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Although the sky was dim, the heat was more intense. He came down from the sky and floated over the ancient city.

In the noodle shop, Li Yi stares at him and says nothing.

The atmosphere became more and more frozen.

Sanwei suddenly burst into laughter and said, "black swordsman."

As the first generation of life, from the ancient times to the present existence, he has witnessed too many self righteous strong people, once they were so amazing, but in the end, is not it falling?

It is unimaginable that the power of life is new.

Similarly, he does not think that this generation of black swordsmen can change anything.

Li Yi is still silent.

He added: "your life will soon come to an end. In fact, I don't have to do it, but that road needs your blood."

The cultivation of black swordsmen, for them, is also part of the plan.

Li Yi got up, walked out of the noodle shop and stood upright on the deserted street, just like the capital city of the Shang state more than 900 years ago. The difference is that he is no longer the young man he was.

Yes, he has grown up, almost to great success, only one step short.

Now, he has to face a powerful God, no fear, no tension in his heart, more indifference.

Because he firmly believes that he can do it, and also believes in the strength of Lin Yifan.

So

Words can't express what he wants to do. It's better to be silent.

At the moment of opening his eyes, the sound of the Tu Xing in his body began to buzz. It was not a hint of catastrophe in the nine sounds, but that the Tu Xing wanted to recover and return to its peak period again.

It felt the willpower of Li Yi and the fluctuation of the breath of gods.

It has been in that era, the struggle, and finally fragmented.

The Tu Xing rushed out and was suspended around Li Yi. The Black Mist gushed and shrouded in mystery.

Sanwei smiles again, full of banter: "I have three flames."

Pen!

He grabs the suspended Tu Xing, turns his wrist, and cuts it out without hesitation. It's the nine Sky Sword technique. It's just like the sword before, which covers all the black pieces. It's like a sword cut from the depths of hell.

Powerful, attractive.

But such an attack is too weak for a God.

He sneered: "compared with the previous generation of that person, you are too weak." I don't know how long it was. The black swordsmen of that generation broke into the world and waved their swords at them.

He has become, comparable to the emperor, but even so, still weak.

The present generation, however, has not achieved great success. It is just standing in the great holy land. As gods, they are naturally not comparable to ordinary great emperors.

With a wave of his hand, the strong wind made it easy to block Li Yi's sword.

Boom

Another sword, cut into here from another direction, is still blocked by the gods, his smile is full of banter and disdain.

Click!

The flaming flame turned into a thick arm, which was held down by the invisible force. His whole body could not move.

But soon, that kind of imprisonment was broken by him, a few flashes, then far away from the God's killing range.

Fingertips wriggle, the technique blooms, no, it's magic power, all things are dead.

The strong power of destruction submerged, but still blocked by the gods, and then, the light of the sun

His Taoism, his power, more and more majestic, filled the sky, there is a more and more brave trend.

Sanwei joked: "you are too weak."

The crowd was silent.

Li Yi steadied herself and took a deep breath. There was a big world evolving in the pupil of his eyes. Suddenly, he took a step towards Sanwei God. The void he trampled on was directly broken, and a long void crack appeared.

Then, another step, the second crack blooms like a flower bud, and there are terrible waves flowing out.

"What is this?"

"A footwork." A strong man in the Holy Land saw the clue and was shocked.

Footwork, such practice, was almost invisible in the present age, and had been annihilated many times ago.

But now, the black swordsman steps to kill the gods.

You know, just now he used his magic power repeatedly, but he couldn't touch the gods. Now he directly applied his footwork, which is enough to show that the position of this footwork in Li Yi's heart is far above the magic power!

People who know it are also shocking.

The seven steps of the green emperor's Dragon.

Soon, he stepped out of the third step, the whole world suddenly sank down, the heavy breath of fluctuations on the battlefield.

Click!

After the fourth step, he had reached the high altitude where the gods were. The distance between them was only a few hundred meters, which was quite close.Being able to get close to the gods is also a part of strength.

Boom

The fifth step came out, the whole sky was boiling, endless darkness poured in here, killing like a tsunami swept down, Li Yi's eyes, that side of the world also turned from full of vitality to extinction.

That's the fifth step.

Only step five.

That terrible killing.

This is the first time that Li Yi put it into practice. In the past, he used it to travel.

The technique of Qing emperor is too powerful.

The killing suppressed the burning flame, and the gods began to feel the pressure. There was a little surprise in the eyes of those monsters, and there was disbelief.

The God seemed to think of something, and then opened his mouth: "the art of the Qing emperor?"

Pen!

Step six, the world is no longer bright, as if the advent of hell, endless killing permeated the whole person, even the flame on his body.

This is a terrible situation.

Of course, Li Yi, who stepped out of the sixth step, was almost dry, but faced with a deity, he did not dare to be careless.

Sanwei sneered: "you are much different from the Qing emperor."

At that time, the Qing emperor took the seventh step, but still did not shake them. Now Li Yicai takes the sixth step.

After the laughter, he murmured, and the bright flame was replaced by black.

It was the fire of nothingness, cold, deep, terrible, as if it could penetrate the spirit of man.

When this kind of flame spread out, Li Yi's killing directly solidified. He suffered a terrible reaction, coughing up blood, and his face was pale.

That kind of Taoism is too overbearing. Once it works, it looks like invincible, and there is nothing to bear.

He went back a few steps and scattered the way of the Qing emperor.

But at this time, Sanwei killed him directly. His face was cold and incomparable. His eyes were as deep as ever. He never saw the bottom. The fire of nothingness was blazing out. His will power of immortality and invincibility was very strong.

Pooh!

He was penetrated by the fire, and the strong body could not bear it. All the defenses were fragmented at this moment. His heart was shocked