West of the battlefield
Ha Yi, who was wearing a black cloth belt and holding a Huang Ting Zhong Lu sword, finally began to show fatigue after several hours of fighting.
At this moment, there were powerful powers flying around him everywhere, and dense sky-reaching means enveloped him like fishing nets, making his situation extremely dangerous.
"Pfft!"
The light of the sword flashed by, and another great master fell under his sword. He was the best swordsman in the world at that time, relying on the peerless skills of Xumi Sword and the supreme cultivation of the peak of the Heavenly Realm, he had defeated countless great masters one after another. , but the number of people on the other side... is simply too many.
He was too tired. Facing so many heavenly and human realms, he had to use all his skills without reservation to protect himself. He had to use all his strength every time to continue to knock down one person. This was also very draining for him.
"boom!"
Another spiritual spell hit his sword, and A whole person was shocked by the spiritual spell and flew away. Then his figure flashed, and the sword peaks danced wildly and he used teleportation to kill another person!
But until then, he was panting heavily while fighting and finally became unstable, revealing his flaw!
"boom!"
A talisman exploded behind him, and Ah Dun let out a muffled groan, followed by a loud sound of "Tied!". A monk's long prayer wheel hit him hard on the head, and the long wheel was damaged. He was bent over and over again, and then, Ha Yi, who suffered heavy injuries one after another due to exhaustion, was hit in the abdomen by a scimitar magic weapon. He was bleeding for a while. If he hadn't reacted quickly and chose to teleport immediately, he would have been killed. Cut into two pieces on the spot!
At this moment, under the cold eyes of countless powerful people, the seriously injured Ah Yi staggered back a few steps. Finally, he could no longer hold on, and fell to the ground with one knee with a "plop", holding his hand that was bleeding continuously. On his lower abdomen, he held a long sword in one hand to support himself. While he was panting continuously, blood from the wound on his forehead fell to the ground drop by drop.
"Chicken Leg Sword God, why don't you admit defeat?"
"Hahahaha, this kid can't hold it anymore!"
"After killing so many of us, it's time for you to shed some blood!"
Listening to the jeers and jeers of the remaining powerful men in front of him, Ha Yi gasped silently, and then... took out a chicken drumstick from the ring.
Seeing this scene, the powerful people were stunned for a moment, and then they all laughed and watched him eating the chicken legs.
At this moment, Ah Yi, who was kneeling on one knee without saying a word, gnawed on the chicken leg, wolfing it down in three mouthfuls, then spit out the bone, stood up slowly, beat his chest, and burped loudly. Son.
"Hey, are you trying to be a deadbeat?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's okay if you're still stubborn, I'll let you eat before you go on your way."
In the middle of the field, the well-fed Hajime puffed out his slightly childish cheeks, held up his sword, and looked at everyone present with his eyes covered by bandages.
The two sides looked at each other, and in the next second, all the powerful beings in the Celestial Realm rushed towards him at the same time, and Ha Yi also moved in an instant!
"Huh!" The extreme strong wind blew everything away. Ha Yi, who had said nothing from the beginning to the end, rushed into the crowd at a speed that was almost invisible. The sword light flashed from all over his body, and the heavenly beings around him Jing Da Neng was stunned for a moment, and the next second!
"Puff puff puff puff!"
Four streams of blood mist exploded in succession, and the four powerful men fell down in shock, clutching their throats!
At this moment, Ha Yi seemed to have unleashed all his potential. While panting violently, he flashed left and right in the crowd. With the sword in his hand, sword auras swung out like a blizzard, exploding in the crowd. The blood sprayed out all over the sky, just like the judge of the underworld harvesting human lives. He was so fast that the powerful people around him could not accurately attack him. Then, in the light of the powerful people all over the sky, he could not see his movements at all. Travel around and appear everywhere!
At this moment, the surrounding world began to lose color, the strong wind began to howl, and even the golden setting sun in the sky began to be unable to keep up with Hajime's sword! For a moment, all the powerful people in the audience felt that there was sword energy everywhere in the sky and on the ground!
"Shuo Shuo Shuo Shuo!"
"Pfft, pfft, pfft!"
In the blood-sealed throat that was about to explode, one by one the mighty fell down. The fierce sword energy brought the blood rain all over the sky, dancing like an unparalleled sword wave like a world-destroying giant dragon, vowing to use absolute violence. , kill everyone present in a very short time!
"puff!"
That sword danced wildly, as if it were a painting stained with blood!
The battle was fleeting, and countless powerful men lost their lives. However, Ha Yi, who was standing in the sea of blood and corpses, did not stop, holding his sword and flying up again, confronting the last surviving Celestial Realm powerful man in the air!
"Tear!"
With a soft sound, the last great celestial being was decapitated in the air in despair. His head flew up high, and the red blood spurted out of his throat traveled more than ten meters, forming a straight stream of blood. The powerful head and body also fell heavily after Ha Yi landed on the ground!
"Hoo~"
A soft gasp sounded. Hajime stood up with his sword in hand, looked at the dozens of corpses behind him, then scratched his head and said:
"It's not that I'm too strong, it's that you guys are too stupid. How can anyone fight without chicken legs?"
After saying that, he turned his head, took out a steaming fried chicken leg from the ring, turned his back to the corpses on the ground, ate it, and walked towards other battlefields with his sword in hand.
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"I'm not a fool! You are a fool!"
"I said you are who you are!"
Amidst the screams and curses, Lin Zhili and Lin Xiaolu both flew out and fell to the ground together. Lin Zhili was struggling to get up when Lin Xiaolu, who was beside him, fiercely locked his head under his arm. , punched him in the face with one punch after another, and cursed at the same time:
"To say you are who you are is nonsense!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Xiaolu forcefully pushed him to the ground again. Then before Lin Zhili could get up, he stepped down again, then picked him up with a crack in his head, and swung him with a belt. Blow him away with the fist of the strong wind!
This punch was so powerful that it sent Lin Zhili flying out of the gate of Mount Emei and into the battlefield!
Duan Muhui, who was commanding many powerful men to fight with Jiang Taiqing, Shangguan Hamigua, Tangyuan and others, was stunned when he saw Lin Zhili flying over his head.
Lin Zhili couldn't beat Lin Xiaolu!
Surprised, Duanmuhui suddenly felt something bad.
If Lin Zhili really couldn't defeat Lin Xiaolu and was killed by Lin Xiaolu, then although he wouldn't have to worry about being burned to death by the insects of chaos, the fact of instigating so many people and indirectly harming so many fellow Taoists would definitely be exposed, and he would still Can you survive?
Thinking of this, he quickly pointed at Lin Xiaolu who was flying towards Lin Zhili and shouted:
"Kill him quickly! Let's all kill him quickly! He is dying!"
As soon as the loud words came out, countless controlled monks immediately looked at Lin Xiaolu, and then without hesitation, they used their own unique methods. Since they were already injured, and there were countless monks around them who deliberately interfered and blocked them, Jiang Taiqing, Shangguan Hamigua, etc. For a moment, the person couldn't escape at all, and he was immediately shocked to see countless rays of rays of light flying towards the young man in mid-air like a gathering of heroes! Lin Zhili, who was lying in front of Lin Xiaolu, watched with excitement.
He understood that in Lin Xiaolu's current state, without a big sword that could carry or fight, he would definitely die when faced with the joint attack of so many powerful people in the heavenly realm. And as soon as he died, the chaotic undercurrent in his body would directly fall out, As the person closest to him, the undercurrent of chaos will definitely fall into his hands!
Thinking of this, Lin Zhili, who was also covered in bruises, suddenly showed a proud face with a smile.
Zizhong, you are dead today, I said so!
