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"Brain is a good thing, but it's a pity you don't have one!"
Xiao Yi looked at the black and white Shuangsha with a sneer.
?With the strength of the two of them, if Xiao Yi were to fight together, even if Xiao Yi could defeat them, he would still have to pay some price.
but¡¡
Yan Luo, the black-clothed woman, chose to use sonic martial arts.
Trying to suppress Xiao Yi with the most shocking means, so as to demonstrate the majesty of the Wushuang Zhan Palace.
But what she never expected was that Xiao Yi also possessed sonic martial arts, and it was the "Six-Character Proverbs of Buddhism and Taoism" that was stronger than her "Phantom Demon Tianyin", which made her Phantom Demon Tianyin useless.
What's more, he suffered a terrible backlash and became a deaf-mute person.
It is not yet known whether he will be able to recover!
At this moment.
Xiao Yi would not look down on a funeral envoy in white clothes alone.
The white-clothed funeral made his face green and pale, and his anger burned like a raging flame, which made the surrounding temperature suddenly increase a lot. Seeing Xiao Yi's eyes turned cold, he gritted his teeth and said, "Xiao Yi, today I will kill you!"
Buzz!
The feather fan in his hand drew again.
The speed of the mourner who came by the wind was even more astonishing. Under the background of the strong wind, his figure was continuously scattered and turned into five figures.
? swooped in from five different directions.
Menacing, murderous.
Facing the ferocious funeral envoy, Xiao Yimiao remained expressionless, pointing forward with one hand in the air.
? Use your hands as your sword.
Buzz!
A burst of cyan sword energy burst out, just like the pen falling in "Qinglian Sword Song", the sword fell like a peerless madman writing a chapter of the world.
Eloquent and eloquent, the pen goes between dragons and snakes.
The sword qi roared towards him.
Boom!
The void shook violently, and the sky and the earth were in turmoil.
This sword shattered the clouds above the sky, and with a loud bang, it covered his body in a fan shape.
Let the gust of wind under the mourner's feet explode at the same time.
The body of the funeral envoy paused and lost the strong wind, causing his five figures to dissipate at the same time. The corner of Xiao Yi's mouth twitched slightly, and he called "Sword Come" softly.
Then there was a crisp sound of clang.
A sharp black sword suddenly appeared in his palm.
With Xiao Yi's cultivation at the eighth level of Dao Tribulation Realm, plus the Holy Body of Wind and Thunder, the fourth level of Sword Intent, and the blessing of the power of conferred gods. Even a strong man at the eighth level of Faxiang Realm still has the confidence to fight.
Facing the mourner in white alone, he didn't feel any pressure.
"Qinglian reincarnated!"
The black long sword in Xiao Yi's hand surged with sword energy all over his body, and the sharp sword light was like an agile elf, dancing gracefully in the air, turning into a gorgeous blue sword lotus.
The sword lotus is constantly growing and turning slowly.
split into two.
Two into four
There are more and more sword lotuses, making it feel like you are in a lotus pond, and the dozens of blue sword lotuses are the funeral envoys wrapped in white.
"My lord, funeral envoy, be careful" Sun Yao's expression changed suddenly.
He fought Xiao Yi himself.
Very clear about Xiao Yi's strength!
Seeing the funeral envoy surrounded by sword lotuses, he suddenly felt worried.
However, the funeral envoy in white sneered, with a proud face on his face: "You want to hurt my life with such a small skill? Xiao Yi, you think too highly of yourself Open it for me!"
Strips of white light suddenly appeared around the funeral envoy.
These white light spots are like the stars on the sky, but the number is increasing, gradually surrounding him.
Under the shroud of these white lights.
On the left and right of the funeral envoy, two figures exactly like him appeared.
Every move of the three "funeral envoys" was exactly the same.
It was as if there were really three mourners.
"Dean Xiao, be careful, this is the special skill of the white-clothed funeral envoy, the reincarnated puppet." Ning Luo's face changed suddenly, and he shouted.
Nalan Qianqiu also had a solemn expression on his face: "The reincarnated puppet can switch his body and puppet in an instant. If he can't attack the deity, even if he destroys the puppet, he can immediately take out a new puppet. Dean Xiao said trouble??¡¡±
By his side.
A bright smile appeared on Nangong Shengji's face. He was previously blocked by Nalan Qianqiu and lost the best chance to snipe Xiao Yi. It's hard for you and me to tell which one is his true self. Xiao Yi's fighting power is indeed against the sky, but his cultivation is too weak after all. Nalan Qianqiu, it seems that you are doomed this time!"
"you¡¡"
Nalan Qianqiu's face darkened, he moved his body quietly, and was about to make a move.
Snapped!
A burst of cold light came.
This is a bit of vitality, which suddenly fell in front of Nalan Qianqiu's feet, the ground exploded with a bang, and the icy cold wind blew wildly.
The corners of Nangong Shengji's mouth rose slightly, with a playful sneer: "With me here, you can't even try to save him!"
"Nangong Shengji, do you know what you are doing? Xiao Yi is the dean of Xiaoshanhe Academy" Nalan Qianqiu said angrily.
Nangong Shengji shrugged his shoulders, sneered and said: "So what? I didn't kill him, but the funeral envoy under King Zhan killed him. If His Majesty wants to punish him, he has to find King Zhan"
Nalan Qianqiu's face froze.
With the power of King Zhan, would he be afraid that Emperor Qian would find him?
Seeing Nalan Qianqiu's ugly face, Nangong Shengji felt refreshed for a while.
Over the past few days
He was overwhelmed by Xiao Yi and Zhenbao Pavilion.
Seeing that Xiao Yi was about to be beheaded.
Nalan Qianqiu had no choice but to watch Xiao Yi being killed. He suddenly felt a bad breath and felt extremely refreshed. A pair of sinister eyes fell on Xiao Yi: "Xiao Yi, this is what will happen to you when you fight against my Nangong family!"
All this seems to be slow, but in fact it is only a moment.
The black long sword in Xiao Yi's hand pierced through one of the funeral envoys with a swish, but under a puff of white smoke, it was just a puppet. The reassuring voice of the funeral envoy came again: "Hahaha, you can't crack my reincarnation puppet!"
Swish!
Swish!
In the ear-piercing sound of piercing the air.
Three "funeral envoys" shot at the same time, each holding a gleaming weapon in his hand, and came straight to Xiao Yi's vital point.
? These three funeral envoys cooperated very tacitly.
It is even more difficult to tell the truth from the fake!
Facing false and real attacks, Xiao Yi retreated steadily.
In the void.
? Xiao Yi and the funeral envoy were like the wind, scattered, collided, and confronted each other
The battle between the two became more and more intense.
Clang!
In a burst of shocking fire.
The long black sword in Xiao Yi's hand fell from the sky and slashed down, but the two 'funeral envoys' on the left and right raised their blades to block Xiao Yi's sword at the same time.
at the same time.
The funeral envoy in the center suddenly showed a gloomy smile, and a cold light flew out of his hand, heading straight for Xiao Yi's dantian: "Xiao Yi, go die!" (Remember this site's website: www .hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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