, not the teenagers below.

Of course, they are powerful, but Li Yi is stronger. Under his fourth sword, the power of time is full of air, and he even blocks the attack of several people.

At the next moment, Li Yi's face was cold, and four stars burst out rapidly. A strong force burst out from the huge sword, and faintly, it was more like a dormant ancient fierce beast waking up.

The fifth sword.

This is the first time that he has cut out the fifth sword since his practice. It is also the pattern that he realized from the black mark not long ago.

This sword contains the power of heaven and earth, as well as the power of laws. It is like a sword cut by the king of God.

Pooh!

The strength of the sword was so strong that several young men couldn't resist it. They were so poor that they were finally defeated. They flew hundreds of meters away, coughing up blood.

"Let's go." Li Yi didn't hurt the killer, because he didn't feel that several people had strong intention to kill, maybe some, but only because of their position.

Several people were silent and looked at each other. Then they wiped off the blood from the corners of their mouths. They saluted Li Yi and finally turned away.

Li Yi pauses and moves forward again.