The remains of Gezu.
Inside the second mountain stream.
The peerless prodigy fights the Black-Eyed Netherworld again, with an unparalleled slash, and blood splashes like a waterfall.
The dark blood flew down on the leaves, staining the green with ink, making it extremely dazzling.
The black-eyed Mingtu was injured, and became even more irritated. He roared to the sky, and the black air flow around him roared out.
The power of the underworld exploded, shaking up the battle, and the earth cracked open between the two of them.
Five steps away, Li Qingzhi looked at the frantic Netherworld in front of him. He turned his sword-holding hand, and his cultivation level rapidly improved.
"Second brother, do you need help?"
Outside the battle, Li Ziye saw the scene ahead and asked.
"Need not."
Li Qingzhi responded, staring at the underworld in front of him, and said coldly, "Stand back and stay out of the way."
"Okay, okay."
When Li Ziye heard his brother's words, he looked embarrassed and took a few steps back, away from the battle.
He felt that his current strength was pretty good and he could be of some help.
The second brother still feels sorry for his lovely younger brother and is afraid that he will get hurt, so he won't let him help. Well, that must be the case.
While Li Ziye was comforting himself, in the battle ahead, Li Qingzhi and Ming Tu stood looking at each other, and then moved at the same time.
The fists, palms, and blades of the sword collided with each other, the air waves surged, and the aftermath roared wildly.
The innate Qi of the Taoist sect is domineering and fierce, and the power of the underworld is cold and bone-chilling. The two forces continue to collide, and the entire mountain stream is shaken by it.
The mountains on both sides were affected by the residual force, huge rocks rolled down, and dust filled the sky.
Li Ziye, who retreated to the foot of the mountain, looked at the boulders falling from above and quickly dodged.
If you are not careful, you may be buried by falling rocks and become completely cold.
When gods fight, little ghosts suffer, this is clearly reflected in Li Ziye at this moment.
"Secret blessing from Liujia, heaven comes to visit you!"
When the war reaches its peak, the Taoist Nine-Character Mantra secret technique reappears, and Linzi Chapter's martial arts borrows strength from each other. Li Qingzhi swings his sword, and tigers roar out of the mountains and forests, violently coming out.
The white tiger penetrated the body, and the black-eyed Mingtu stepped back several steps. From the corners of his mouth, blood dripped down.
The underworld created by Taoism is immortal, but it does not mean that it will not be injured, and it is not dead after being injured, but it is also the most abnormal place in the underworld.
The moment Black-Eyed Mingtu retreated, Li Qingzhi stepped forward, Wushuang broke through the air, and his offensive continued.
"Roar!"
After being hit one after another, the madness of the black-eyed underworld was completely aroused, black energy surged all over his body, and countless black lines appeared on his body and face.
Wushuang got close, and Black-eyed Netherworld caught the divine weapon's sharp edge with his bare hands. At the same time, he punched out and counterattacked strongly.
"boom!"
Li Qingzhi turned his palms to block the attack, only to feel a huge force on his body, and his figure slid several feet away.
It was an extremely fierce battle, and the situation changed drastically. In just an instant, the contest between the peak combat power in the world and the immortal body in the underworld was so tense that it was suffocating.
Three feet away, Li Qingzhi's feet were fixed, steadying his figure, and a touch of vermilion silently overflowed from his mouth.
At the foot of the mountain, Li Ziye noticed the blood on the corner of his brother's mouth, and his expression suddenly darkened.
This Netherworld is stronger than imagined.
Up to now, the battle has only been going on for a short time, and the brother is not exhausted yet. The fact that the black-eyed underworld can hurt the brother means that its absolute strength has reached a terrifying level.
Is it the peak of the five realms, or is it just a virtual flower?
Li Ziye's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was making judgments about the cultivation level of the underworld ahead.
After thinking for a long time, Li Ziye suddenly shuddered and a look of shock flashed in his eyes.
Did he miscalculate something?
There is such a Netherworld in both the Sazu ruins and the Gezu ruins. Previously, he speculated that the young Netherworld was not Sazu, because Sazu was a great practitioner who broke through the five realms, and the young Netherworld's strength obviously did not reach the five realms. level.
The black-eyed Mingtu in front of me has not yet reached the level of breaking through the fifth realm. He is similar to the young Mingtu in the ruins of Sazu. Is it a coincidence?
Or, this is not a coincidence, but inevitable.
As various thoughts flashed through his mind, Li Ziye's expression became more and more solemn, and he began to question his previous judgment.
Maybe he really guessed wrong.
Just when Li Ziye was re-examining the situation in the two ruins, in the battle ahead, Black-Eyed Mingtu seemed to realize something, blocked a sword, took advantage of the situation, broke away from the battle, and flew in the direction of Li Ziye.
"Brother, be careful!"
Li Qingzhi's expression changed slightly and he reminded urgently.
Before the cliff, Li Ziye came out of his thoughts, turned around and ran away without hesitation.
"boom!"
In less than a blink of an eye, where Li Ziye was, Black Eyes Dark Earth swept over and punched the cliff. In an instant, the cliff collapsed and huge rocks fell like rain.
Fortunately, there is no one at the bottom of the cliff at this moment.
The attack by Black-Eyed Netherworld was so sudden that anyone else might have been hit.
However, Li Ziye was different. His reaction speed to escape was so fast that it was so skillful that it made people feel distressed.
Ten feet away, Li Ziye looked at half of the cliff in front of him that had been knocked down by Black-Eyed Mingtu's punch, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
If that punch had hit him, he would have been almost half cold.
"Feel sorry."
At this moment, Li Qingzhi walked past behind him and said something calmly. The hand holding the sword was clenched tightly and the veins were exposed. It was obvious that he could no longer hide the anger in his heart.
It's just a little short of that, if it weren't for my little brother's quick reaction!
Li Qingzhi didn't even dare to think about it anymore.
"Futian fight!"
With a deep and suppressed cry of anger, the Taoist secret technique opened in response. Li Qingzhi's whole body was filled with innate Qi. After a moment, the figure disappeared and reappeared in front of Black-eyed Mingtu.
The sword fell, and the sword energy flowed across the sky like autumn water, cutting through everything in its path.
The black-eyed Mingtu did not dodge or dodge, and punched out, blocking the unparalleled edge.
A terrifying collision sound followed, and the aftermath shook around the two people. Rocks fell, creating huge pits one after another.
Li Qingzhi, who was burning with anger, no longer held back any moves he made. Every move he made was extremely destructive.
Within three feet, the fists and sword blades collided again and again. The cliffs on both sides were impacted and shook violently again.
In the sky, the morning light was so bright, but it could not dispel the overwhelming anger in the heart of the Li family's unparalleled genius.
finally.
After thirty moves of exchange, Li Qingzhi saw the flaw between Black Eyes Mingtu's moves and swung his sword, knocking him back a few steps.
Black-eyed Mingtu retreated, his footing unsteady. In front, Li Qingzhi had already bullied him, slapped the former on the chest with his palm, and knocked him away again.
With a thud, the black-eyed Mingtu, who had been injured one after another, hit the cliff behind and fell into it.
Before he could take a breath, Li Qingzhi's figure swept forward again, piercing his body with a sword and directly nailing Netherland to the cliff.
Blood gushed out like a waterfall, misting the morning light and dyeing the cliffs.
"Roar!"
Black-eyed Netherland roared in pain and struggled desperately.
"Noisy!"
Unable to calm down the anger in his heart, Li Qingzhi punched Ming Tu's throat hard, destroying his throat bones.
