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Cold, stubborn, and invincible proud.

At this moment, the black swordsman deduces these words to the extreme.

Want to make him comfortable?

No one can do it, even if the Buddha from the West comes, he can't do it.

His face is cold, and his sword points to the goddess of the lake. His words are full of ridicule and ridicule.

In his opinion, the most ironic thing in the world is the holy land itself.

After thousands of years of crushing and killing, the black swordsman was almost annihilated. Now, only a few people are still alive.

But in front of the saint, but the face is not red, heart does not jump threatened to save him.

Unless he's a fool.

The saint sighed: "brother Li, you are too stubborn."

Li Yi sneered: "stubborn is you."

She shook her head: "you offend too many people, your own reputation is not good, why not quietly follow me away?"

Li Yi laughed: "too many people? Let them come and see who dies first. " He was too lazy to say anything.

Hearing the speech, the saint no longer speaks much and retreats silently.

Above the light, the LORD spoke again: "what a pity!"

After the simple three words, the scene suddenly solidified up, the cold wind seems to be gone, all of which are stagnant at this moment, as if time is eternal.

At that moment, the holy master reached out his shriveled hand and sank down like Mount Tai. He wanted to obliterate Li Yi here.

It's a terrible thing.

Li Yi seems to be imprisoned. He can't move at all. It's not only him. No one can move in the scene.

The power of the field?

The day they realized this, their faces changed greatly.

After Shenwang is shenzang, after shenzang is Huangdao. Only Huangdao can exert its power in the field.

But the land of gods and demons did not know how many years, there was no strong emperor.

Has Lord Tianxuan stepped into that realm?

Is that terrible?

No one was motionless, staring at the light.

Meanwhile, the monks of Tianxuan holy land showed an excited look. As for the gods, they also laughed, and their smiles were extremely brilliant.

In their opinion, even if there are a group of bimont soldiers here, the black swordsman will surely die.

Xia Xiaoxiao is short of breath.

Qin Meng's face sank.

Only bisher and the East seemed calm.

In the dark.

Xia Wuhou showed anxiety: "master, do you want to move?"

The youth shakes his head: "he has not been granted the emperor, but with the help of the power of light."

Xia Wuhou said: "even if he has not been granted the emperor, there is power in the field, that boy is afraid to be unable to hold on to it!"

The boy still shook his head: "see those two demon clans standing behind the black swordsman?"

Xia Wuhou frowned. He had seen it for a long time, but they couldn't block the power of the field?

The young man said: "the girl's body is flowing with Phoenix blood and the feather. If I'm not wrong, it should be the feather left by the first generation of Phoenix. The other is bimon. There is a thunder bone in his body, which is the divine weapon of heaven."

Hearing the speech, the Marquis Wu of Xia showed a startled look.

Did the black swordsman step on the shit? How could two demon clans with such amazing origins follow him? What's more, they all carry the divine weapons of heaven.

Pen!

In his mind, the east went up and burst into Red Mansions in his body. She took Li Yi's hand. The red light shrouded her body and blocked the power of the realm released by the Lord.

Not only that, the red mans more and more fiery, she opened the jiongjiong eyes, faintly flickering war.

Roar!

Beecher roared up to the sky, his hair flying, like a demon in the recovery.

Everyone's body shakes, the look also congeals down, they realized, also guessed.

Before that, bishner roared, and a young bimont soldier came. Now, he roared like this

Whew!

Outside Philadelphia, a purple light and shadow flickered, fast, blinking into Philadelphia, a few breaths, has come to the lake.

The first one, wearing a plain dress, was tall and bulky. He carried a big rusty iron sword on his back. After sweeping the whole scene, his bright eyes suddenly became gloomy.

Hum!

He took out the big iron sword and killed the master of Hanguang. Before the man arrived, the meaning of the iron sword was condensed. It was very thick and covered the old man.

There is no light, no momentum, but the real strength, thick, majestic, heavy.

It made the sky hum.

The power of the field that permeates the surrounding area is almost distorted and deformed. It seems that it will disintegrate under the sword spirit of the iron sword.At this time, Dongfang also released Li Yi's hand. She took hold of the light and light red feather, and with a wave, the strong wind roared up.

The feather pressed down the light.

The heavy sword sense, as the number of cleaved on the old man.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, his hair was lifted, and a yellow face appeared. He was staring at the killed bimon soldiers, and his heart was shocked to the extreme.

What he was afraid of was not the power of the bimont warrior, but the big iron sword in his hand.

Eight hundred years ago, he had seen this big iron sword. It was on that wild land.

At that time, the man holding the iron sword was a boy named bimont. He fought with the boy, and finally he lost.

He thought that he lost to the Bi Mongolian talent and their blood power.

But now it seems that this rusty iron sword is very strange!

Eight hundred years later, it has not decayed.

The leader of the cloud team was so powerful that he was almost invincible. The iron sword fell down and held down the heaven and earth in ten directions. The old man tried his best to resist it, but he was still hacked out.

With a loud bang, the old man's body smashed into the depth of the lake, rippling up a hundred meters high waves.

Hanguang is shaking and wants to fly to catch the old man, but he is held by the red feather.

Awe, incredible, incredible

Everyone gaped at the scene.

In the scene, perhaps only the East, bixuaner, and the young man with snow on his back seemed very calm.

"Bimon soldiers, a group of bimont fighters, my God!"

"He was so powerful that he forced back the Lord of Tianxuan holy land with one sword."

"Is the light suppressed?"

"Who is that woman?"

"Black swordsman..." All the shock, far less than Li Yi brought more shocking.

Whether it's bixuan Er, or the East, or Qin Meng, Xia Xiaoxiao, or even the group of bimon soldiers, all these are related to the black swordsman.

But he is a human race, how can he have such a powerful demon clan friend?

In the eyes of all people, everything today is so fantastic!

"There are more than 30 bimont fighters."

"It's terrible. How did the black swordsman do it?"

"What is he doing?" People hold their breath and talk nervously.

The leader of the cloud team came down from the high altitude, and the big iron sword was stuck in the back by him. He returned to the front of the group of bimon. His bright eyes calmed down and his face was expressionless, like a stone.

But even if it is a stone, he is the most dazzling stone, because just now, he forced back the contemporary God of Tianxuan with a sword.

It's a terrible thing.

The Lord struggled out of the lake, with his hair in disorder, his yellow face looked ferocious, and his empty eyes filled with undisguised anger.

All the people in the holy land were silent at this moment, their faces were burning with pain, they were holding hands tightly, and their breath was extremely short. Their Lord was forced back by a sword.