The cold moon shines brightly.
North Sea coast.
The genius of the Li family and the God of Disaster in Yingzhou were facing each other head-on. The battle was fierce and the whole situation was in a fever pitch.
Each head of the eight-headed evil dragon has an independent consciousness and extraordinary regeneration ability. Even if it is cut off, it can be reborn quickly.
"Roar!"
Under the night, the roar shook the heaven and the earth. The Yamata God of Disaster showed amazing power, and the majestic and endless evil energy filled the air, almost covering the entire world.
"immortal."
A cold look flashed in Li Qingzhi's eyes, and he flipped his left hand over. His true energy was completely sublimated, and he used Qi control techniques to manifest wind and thunder.
In an instant, thunder exploded in the night sky, continuously penetrating into the Wushuang Sword.
Taoist secrets, thunder method can destroy all evils.
Ahead, the Yamata Misfortune God sensed this, roared, and sprayed out a breath of dragon breath, trying to stop the humans in front of him.
pity.
It's too late.
Ten feet away, the unparalleled sword was blazing with light and was blessed by thunder, making it even more extraordinary.
Li Qingzhi moved and slashed away the dragon's breath with his sword. In the frenzied air flow, the figure rushed out and was in front of the evil dragon.
Fast, incredibly fast.
Even compared to the Flying Immortal Technique, which is known for its speed, it is still not much better.
At least, so far, no one in the world has surpassed him.
Taoist martial arts showed its full potential in the genius of the Li family.
In less than a blink of an eye, Li Qingzhi broke through the obstacle of the dragon's breath, came to the front of the evil dragon, slashed it with his sword, and then cut off the dragon's head.
"Roar!"
The Yamata God of Disaster roared in pain, its heads opened its huge mouths, its dragon's breath surged, and it launched a strong counterattack.
Seeing this, Li Qingzhi stepped into the air, avoiding one after another dragon's breath, his figure was like an illusion, and he was as fast as thunder.
The dragon's breath swallowed up the sky and destroyed the earth, and wherever it passed, even the space seemed to be distorted.
"Human, what have you done!"
Sudden.
The Yamata God of Disaster roared angrily, and his body was constantly shaking due to pain.
I was shocked to see that the evil spirit was permeating the severed head of the Yamata God of Disaster, but the severed head could never be recovered.
Vaguely, a flash of lightning stirred in the evil aura, preventing the evil dragon's head from regenerating.
"The Taoist secrets."
Li Qingzhi stopped and said with an indifferent expression, "Your immortality is useless now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Qingzhi stepped forward again and rushed forward.
The Yamata Misfortune God endured the heavy damage, and its seven huge heads looked up to the sky and roared. The dragon's breath was brewing, and its power became more and more astonishing.
The next moment, the dragon's breath spurted out, destroying the sky and the earth.
"Noisy!"
Li Qingzhi snorted coldly, and his figure passed by, flying over the Baqi God of Disaster, and cut off the dragon's head with one sword.
"Roar!"
The evil dragon roared in pain, and the remaining six heads twisted wildly and swallowed the human race's genius in front.
However.
The Li family's unparalleled genius is too powerful.
The Yamata God of Disaster, which has not yet been completely unsealed and has lost its ability to regenerate, is simply not strong enough to fight against it.
Between the eyes.
In the void, Li Qingzhi's figure disappeared again.
Reappear.
The afterimage was like an illusion, the sword energy was like thunder, and the three evil dragon heads were broken in response.
Three out of six, the arrogant Yamata God of Disaster, lost most of his eight heads.
"Roar!"
The roar symbolizes the unwillingness of Yingzhou God of Disaster. Unfortunately, today, he met the person he least should have met.
Failure is just a matter of time.
And at the same time.
To the east of Yingzhou is Qingping Daze.
The battle between Li Ziye and the three-headed dragon is also coming to an end.
After fighting for a day and a night, Li Ziye was so tired that he could no longer stand still. Sweat was dripping from his forehead.
"Come again!"
Li Ziye forced himself up, looked at the long insect with only one head left in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice.
"Roar!"
The evil dragon roared, and seeing that the young man in front of him was at the end of his strength, he spat out a breath of dragon breath.
"Shout, your uncle!"
As always, speaking civilly, Li Ziye rushed out and swung his sword to break the dragon's breath.
The remaining energy shook and blood spattered. Li Ziye could not reach the level of his brother. He could barely break through the dragon's breath, which was already the limit.
but.
At this moment, it is enough!
The dragon, which had also reached its limit, could not sustain its breath after taking a breath, and it stagnated for a short time. In front of it, the figure of a young man passed by.
As a last resort.
The evil dragon opened its huge mouth and swallowed it directly.
"If you dare to swallow me, I don't want to see if you have the appetite!"
Li Ziye picked up the brick in his hand and smashed it with a cold expression.
"boom!"
A huge collision sound was heard, and two forces, one good and one evil, collided violently. One person and one dragon were all affected, and suffered more injuries.
Suddenly, the corners of Li Ziye's mouth turned red again.
The evil dragon roared in pain, but it felt so good that it couldn't get any better.
"The so-called gods are nothing more than mediocrity!"
Close at hand, Li Ziye looked at the Yingzhou God of Disaster in front of him, said something coldly, poured the last of his true energy into the sword in his hand, and immediately swung the sword.
The evil dragon's body was shaken, and its head was broken off.
In an instant.
The evil spirit spread all over the sky, and the evil dragon's body disappeared.
The cold moon shines on my eyes, and in the clear green swamp, the thick fog begins to fade away, and the sun can be seen again.
"Dad is so exhausted."
Li Ziye sat down in a puddle of mud and gasped for air, so tired that he didn't even want to move a finger.
Next time, he should not do such dirty work.
Just leave it to Little Red Riding Hood and the others!
"Brother Li."
"Young Master."
At this moment, outside Qingping Daze, after the fog dispersed, Bai Wangyu and Hua Feng both saw the young man inside and shouted.
"What are you shouting for? Let me take a break!"
Li Ziye even replied in an unhappy mood, took a deep breath, and stood up immediately.
"hiss!"
After the beating, Li Ziye noticed the injuries all over his body. He gasped in pain and grimaced.
Staggering, Li Ziye reluctantly walked out of Qingping Daze and placed the Heart-Erosion Grass in Hua Fengdu's hands.
"Sister Hua, after you cure your illness and break into the five realms, you must help me beat my second brother, otherwise, I will really suffer a big loss!"
When he spoke, Li Ziye looked so serious, which showed how bitter he felt after being beaten for many years and dared not speak out.
"must!"
Hua Feng took the Eclipse Heart Grass and responded seriously.
"Go home."
When things happened, Li Ziye was about to leave when he suddenly stumbled and almost fell down.
"Brother Li."
On the side, Bai Wangyu immediately reached out to support the young man in front of him and said softly, "I'll help you."
"Um."
Li Ziye steadied himself and said with a wry smile, "Lao Bai, next time this kind of hard work happens again, you do it!"
"good."
Bai Wangyu nodded.
North Sea coast.
Just when Li Ziye had just solved Qingping Daze's will of the God of Disaster.
Cold night.
The unparalleled sword cut through the night sky, and the last three evil dragon heads were broken off at the sound.
The sky is full of black energy, and the will to bring harm to the world is filled with rage and unwillingness.
"Humans, when I unblock you, it will be your end!"
At the last moment, the Yamata God of Disaster roared angrily, and then, the evil energy in the sky overflowed and disappeared.
When the Baqi mirror falls, all its brilliance is lost.
"I'm waiting for you!"
Li Qingzhi responded coldly, put away the Baqi mirror, and the Wushuang sword in his hand flew out and disappeared into the sword box.
The cold wind blew gently, Li Qingzhi picked up the sword box on his back, turned around and left.
