"The old thief is awesome, Old Qin, Mad Lion, Master Feng, Seat Master Zhang, I can't wait any longer, how long can I wait!"
Yao Yue Sanren shouted wildly, "The rest of the people, let's deal with the younger generation of the Jiang family. This generation definitely doesn't have the magic ability to swallow up soldiers' energy. We will form formations and kill them with blood weapons."
Yaoyue is worthy of being the final winner among the seven parties. She is good at battle formations and good at commanding.
The four people he named just now are all the top four Liquid Condensation expert left in the field.
In this compartment, Yao Yue Sanren is well deployed, and everyone is divided into two groups to fight. Condensed Liquid Realm and below will attack the Jiang family, and Condensed Liquid Realm and above will surround Second Master Jiang. The battle is about to start.
Over there, the battle between Xu Yi and Feng Xifeng was also revealed.
Xu Yi was very annoyed and racked his brains to instigate a fierce fight between the two sides. Unexpectedly, Feng Xifeng didn't even care about the main battlefield and came on his own.
After several battles, Xu Yi was no longer afraid of Feng Xifeng with the iron spirit protecting him.
What annoyed him was that he was dragged into the fighting group even though he just had to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers and tigers.
Feng Xifeng is coming very fast, Boundless Sea is the same, Xu Yi has Return to Origin Steps, Feng Xifeng has the realm to crush, and the speed is even better.
Xu Yi was caught up before he could escape fifty feet. Divine Intent Sword spun around for a while, countless silver lights flashed, and Xu Yi added countless terrifying cracks on his body.
"Junior, I didn't want to kill you, but you pushed me too hard!"
Feng Xifeng is independent in the sky, with black hair fluttering, and Divine Intent Sword is a masterpiece of brilliance in the palm of his hand, vowing to burn half of the sky.
Xu Yi sneered, "The King of Swords, the King of Sweet Swords, Old Feng, I just said this casually, but I didn't expect it to be so in line with your temperament. At this time, you and I are about to live and die, and you are still so hypocritical!"
As he spoke, qi circles emerged from his palms one after another.
"Split between life and death? Even you deserve it!"
King Feng Jian roared loudly, Divine Intent Sword turned around, and another streak of rotten silver flashed past, Xu Yi's energy gathered, and was cut into pieces by King Feng Jian. In the blink of an eye, countless horrific cracks were added to the already cracked body.
"It's just a broken sword. If you abandon the sword and don't use it, how can you compete with me."
Xu Yi couldn't eat grapes at first, saying that they were extremely sour.
Secretly, he admired Feng Xifeng and Divine Intent Sword to the extreme.
To this day, he is considered to have been on the battlefield for a long time, but he has never encountered such a terrifying existence as Divine Intent Sword.
Now he has practiced to the peak of Qi Sea, and the use of Hidden Edge Style has become more powerful. Then he hits Qi Dragon, which is extremely rich and powerful. He is confident that even Second Master Jiang will never dare to hit it hard.
But such a terrifying move is completely useless in front of Feng Xifeng.
That extremely evil Divine Intent Sword, no matter how fierce your Qi Dragon is, everything will disappear with a flash of silver light.
The murderous intention is so strong, the sword strikes so fast, and when the sword comes, there is no way to resist it. If it were not for the iron spirit, Xu would have been killed by the sword long ago.
Facing this kind of opponent, Xu Yi can only exhaust himself until he is exhausted, and then maybe he can take advantage of the opportunity.
Both Boundless Sea and Xu Yi have absolute confidence in the strength of their souls.
"But relying on a strange talisman, I want to see how long this broken talisman can last!"
Feng Xifeng sneered and concentrated on moving the sword. For a moment, Sword Qi filled the sky, almost burning half of the sky.
Resistance was useless, Xu Yi simply gave up his efforts, running Undefeated Golden Body as hard as he could, and at the same time, he also tried to capture this extremely fierce sword intent.
Ten swords, a hundred swords, a thousand swords...
Divine Intent Sword is like a red elf, spinning constantly, pieces of rotten silver, almost tearing the entire sky apart.
Among the rotten silver, Xu Yi is like a glass man that can be constantly united, broken bit by bit, and then bonded bit by bit after a top-quality elixir.
Then, break again and unite again.
The intensive tearing brought great pain to Xu Yi. However, the physical pain was completely overshadowed by Xu Yi's spiritual joy.
Xu Yi can clearly feel that the separation of Divine Intent Sword has brought great benefits to his body. Along with this endless separation, Undefeated Golden Body seems to be evolving.
He could even feel that his body was getting harder and harder to tear apart, and its recovery speed was getting faster and faster. Even the gray sun in the depths of the Qi Sea Realm was a little brighter.
In addition to the physical transformation, what excites Xu Yi even more is that the trace of sword intent he has been trying to capture from the beginning finally has a familiar flavor.
It turns out that according to Xu Yi's initial plan, he would wait until Feng Xifeng was completely tired before he could counterattack.
However, as the iron essence in his hand became hotter and hotter, his heart gradually became hotter, and a bold and strange idea jumped out of the depths of his mind inexplicably.
At this point, he began to consciously capture the trajectory of Feng Xifeng sword moves.
Xu Yi was completely confused by this capture. His perception was as exquisite as his, but he couldn't grasp the slightest clue.
He couldn't even feel the force of this sword move. He really didn't know where it came from. Such a strange move was almost beyond his imagination.
After all, Xu Yi had two lifetimes of experience. His thoughts suddenly changed. the Unseen had a hint of realization: Feng Xifeng's fleeting sword moves were very similar to the legendary state of victory without moves but with moves.
If he really cultivates to this level, what he wants to understand is not the sword moves, but the sword's intention.
When the thought came to this, he secretly cursed himself for being stupid: God's will, God's will, and all mysteries are not limited to this god-like sword intention.
Aiming in the direction, Xu Yi began to comprehend with his heart, adding ten swords to his body, hundreds of swords to his body, thousands of swords to his body, using his body as a furnace and his heart as a touch, letting the violent rain of swords temper him for thousands of times, he only used his heart to capture a trace of its meaning.
Gradually, Xu Yi finally captured that indescribable, sharp meaning.
It is a kind of sharp meaning that my heart is only about the sword, and the sword's heart is only about me. Once the sword is drawn, it will cut off everything.
"This is the real top martial arts!"
Inexplicably, Xu Yi felt a strong sense of admiration.
Old Ancestor Wen was tired. Initially, he had a strong urge to watch a wonderful drama.
However, the two martial arts students on the stage kept walking around the pillars, one, two, ten, a hundred and countless times, until he fell asleep.
Old Ancestor Wen The theatergoers are all tired, and the opera singer King Feng Jian on stage is even more tired.
Xu Yi guessed it right. His unparalleled swordsmanship was all based on the sharp intention to cut through everything. He melted his own intention into the sword intention, and that was how Sword King Feng Xifeng became famous in Dai Viet.
Just as human strength is sometimes limited, so is human will.
He simply suspected that Daoyan had packed Wuji Temple into the diamond amulet at the bottom of the box and delivered this Scar-faced brat.
Otherwise, he could force Soul Sensing Ancestor to retreat, and Divine Intent Sword, who is invincible below Condensed Liquid Realm, how could he still not be able to defeat Scar-faced brat, who had no power to fight back after thousands of sword attacks.
After thousands of sword strikes, his soul, which had been trained to be extremely tough, gradually became empty.
The Scar-faced brat on the opposite side is still the same as before, breaking it, taking medicine, breaking it again, and taking medicine again. He really doesn't know how many top-grade elixirs are stored in this Scar-faced brat's Sumeru Ring.
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