The cold night is bone-chillingly cold.
Qingping Daze.
The three-headed evil dragon reappears, extremely powerful.
In the thick fog, Li Ziye, who was exhausted, looked at the evil dragon in front of him, his expression darkened.
This is really the worst result.
"Roar!"
Three evil dragons, all three heads roared in unison, the sound was earth-shattering.
"call."
Li Ziye steadied his body, as always, and said sweetly, "Your uncle!"
After greetings, Li Ziye stepped forward, jumped over, and rushed forward with his sword.
The three evil dragons opened their huge mouths, the dragon's breath stirred, and they spurted out one after another.
"Flying Immortal Technique."
Li Ziye's figure flashed past, his body split into two parts, one on the left and one on the right, and he rushed towards the evil dragon.
The dragon's breath swallowed the sky and destroyed the earth, and an afterimage collapsed.
The second dragon's breath came close to him, and between the virtual and the real, the moves changed, and a figure separated from the illusory afterimage.
At this moment, the third dragon breath has arrived.
Three evil dragons with three mouths of dragon's breath, ruthless to their death.
Li Ziye avoided the first two dragon breaths, but he couldn't avoid the third one.
The remaining true energy in his body could no longer tolerate Li Ziye's resistance to the dragon's breath. At the critical moment, his heart trembled, his sword condensed a little, and he risked his life in a fight.
In the past, my brother taught me martial arts. The essence of swordsmanship is speed, accuracy and concentration.
Li Ziye's sword was fast enough and accurate, but it was far from enough to focus on two words.
Today, before life and death are in danger, the only option is to risk everything.
The true energy is condensed, the tip of the sword is pointed, and the point is used to break the face, and the face is used to break the dragon's breath.
"boom!"
Chunjun broke through the dragon's breath, only to see a splash of blood. He fought back with all his strength, and the corners of Li Ziye's mouth immediately turned red.
Amidst the muffled groans, afterimages passed by, the blood flow continued, and the sword power continued even more.
In the blink of an eye, Li Ziye's figure flew in front of the evil dragon, slashed it with his sword, and cut off the dragon's head.
The evil energy was shaking, and Li Ziye, who was exhausted of energy and air, was immediately knocked out.
"Roar!"
The evil dragon roared in pain, and one of the three heads that had finally been gathered together was chopped off again.
Ten feet away, Li Ziye stumbled to the ground, vomiting out a mouthful of blood. He endured the injury and stretched out a thumb towards the Yaqi God of Disaster in front of him, then turned it over and slapped it downwards.
Hot chicken!
"Roar!"
The two-headed evil dragon seemed to understand the former's gesture, and became more and more angry, roaring to the sky.
"It doesn't matter if you grow three heads. You grow them once, and I will chop them off once!"
Li Ziye stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and said mockingly, "I don't believe you can keep growing and come again!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Ziye stepped forward and rushed forward again.
At the same time, the two-headed evil dragon showed no signs of weakness and faced him head-on.
The war started again, and this time, the outcome was even more unpredictable.
Between life and death, Li Ziye's combat power increased rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even though he was still far from as stunning as his brother, he was beginning to show his edge.
A sword will be useless if it is not sharpened, and a skill will not be perfected if it is not fought.
Only when you are on the verge of life and death can you truly grow.
"The battle inside has become even more intense!"
At this moment, outside Qingping Daze, Bai Wangyu and Hua Feng looked at each other with shock in their eyes.
Just now, they clearly felt that the battle inside was coming to an end.
After fighting for a whole day, even they should be almost exhausted.
"It seems that Brother Li has grown up again!"
Bai Wangyu came back to his senses and said softly.
"Perhaps we all misjudged him. The young master might also be a genius."
Hua Feng also came back to his senses and couldn't help but admired.
Being able to persist for such a long time in such a fierce battle may not be possible for them.
If it is not the fifth realm, the true energy will eventually have its limit. Under such intense consumption, it will be difficult to sustain it for too long.
"Brother Li, you are a genius."
Bai Wangyu smiled and said, "It's just that it's not too obvious."
"Ah."
Hua Fengdu chuckled and said, "Young Master, you will definitely not like to hear this."
The two of them were talking.
In Qingping Daze, the battle between Li Ziye and the two-headed dragon became increasingly fierce.
By this point in the battle, Li Ziye's physical strength had long been exhausted. The reason why he could still persist was only because of his unwillingness to admit defeat and his desire to live!
He is the son of destiny, and he has so many divine objects attached to him, how can he lose to a long worm!
From now on, if Master Xianzi and his second brother ask about him, he cannot afford to disgrace this person!
"Flying Immortal Technique!"
The sword was sharp and dazzling. Li Ziye stepped into the sky. The ancient sword reflected the moon, and the sword illuminated the universe.
"It's cold at midnight!"
The sword condensed with frost, and shadows passed by in the void, suddenly arriving in front of the two-headed evil dragon.
"Roar!"
The evil dragon breathed out, and the two phantoms disappeared. I was shocked to see that the afterimages gathered together, and the young man's figure appeared. He cut through the air with a sword and powerfully chopped off the evil dragon's second head.
Evil energy surged throughout the sky, the evil dragon roared in pain, and out of three heads, only one remained.
Under the severe pain, the evil dragon opened its mouth, gathered its breath, and fought back forcefully.
Li Ziye, whose sword power was exhausted, reluctantly mobilized the true energy in his body to block the dragon's breath with secret Buddhist techniques.
In an instant, the dragon's breath came close to him, and the mirror broke in response. The corners of Li Ziye's mouth turned red, and he was knocked away.
Ten feet away.
Li Ziye landed on the ground, half of his body dyed red, and bits of golden light that protected his body dissipated.
In the void, the evil dragon roared angrily. Because it was too badly injured, it was obviously much weaker after just one breath of the dragon.
"Can't your head grow back? Come again!"
Li Ziye staggered to his feet, covered his mouth and coughed out a mouthful of blood. He endured the severe injuries in his body, stared at the evil dragon in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice.
In the thick fog, the evil dragon roared, its body flickered, and it was also extremely weak.
"If it doesn't grow, then go die!"
After saying that, Li Ziye clenched the blood-stained sword and rushed forward again, dragging his severely injured body.
In the Qingping Daze, Li Ziye was killing the gods with all his strength.
North Sea coast.
The blood filled the sky reflected the moon, and the great cultivators of the Five Realms used blood as a sacrifice to briefly summon the soul of the God of Disaster.
"Humanity."
In the void, the Baqi God of Disaster appeared. His huge body covered the sky and the moon, and his eight huge heads shook. His evil power shook the heavens and the earth.
ahead.
Li Qingzhi stood quietly, his eyes cold and without a trace of ripples.
Is this the true form of the God of Disaster?
"bring it on."
Li Qingzhi clenched the sword in his hand and said coldly, "Let me see how different the God of Disaster is in Yingzhou."
"Ignorant junior!"
The Yamata God of Disaster looked up to the sky and roared, charging forward.
Eight heads, breathing dragon breath, the terrifying power of the dragon swallowed up the sky and destroyed the earth, destroying everything in its path.
Li Qingzhi's eyes narrowed slightly, his figure passed by, he cut off the dragon's breath with a sword, and rushed forward.
The God of Disaster in Yingzhou, the unparalleled genius of the Central Plains, officially started the war.
A sword reflected the moon, Wushuang's sword passed by, and a dragon's head was cut off directly.
"Roar!"
The Yaqi God of Disaster roared angrily, and the remaining seven heads opened their mouths and breathed out, and fought back forcefully.
"Noisy!"
Li Qingzhi's expression turned cold, and he passed by in an instant, Wushuang broke the dragon's breath, and then cut the air with his sword, cutting off another dragon head.
The extremely powerful genius of the Li family showed amazing fighting prowess. Even when facing the God of Disaster in Yingzhou, he was not at any disadvantage.
The Yamata God of Disaster was furious, and with a roar, the two severed heads regenerated. The super-fast regeneration ability was shocking.
"Immortal?"
When Li Qingzhi saw this, a flash of light flashed in his eyes. The insect's body was actually more difficult to deal with than the old man just now.
But, so what!
