Soul Emperor Martial God

The big prince's screams of pain surprised everyone present.

That shocking sword mark started from the fist and penetrated the entire arm.

The arm of the eldest prince is dead.

"Asshole." The painful cry of the prince turned into incomparable anger in the next second.

"Do you dare to scrap my arm?"

"Die to me."

A violent wind attribute aura suddenly exploded on him.

Boom...a loud sound.

A terrifying hurricane blasted Xiao Yi away in an instant.

The hurricane blasted Xiao Yi a hundred meters away, and all the ground was turned into dust along the way.

When the hurricane dissipated, Xiao Yi's figure looked a little embarrassed.

Of course, that's all.

"Secret method." Xiao Yi looked at the great prince in the distance.

At the moment, the prince's breath soared.

The original half-step celestial breath had already reached the celestial realm.

Xiao Yi was not surprised at this point.

The Wind Saint Empire, as the only empire in the Wind Saint Region, has been passed down for many years and has surpassed the heavenly ranks, such as cultivation techniques, secret methods, etc.

The eldest prince, as the most outstanding genius of the Fengsheng royal family, naturally possesses these secret methods.

Whoosh... the figure of the big prince attacked instantly.

Xiao Yi was just about to block.

The eldest prince snorted coldly, "No wind Qianren."

On the fist, an inexplicable force suddenly surrounded.

Power, like wind but not wind, extremely sharp.

Around the fist, as if a thousand sharp blades are entwined.

Xiao Yi frowned, and several sword auras instantly condensed in his palm.

The collision of the palm and the fist; the confrontation between the sword energy and the sharp blade, the two are actually in a deadlock.

But the next second.

After a few sword qi, it was ultimately defeated by the fierce impact of a thousand swords and sharp blades.

The sword energy collapsed, and the big prince's fist blasted heavily.

With a loud noise, Xiao Yi was once again blasted a hundred meters away.

"The little thief Xiao Yi is no match for my elder brother." The Sixth Prince smiled with joy.

"The prince, I'll help you." Yu Feng's figure flashed and shot instantly.

"I'm coming too." Qin Hongyi shouted loudly.

Chu Rou glanced at the two of them, frowned, did not make a move.

Whizzing…

Two figures attacked Xiao Yi.

"Frightening wind cut." Yu Feng shouted.

An astonishing wind blade, condensed in the hand.

Shocking Wind Slash, the strongest martial art inherited by the Shocking Wind Sect, ranks the pinnacle of the heavenly rank.

"cut."

The wind blade came out.

The wind blade, which was only a few meters in size, instantly turned into a hundred-meter giant blade and smashed it at Xiao Yi.

The wind blade, fierce and powerful, plus the unique sharpness of the wind attribute, the power is amazing.

at the same time.

"Huo Yi Burn Wu." Qin Hong yelled angrily.

A mysterious red flame instantly condensed in his hand.

Afterwards, the flames boiled and ran away.

Thousands of blood-colored blazing blades were shot out surgingly, densely but mysteriously.

The blade of fire is like a dance, like burning everything.

"Little thief Xiao Yi, a few days ago he robbed me of the heavy treasure of Fire Yizong in the boiling volcano, deceiving people too much."

"Today in the Holy Land, you must return it a hundred times."

The huge wind blade and the dense fire dance swallowed Xiao Yi instantly.

"Oh, Xiao Yi has lost." Yu Feng sneered.

"Such a tyrannical attack, he is immortal and disabled." Qin Hongyi grinned harshly.

The eldest prince showed a slight joy on his face, but the next second, his brow furrowed, "No, he is not dead."

"broken."

In the distance, in the midst of the fire and wind, a cold shout came out.

Several sky-shattering sword auras, with a domineering meaning, instantly strangled and shattered the wind and fire aura.

The wind and fire dissipated, and Xiao Yi inside was unscathed.

"How is it possible." Yu Feng's expression changed.

"One earth pole has nine layers, one earth pole has eight layers." Xiao Yi glanced at Yu Feng, then at Qin Hongyi.

"You are too weak."

"You..." Yu Feng and Qin Hongyi looked hard at the same time.

Whoosh... Xiao Yi's figure flashed.

He had been defensively, but he finally shot.

call…

Yu Feng and Qin Hongyi couldn't react at all, as if a gust of wind passed by their intuition.

In the next second, Xiao Yi had appeared before the prince behind them.

"Humph." The eldest prince snorted coldly and blasted out a punch.

"No wind Qianren."

"Disperse." Xiao Yi shouted in a low voice.

In his hand, a sword aura condensed out.

It was different from the ordinary sword aura that had been condensed casually before; the sword aura this time carried a breath of extreme coldness.

The cold sword aura flashed by.

The countless sharp blades on the big prince's fist instantly condensed into ice, and then collapsed under the sword aura.

The sword aura smashed countless sharp blades, but the remaining prestige remained undiminished, and it hit the prince's chest heavily.

"Puff." The eldest prince spit out a mouthful of blood, his face changed drastically.

The sword aura blasting on him made him feel an ice-cold like an ice cellar for an instant, as if his blood was freezing.

At the same time, under the cold, there was an overbearing breath that made people shocking.

He hasn't fully reacted yet, he has been blown away in an instant under this breath.

"The prince." Yu Feng exclaimed.

"Little thief Xiao Yi, you are presumptuous."

"Little thief Xiao Yi, you don't look down on people." Qin Hong yelled angrily.

The sound of "Little Thief" made Xiao Yi's face twitch.

The two are ready to join hands again.

Whoosh... An icy sword gas struck instantly.

The two of them had not yet reacted, and they were instantly frozen under their sword qi.

The eldest prince can stop the cold sword energy, but that doesn't mean that these two people can also stop it.

"Either be obedient, or I will give you no chance to speak."

Xiao Yi glanced at the two with cold eyes.

When the voice fell, Xiao Yi's figure flashed and instantly appeared in front of the blasted prince.

The prince's face changed, "No wind Qianren..."

However, he had not had time to make a move in the future, and his fist had been frozen by a burst of frost.

The originally strong and powerful arm was unable to move, and it was said that it condensed the sharp strength before.

Snapped…

Xiao Yi took his other arm.

"You...what do you want to..." The grand prince's arrogant face showed a panic for the first time.

"I said." Xiao Yi said indifferently, "I have to pay off the favor I owe to the Yufeng City branch hall."

"You..." The eldest prince had guessed what Xiao Yi wanted to do, but he had no other choice but to panic on his face.

Click... Click... Click...

Three consecutive clicks.

One arm and two legs of the big prince were all frozen by the frost.

Once Frost is broken, all his limbs will be scrapped.

Xiao Yi's fist was already stretched out.

"Stop...Stop." The prince exclaimed, "Boy, if you dare to blow this punch, just wait for the endless revenge of my Fengsheng royal family."

"Heh." Xiao Yi smiled coldly.

"What are you laughing at." The prince gritted his teeth.

"Nothing." Xiao Yi shook his head, "I just remembered that every time I kill you Fengsheng royal family powerhouse, before they die, they will say exactly the same thing to you."

"Unfortunately, until now, I haven't experienced that kind of revenge."

"In addition, let me remind you again, if you want to kill, then be prepared to be killed."

After all, Xiao Yi's fist slowly fell.

At this moment, a clear voice came faintly.

"The wind has stopped, the battle has ceased."

Hum...

A Weng sound resounded through the audience.

Xiao Yi's fist was instantly bound and unable to move.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi turned his head and looked at Chu Rou in the distance.

At this moment, Chu Rou was stroking a blue guqin in her hand.

"One of the rare martial souls, piano martial souls." Xiao Yi frowned.

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