C721

There is no wave of the sea of Qi, and there is no breath of divine consciousness. There is only a sword awn and the terrible sword meaning.

As cold as a glacier, as deep as an abyss, vast

The sword's meaning is so different from his own temperament that he can't display it without certain precipitation.

Of course, if he had seen Li Yi before, maybe he would not have such an idea.

Soon, the third sword fell.

His speed is very fast, it seems that he does not want to give seven childe a chance to fight back, to kill him completely here.

Unfortunately, seven childe's reaction is faster, his feet like springs, straight out, in the air to do a whirl, and then clasped his fist.

This blow, he hit all, the flame is more fierce, from here burning out, look like an ancient fierce beast.

Angry, or unwilling, or to kill Li Yi.

His eyes are full of too much. The seventh childe of the imperial court, the body of Nine Yang, and the God of war of the younger generation, his divine power cannot be provoked, and no one dares to challenge him.

But the man provoked and humiliated him.

The fist is enlarging, several meters, tens of meters, like a star falling down.

Fierce, domineering, fiery and terrible.

At this moment, all the plants in a few miles around withered, and the practitioners on Wuji mountain also felt the terrible fluctuation and heat, as if they were facing a round of sun.

This is the body of Nine Yang.

"How strong."

"Can he stop it?"

"Is this really a part of the seven childe?"

"I can't believe it." People swallowed a mouthful of foam, never blinking, staring at the falling fist.

Rao is Dong Xiaoqing and Dongfang, who have great confidence in Li Yi. At this moment, they are also nervous.

Such a punch.

Pen!

There was a burst in the air. The blow came quickly, but in Li Yi's eyes, he was so slow. He was dressed for hunting, with long hair and a black look. He looked calm and natural, like a lake without a ripple.

Suddenly, he moved. Instead of dodging, he clenched the dead branch in his hand. At the moment when his fist was tens of miles away, the dead branch in his hand bloomed again.

But this time the blooming is no longer a black sword, but a green light, breaking through the sky.

"Again." The East was excited, and his eyes burst into light.

Perhaps, in this whole scene, only she knows what the green sword represents.

It was a terrible sword technique.

In the past years, she has seen Li Yi do it a few times, but each time can make her feel amazing.

More and more red and green.

Not only that, the speed of green light blooming, fast terrible, blink of an eye, a green grass mustard emerged.

The grass mustard is not high, only half a person tall, not thick, green flashing luster, if you add some dense gas around, think it is more like a fairy grass.

Hum!

In the soft grass and mustard, suddenly spread a sound of sword, and then, everyone saw the unforgettable picture of their lives.

Grass mustard straightened up, green light introverted, like a sword.

Then cut down, not very strong momentum, nor very dazzling light, just green grass mustard.

But it pierced the fist of the seventh childe, crushed all the Red Mansions, smashed his attack, and burst out with a whimper. The green light penetrated the body of the seventh childe and broke out from another direction.

He froze suddenly and stopped breathing.

Grass and mustard dissipated, gone with the wind, as if never existed.

PATA!

Blood fell from the seven childe's body, bit by bit, like a red light rain, instantly dyed the crushed stone road red.

What happened?

What kind of sword is that?

He beat the seventh childe.

Who is he?

People suffocate, startled, pupils shrink, and it's hard to believe the picture.

On the street of the town, Wen Yuqing smiles again.

Dong Xiaoqing was silent.

The East exclaimed, like a child who got candy.

On the stone road, Xiangyang's breath was also very short. She remembered a lot of things, such as the advice of her ancestors and the words of Dong Xiaoqing.

At this moment, her heart is a little confused.

What kind of person was that?

He must know that wujizong is using him, but he still went to war.

She was flustered and began to be afraid.

Pen!

The seventh childe fell down like a stone into the earth.

He is just a separate body, can revive the power of blood, is the biggest explosion.Of course, in his opinion, how can a man with a dead branch in his hand defeat him?

But the reality was cruel, and he failed.

Who is that man?

If he knew that Li Yi's power was blocked, would he directly vomit blood?

Li Yisong opened the withered branches. It fell to the ground and began to shatter. It turned into powder and dissipated in the breeze, just like the sword awn just now.

Then, he raised his head and looked at his seven childe, chuckled: "the coffin is still there, just can be used, of course, cover I will not return to you."

Pooh!

Hearing this, seven young master vomited blood again. His eyes were bitter and his heart was crazy. The bastard, he was intentional, absolutely intentional.

At the wedding scene, he came with his coffin.

I never thought that he was defeated in the end, which is too ironic.

What's more hateful is that this guy is so defiant.

Thinking of this, he resisted the injury and yelled: "you are dead, boy, I must tear you to pieces."

Li Yi's eyes were cold: "do you dare to threaten me?"

Seven childe sneered: "threat? You are not qualified. "

Li Yi suddenly flashed and cut out a cold awn on his fingertips.

On the demon bird, there is a strong response, angry and said: "you want to die."

Then, the shriveled hand reached down, vaguely carrying the wave of divine power.

It's terrible. I'm afraid that the person who makes the move may have touched the Tibetan realm.

Li Yi's tone was strong: "don't say a separation, even if the real body comes, I will cut you off."

Pooh!

The cold light of the fingertip was cut into the body of the seventh childe, and the immortal force poured into his body crazily, which constantly disintegrated the life force in his body, and even imprisoned his incomplete spirit.

At this time, the library deep, a vague mark quickly rushed out, like a thick wall of the emperor's strong hand.

It is a brand of infinite, with a touch of magic power.

Seeing this scene, the practitioners were awe inspiring. This is the powerful one of wujizong's shenzang realm.

If the strong man of the imperial dynasty didn't make a move, even if the seventh childe killed Li Yi, he would not do it. Of course, the opposite is true.

But the emperor's strong hand, so relatively, the old man had to.

Of course, if he doesn't, the suzerain is ready.

On the demon bird, the strong eye of the one who made a move was cold and said in a cold voice, "wujizong, do you want to be the enemy of our emperor?"

No one answered.

The seventh childe in Li Yi's hands was completely out of breath. His eyes were wide open. There was no panic, only anger and ferocity.

Bang, he will seven childe's body kick into the coffin, and then turn around.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the strong men above the demon birds all sank down, and their anger burned in their hearts. They would like to kill Li Yi at this moment.