Cultivating Master In City

After a while, the two supreme elders of the flying cloud sword sect, who are the king of Wu at the peak of the great circle, nodded their heads and agreed with the statement of the emaciated supreme elder of the flying cloud sword sect, who is the king of Wu at the peak of the great circle.

"What are you going to discuss with the Supreme Master of Feiyun sword sect? Have you discussed it? Little master, I'm impatient with the Lingxiao sword in my hand." at this time, Zhou Yi looked at the three supreme elders of Feiyun sword sect who kept muttering something, and asked.

Suddenly Zhou Yi's voice fell, and the three supreme elders of the flying cloud sword sect immediately attacked Zhou Yi.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi raised a sneer at the corners of his mouth. What he wanted was this effect.

Zhou Yi held Lingxiao sword in his right hand and rushed up against the attack of the three supreme elders of Feiyun sword sect.

Zhou Yi's killing sword formula at this time is extremely skilled, which has been greatly improved compared with before.

The Lingxiao sword in his hand was held flat on his chest and swept across the three supreme elders who were at the peak of the martial king of Feiyun sword sect.

Seeing this, the three supreme elders of the flying cloud sword sect, who were at the peak of the king of martial arts, immediately separated and attacked Zhou Yi from different positions.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi raised a sneer at the corners of his mouth.

Then Zhou Yi's figure changed again and again, avoiding the attack of the three supreme elders of the flying cloud sword sect.

At the same time, the Lingxiao sword in his hand was not idle and launched an attack on the three supreme elders of the flying cloud sword sect.

The Lingxiao sword is completely infected by the spirit power of the poison pill in Zhou Yi's body. The three supreme elders of the flying cloud sword sect who are at the peak of the martial arts can only be careful.

Although I don't know whether the poison on the Lingxiao sword in Zhou Yi's hand has any effect on the supreme elder in the great perfection realm of the king of Wu, when the poison attacked the inner disciple of the Feiyun sword sect in the martial arts realm, the three supreme elders in the great perfection realm of the king of Wu of the Feiyun sword sect clearly saw it.

The poison is too powerful. If you touch it, you will die. Although the inner disciple is just a martial arts master, even the poison on Lingxiao sword has no great effect on the supreme elder in the great and perfect realm of the king of Wu, it is also a sword trouble after being infected.

"Little beast, if you have the ability, erase the poison from your sword, and we will fight the mountain in a fair and bright way." at this time, the supreme elder with a national face, the king of the flying cloud sword sect, looked at Zhou Yi and shouted.

After hearing this, Zhou Yi showed a mocking color on his face. Looking at the supreme elder of the king of flying cloud sword sect with a national face, he said, "OK, old dog, I'll do what you want."

Then Zhou Yi's mind moved, and the dark Lingxiao sword appeared its original face.

At this time, the three supreme elders of the flying cloud sword sect, the king of martial arts of the flying cloud sword sect, were delighted to see here. Unexpectedly, Zhou Yi was so easy to win the challenge of the supreme elder of the flying cloud sword sect.

"Boy, good! Just like this, I will give you a happy way to die." the Supreme Master of the king of flying cloud sword sect, who has a national face, looked at Zhou Yi and shouted.

After that, the supreme elder of the King Wu of Feiyun sword sect, with a national face, held the long sword in his right hand and attacked Zhou Yi.

The sound of "jingle" metal collision kept ringing.

On the other side, among the people in Xueyan Pavilion and seven star temple, the shameless monk looked at Zhou Yi with a worried face, sighed and said, "Hey, brother Yi, brother Yi, you say you're usually smart. Why are you stupid now?"

"Hehe, martial nephew, don't you believe Zhou Yi?" at this time, the Minghui monk at the peak of King Wu in the Seven Star Temple next to the shameless monk looked at the shameless monk and said to the shameless monk.

Without waiting for the shameless monk to speak back, the Minghui monk at the peak of King Wu of the Seven Star Temple spoke again.

"Zhou Yi has a sense of propriety in everything he does. If erasing the poison on Lingxiao sword will put Zhou Yi in danger, do you think Zhou Yi will go back and do it?"

In an instant, the shameless monk realized clearly and sounded all kinds of things in the past. He nodded to the Minghui monk at the peak of King Wu in the Seven Star temple and said, "martial uncle, it's martial nephew. I'm worried too much."

At this time, Zhou Yi and the three supreme elders of the flying cloud sword sect were fighting anxiously.

After another unknown time, Zhou Yi and the three supreme elders of the flying cloud sword sect separated again.

"Are you ready to break through?" the supreme elder of the flying cloud sword sect who has the national character face looked at the other two supreme elders of the flying cloud sword sect.

"Shit, how can we break through the current situation? Zhou Yi's little bastard alone is enough for us to drink a pot. Besides, there are four Supreme elders with the peak of King Wu in Xueyan Pavilion and seven star Temple staring at us." The shorter supreme elder of the flying cloud sword sect, who was in the great perfection realm of the king of Wu's peak, glanced at the Xueyan Pavilion and the four Supreme elders of the great perfection realm of the king of Wu's peak in the distance, and secretly scolded.

"Damn it, or we'll just try to kill Zhou Yi. It's revenge for Feiyun sword sect. At least we won't be ashamed of the martial uncles and ancestors of Feiyun sword sect after we go down." the emaciated supreme elder of Feiyun sword sect hesitated for a while and said.

"I think so. Let's work together to kill Zhou Yi. It's impossible to break through. In the current situation, we can only try to kill Zhou Yi at one stroke. If we kill Zhou Yi, maybe we can get a chance to break through. If Zhou Yi is alive, we don't want to break through." The shorter supreme elder of the flying cloud sword sect, the king of Wu of the flying cloud sword sect, looked at the two supreme elders of the flying cloud sword sect, and said.

After that, he looked at the supreme elder of the flying cloud sword sect who had a national character face.

After a while, he saw the supreme elder, the king of the flying cloud sword sect with a national face, saying, "OK, that's it. Don't keep your hands."

Then the emaciated supreme elder of Feiyun sword sect and another shorter supreme elder of Feiyun sword sect nodded to the national face supreme elder of Feiyun sword sect.

Then he saw that the three supreme elders of the flying cloud sword sect rushed towards Zhou Yi again.

What's different from the past is that this time, the three supreme elders of the flying cloud sword sect released a sense of killing on them. After they were combined, they immediately made people feel creepy.

"Oh, is this serious?" Zhou Yi murmured after seeing the changes in the three supreme elders of the flying cloud sword sect.

Now that you're serious, I'll have a good time with you. I'd like to see what waves can be turned up by three supreme elders of the flying cloud sword sect.

Zhou Yi looks at the three supreme elders of the flying cloud sword sect, who are at the peak of the martial arts king. The Lingxiao sword on his right hand shines with a strong silver light. Then Zhou Yi jumps into the air, and the silver light on the Lingxiao sword shines on the ruins of the flying cloud sword sect like a small moon.

"Little beast, let's die." the slightly short supreme elder, the king of the flying cloud sword sect, rushed to Zhou Yi in front of him. The long sword in his hand burst out a blue light and chopped at Zhou Yi in the air.

Suddenly, the blue sword suddenly flew out of the long sword on the right hand of the slightly short supreme elder of the flying cloud sword sect, and rushed towards Zhou Yi in the air.

When Zhou Yi saw this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, showing a trace of disdain.

At this time, the spirit power on the Lingxiao sword on Zhou Yi's right hand has reached an appalling level. The next second, Zhou Yi rushed into the air, forcibly changed his direction, and rushed towards the blue attack released by the slightly short supreme elder of the flying cloud sword sect.

The Lingxiao sword was mixed with silver light and chopped on the blue attack released by the slightly shorter supreme elder of the flying cloud sword sect. In an instant, the blue attack released by the slightly shorter supreme elder of the flying cloud sword sect dissipated in the air.

However, Zhou Yi's attack did not stop because of this, but continued to attack the slightly shorter supreme elder of the flying cloud sword sect, who was at the peak of the king of martial arts.

"Be careful." the emaciated supreme elder of the flying cloud sword sect, who was at the peak of the king of martial arts, roared loudly when he saw this.

However, it was too late for the short supreme elder, the king of the flying cloud sword sect, to escape at this time.

He can only resist Zhou Yi's thunder attack.

A loud bang sounded.

A loud voice rang over the sword peak of Feiyun sword sect.

Then he saw that the slightly short King Wu of Feiyun sword sect, the supreme elder at the peak of the great circle, flew towards the rear like a broken kite.

Seeing this, the supreme elder of the king of flying cloud sword sect with a national face immediately gave up the idea of continuing to attack Zhou Yi, turned and rushed towards the flying direction of the shorter supreme elder of flying cloud sword sect.

After catching the short supreme elder of the Wuwang peak and great circle of the Feiyun sword sect, the supreme elder of the Wuwang peak and great circle of the Feiyun sword sect with a national face immediately took out a healing pill from the storage ring and sent it to the mouth of the short supreme elder of the Wuwang peak and great circle of the Feiyun sword sect.

On the other hand, compared with the slightly shorter supreme elder of the flying cloud sword sect, who is at the peak of the king of martial arts, Zhou Yi is just a normal person, but a trace of blood spills from the corners of his mouth.

Then I saw the emaciated king of the flying cloud sword sect, the supreme elder, who was at the peak of the great circle, slightly shocked, clenched the long sword in his hand, turned into a streamer and rushed towards Zhou Yi.