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No one knows where the confidence of the black swordsman comes from, just because he is a black swordsman?

Meng Xiaoqi and Qingyang look at each other, all retrogression at this moment.

In an instant, the Dao Dharma between heaven and earth disappeared, together with the power of reincarnation, and the dim sky became clear again.

Li Yi's clothes and clothes are hunting, and his hair is light. The whole person becomes calm. His eyes are dark, and he reveals a kind of divinity. Then, with a big wave of his hand, there is a sudden earthquake and a loud sound reverberates in the vast sky, which is deafening, covering almost half of the land of central China.

The ancient, vicissitudes of breath wave, from the depths of the sky rolled out, collapsed the sky and the earth.

Is that?

People look startled.

The monkey laughed: "the good play begins, these stupid guys, do you really think that the black swordsman has no cards?"

The God of Tianshu is also dignified: "in his present state, he can play at most twice."

Macaque grinned: "enough, kill these birds once, kill the holy palace once, just twice."

Hearing the words, the Lord will not speak.

At this moment, the two men also regressed.

In the sky, a touch of dark luster flickers out, the ancient breath extends to every corner of the earth, at this moment, all people feel that kind of vicissitudes, as if there is a God's residence in the recovery.

Li Yi stepped on the sky and took a deep breath. Several wisps of determination crossed his calm eyes. He swept Shi Tian and said, "who is the devil for thousands of years of crimes?"

"Who do you think is the devil?"

"Some people say that the holy palace is the inheritor of the world. I don't believe it."

"The palace says I am a demon, I recognize it."

"I have no choice in such troubled times."

"I said, I must sink the palace."

"Well, sink!" With the fall of his last words, the big hand began to show up, the emperor's air pressure in the sky over the land of Zhongzhou, everyone felt, the heart incomparable suffocation.

They began to tremble, their spirits trembled, and the whole man seemed to kneel down.

That's the emperor.

Oh, my God!

Is there any emperor alive?

Mo Zi was in a daze and his pupils shrank: "Dacheng black swordsman."

The old yellow cow's eyes gaped and its tail no longer swayed. At this moment, it had an impulse to escape from here.

Yu Mengting, Fang Xuexue and others were also shocked.

Li Yi quickly revived the black swordsman's blood power. He opened his mouth and roared. His body became tall and his big hands lingered. He grabbed the wrist of the big black swordsman and roared down: "I am a black swordsman."

Boom!

The thick arms, lingering with the breath of the emperor and flowing with bright red blood, all fell down at this moment, covering hundreds of miles, covering the whole battlefield and imprisoning everything between heaven and earth.

Shi Tian is stunned.

So did TISS.

Yan and Dong qianya are even more incredible looking at this scene.

The whole sky only left that big hand, and Li Yi's angry voice. The killing began, and there was nothing to resist.

Click!

Boom!

The first one who was sunk was taishangdao, a member of the undead family, followed by Shi Tian. Up to now, he has not recovered. He can't send out the scream, and death comes at once.

It's too fast.

Why is this?

No way.

In this declining world, there is a great emperor.

No, no, No

I am the little master of the undead, the future inheritor and the leader on the invincible road. How can I fall here?

Damn it, I can't use my power.

Ah!

The blood was crushed.

After a short breath or two, he thought a lot, trying to struggle, yelling and screaming.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do it at all.

When death comes, his wings are broken, his body begins to twist, and the spirit dies at this moment.

Pooh!

In the vast and terrible killing, there is only one sound like this, which is the last sound before the fall of Shitian. Unfortunately, no one can hear it.

The rest of the strong, also died miserably.

A roar, such as the sound of thunder again ups and downs, thick arms hit the ruins, tens of thousands of miles of cracks are spreading, smoke and dust rolling thousands of feet high.

Are you dead?

Is it over?

Is that big hand the emperor's arm?

My God, the black swordsman is going crazy.

No one is not suffocating, especially those in the holy palace. At this moment, they are trembling and sweating.

After finishing all this, Li Yi raised her head and looked at the city with deep eyes.What is he doing?

Those who live in the city of God hold their breath one by one, and the whole body is tensed down.

Li Yi said nothing and began to move forward with her thick arm.

The faces of the powerful in the palace changed greatly.

Mo Zi's heart leaped, and he couldn't help swearing: "Damn, how can I get the arm of the black swordsman?"

As time goes by, Li Yi's speed is a little slow, because his arm is too heavy. But this kind of forward, for people, is simply a kind of suffering, especially for the people in the holy palace.

At this time, Yan came over and sighed: "brother Li, there are too many innocent people in the God city."

Li Yiwang to him, still speechless.

Crash, Dong qianya also galloped over, slow voice said: "you want to kill millions of lives?"

In everyone's opinion, what Li Yi wants to sink is not only the holy palace, but also the holy city which has stood for ages. There are too many lives in the holy city, and they are innocent.

If Li Yi really sank the city, what's the difference between Li Yi and the devil in hell?

Li Yi side of the cheek, expressionless, dark eyes, dark some unfathomable meaning, but also can not see a trace of emotional fluctuations, he said to Dong qianya: "I walk from here to the city, at least five hours, in these five hours, if they have not left the city, it is their life is not good."

In any case, he must sink the city and the palace.

And these five hours are for those innocent people to flee for their lives. As for the powerful in the holy palace, will they escape? He didn't care. What he had to do was to smash all the details of the holy palace, and let them begin to decline and die.

Swallows suffocate.

Dong qianya's sight coagulates and sighs: "why?"

Five hours, some people can escape, but certainly 70% of the people can not escape from the city.

Li Yi said: "there are also Fuzhen guardians in the city." These five hours are not only for those people to escape, but also for the holy palace to do more preparation, because he is firm in himself.

No matter what kind of preparation the holy palace has, it is impossible to change the fate of its downfall today.

They were silent.

Li Yi drags that thick arm, leaves step by step, and finally disappears here.