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The breath of emperor soldiers fluctuated.

How can I do it?

Wucheng was angry in his heart, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

Meng Xiaoqi said again: "don't worry, I won't use it."

Hearing this, Wucheng snorted coldly and killed him immediately. He was very powerful. His strength stood at the top of shencang state. He was only one step away from entering the ranks of emperor's ways.

However, even if there is no emperor's dream Xiaoqi, the combat effectiveness of the outbreak is far from comparable.

Boom!

Meng Xiaoqi's fist fell down with great momentum. Under this blow, the attack of Wucheng was fragmented. The amazing fist meaning directly penetrated his body and spirit.

Pooh!

Wucheng flies out with blood flowing.

Meng Xiaoqi's body flashed and chased down. She said indifferently: "weapons, skills and martial arts don't mean everything. The human body is the treasure of practitioners. So, you lose."

As early as many years ago, he and Li Yi began to sharpen the body.

Now, in the middle, once the human body recovers, there is no power to resist the ancient killing.

Wucheng is defeated, direct and simple.

The disciples of the holy palace behind him were suffocating and embarrassed.

Meng Xiaoqi came back here again, hunting in her clothes and sweeping over a group of disciples of the holy palace. In her indifferent words, she revealed a great momentum of arrogance over the world. He said, "you can go on, but your luck won't be the same as him."

He did not kill Wucheng, but the treatment of the second and the third may be different.

The disciples of the holy palace were furious one by one, and another man came out. He was still the peak of shencang state. He sneered: "arrogant." After the words fell, he directly took the hand, and the vision emerged. The human body treasure in his body was opened at this moment, and his divine power gushed and flooded the battlefield ahead.

There is no doubt that he is also a very powerful one.

However, there is no ancient god in the human body treasure, so the power cannot increase.

Pen!

Meng Xiaoqi stretched out her five fingers and pressed it down like a mountain. Her amazing strength squeezed the sky. With a click, the opponent's attack was crushed. The force was killed along with his attack and directly penetrated the body.

The man screamed, and the spirit wanted to leave the body. However, he slapped him again, and his spirit was immediately extinguished.

The scene suddenly quieted down.

Who did not expect, looks like so young dream small Qi, actually can burst out such combat effectiveness.

It's terrible.

In his body treasure, he should have awakened the ancient gods. Otherwise, his power would not have increased to this extent.

No one spoke. Just now the angry disciples of the holy palace were silent.

Of course, among them, there are also powerful emperor, but they are a little older. If they go to war, they may end up in the name of deceiving the small by the big.

Qi, for a long time, no one said a word

Just like the battle of Qingyang at the foot of Laoshen mountain, only one person blocked a group of people in the holy palace. This is a breathtaking picture.

Wen Yuqing spoke again: "you go!"

Hum!

The Tu Xing vibrated and made a strong sound of sword.

He said coldly: "defeat me, I immediately leave, otherwise, this holy palace is doomed to be destroyed."

No one knows where his self-confidence comes from. People will only think that he is too arrogant and exaggerating.

Wen Yuqing sighed: "why should we do this?"

Li Yi seemed to be angry and his voice became higher in vain: "as long as you defeat me, I will leave immediately. Otherwise, the holy palace will be destroyed and the heaven can't stop it." His eyes gradually cold up, all the sadness in this moment dissipated, as if that despair has passed 10000 years, has become a wisp of dust in his heart.

No one knows why he has to fight with the goddess, and nobody knows why the goddess refuses to fight?

From the perspective of the holy palace, the goddess has stepped into the ranks of the supreme Taoism, while Li Yi is just a strong one in the realm of divine possession. There is a big difference between the two.

Wen Yuqing kept silent and looked at him quietly. The memory belonging to qinger told him that the stubbornness and stubbornness of the man in front of him was not stupid. He often had a second hand, or he would do it if he thought it was feasible.

So, what is Li Yi's backhand? Or, he has no backhand at all, just want to test whether Wen Yuqing will kill him?

Think of here, the light in the corner of her eye subconsciously looked at Mo Zi.

The latter said, "you can try it."

Destiny or destiny?

Wen Yuqing thought a lot. In her vague memory, as the last God's residence in the temple of the setting sun, she once fought with the black swordsmen of that generation, and it was still a break.But she lost the war.

Shengqi didn't kill her, but she set the overall situation. The rest of the Shendi and Shengqi died together. She turned around and left the battlefield. At the last moment when the temple of Canyang was smashed, she resolutely stepped into reincarnation.

I'm waiting for you in the crowd, but are you still you?

The road of reincarnation is not good, I still come.

7、 I'm sorry.

If there is a choice, I would rather be killed by you.

The memory is too vague, what she thinks of is just some fragments, but the fragments like that are too sad, right?

Silence for a long time, she took a deep breath, as if made a huge decision, she said: "you lose, then leave here, if I lose?"

Li Yi looked at her and said, "if you lose, the holy palace will be destroyed."

Wen Yuqing shook his head: "but you can't do it."

Li Yi was silent, and the Tu Xing in her hand was slowly lowered.

Wen Yuqing said again, "you shouldn't force me."

Li Yi smiles, a bit sad. He still doesn't speak, just moves forward step by step. At this moment, the battle spirit in his body breaks out, and the sea of Qi boils. There is a faint sound of dragon chanting echoing from the dragon shaped pulse.

At this moment, he was like a devil.

At this moment, it seemed that he was no longer himself.

Whoa!

He put on his cloak and put on his "ink". The cloak fluttered in the wind, giving people an indescribable sense of vicissitudes.

Wen Yuqing was shocked, and her vague memory came again. She thought of more. She seemed to see a similar person and a similar picture. However, these memories soon disappeared.

Looking at the figure of Li Yi coming, she also walked past.

Around here, the strong people, one by one, regressed.

Mo Zi sighed: "fate, or fate?"

The old yellow cow growled and wagged its tail. He also followed Mo Zi backward.

Fang Xuexue showed sadness: "why do you want to do this?" She is a student of Red Star College, an old friend who witnessed the growth of Li Yi, and also witnessed the reunion and separation between him and Wen Yuqing.

But no one thought that, at the end of the day, such a situation would happen.