Soul Emperor Martial God

Dozens of warriors in black came under siege.

Uniform celestial realm powerhouses, among the strongest, reach the celestial pole third or fourth level.

The leader is a celestial five-fold powerhouse.

Xiao Yiyi was not afraid.

In the air, a cold white sword flashed suddenly.

The sword shadow fell, and a frosty blood stain appeared on the throats of the dozen warriors.

In Xiao Yi's hands, I don't know when to start, the Blizzard sword has become a Leng Yan sword.

Dozens of warriors in black, the swiftly attacking figure, instantly stiffened in place.

The next second, chick... chick... chick...

The frost on the throat dissipated, and a pillar of blood burst out.

Dozens of black-clothed warriors fell to the ground and died.

In Xiao Yi's perception, in the distance, many black-clothed warriors came from all directions.

If you didn't guess wrong, Beiyin Palace warrior must have some means to track and perceive the dead silence mark on your arm.

Otherwise, when he was in the dangerous place of the volcano, it was extremely far away from the misty place, and it was impossible for the warrior of the Beiyin Palace to find him.

The same is true in this vast forest, and the warriors of the Beiyin Palace can more clearly perceive the breath of the seal of death.

Of course, Xiao Yi was not afraid to fight them.

However, there are other things to do now.

Therefore, he did not stop fighting in place, but leaped away quickly holding Cheng Suyan.

When he was above the forest before, the reason why he said ‘them’ was not ‘she’.

It was because he not only sensed Cheng Suyan's breath, but also a few familiar breaths.

And now, he is rushing in the direction of these breaths.

Fighting broke out everywhere in the entire vast forest.

Throughout the forest, the sound of fighting and howling can be heard everywhere; a strong smell of blood is floating in the air.

It is not difficult to imagine that the battles occurring everywhere must be extremely fierce.

The appearance of the warrior from Beiyin Palace made Xiao Yi frowned.

Before in the fog and danger, the warriors of Beiyin Palace intercepted the past Tianjiao.

Here, it is intercepting the past Tianjiao, and the black warriors also appear in groups.

Xiao Yi frowned. Although he didn't know what was going on, an inexplicable sense of crisis was coming to his heart.

Swish...wish...wish...

The figure leaped quickly, surprisingly fast.

After a few minutes, Xiao Yi finally followed the sense of breath and found the stern style.

Yes, one of the familiar breaths belongs to sternness.

At this moment's violent actions, he is also fighting fiercely with a black warrior.

His opponent is a celestial five-fold powerhouse.

Resolute, worthy of being a strong man cultivated by the Master of the Wind Palace since childhood, and his combat power is extremely extraordinary.

However, the celestial pole quadruple cultivation base was stupefied to crush the celestial pole five-tier black warrior into defeat.

However, beside him, there is also a sixth prince with an eight-fold cultivation base.

The six princes are fighting with several black warriors with the highest celestial level.

No, to be precise, he was defending the six princes while fighting against multiple warriors in black with his own strength.

If this is not the case, I am afraid that Fengxing has already ended the battle.

"Boy, your combat power is good, but you will definitely die if you protect the oil bottle." The extremely five-layer black warrior who led the way sneered.

"Presumptuous, do you dare to say that the prince drags the oil bottle?" The sixth prince looked ugly.

Li Fengxing's face was bitter, and while fighting with guns, he asked coldly, "Where are you sacred?"

"I am the sub-temple master of the Fengsha Temple. If you encircle and assassinate me, you are not afraid of my Fengsha Temple's anger?"

"Jie Jie." The black-clothed warrior headed by him laughed coldly. "Although the Fengsha Temple is one of the eight ancient halls, it is not so easy that the hands and eyes can reach the sky, and we are not afraid."

"Besides, you are all dead today, who knows what's going on here?"

"You..." Li Fengxing's expression changed.

Although he is strong, he still cannot escape with the Sixth Prince.

If you continue to fight like this, with one enemy, your vitality will be consumed too quickly.

Once the vitality is exhausted, the two of them are in danger.

Just at this moment, a cold white sword intent seemed to be shocked, piercing directly.

The sword fell, and the black-clothed warrior who was present was killed.

"Huh?" Li Fengxing's expression changed, and when he was able to see the incoming person, he was surprised again, "Xiao Yi."

"Why are you here? Haven't you already set off for Zhongyu more than two months ago?"

Xiao Yi chuckled lightly and said, "I would like to ask you where you are."

"Don't talk nonsense." The Sixth Prince scolded, "My eldest brother and they are still fighting elsewhere. Go and help them."

The chuckle on Xiao Yi's face instantly turned into indifference, "What, are you ordering me?"

"Huh, my prince..." The sixth prince was arrogant, just about to say something.

Sternly scolded, "Shut up."

Having said that, Li Fengxing arched his hand at Xiao Yi and said, "Deacon Xiao Yi, I can help you this time."

"But the prince, Yu Feng, Sect Master of Kuanglan, and others, are now in the same dangerous situation, and the situation is not good. I ask for your help."

Li Fengxing is called "Deacon".

Xiao Yi is the deacon of the Asura Hall.

Li Fengxing is the master of the Fengsha Temple branch.

In the Fengsheng area, the relationship between the two halls is quite good.

"Yes." Xiao Yi nodded.

Strict and violent, is the master of the Palace of Wind, Xiao Yi can naturally save him.

As far as Xiao Yi is concerned, the others have nothing to do.

However, since Li Fengxing asked for help in the name of Fengsha Temple, Xiao Yi helped within the scope of his ability.

Swish...wish...wish...

A group of people leaped quickly.

Looking for the breath of perception, Xiao Yi soon found the prince and others.

At this moment, the five people, including the Great Prince, Yu Feng, Chu Rou, Sect Master of Kuanglan, and Qin Hongyi, were also fighting fiercely with a group of black warriors.

Looking at the situation of the battle, it is clear that, except for the veteran celestial realm first-tier warrior, and Chu Rou, the veteran Sect Master of Kuanglan, the others are not opponents.

The eight Tianjiao powerhouses of the last Wind Silence Conference, and the eight most outstanding Tianjiao in the Feng Sacred Region, are actually gathered here at this moment.

Whoosh... Leng Bai Jianying flashed past.

The sword fell, dozens of black-clothed warriors died instantly, and the blood stains on the throat were extremely eye-catching.

"Huh?" The eldest prince and the others were surprised when they saw the visitor, "Xiao Yi? Why are you here?"

"Little Thief Xiao Yi." Qin Hongyi's face was cold.

"Little thief son?" A trace of surprise and slight joy flashed in Chu Rou's beautiful eyes.

"Don't say it for now." Li Fengxing said solemnly, "It was Deacon Xiao Yi who made the shot just now to rescue me and the Sixth Prince."

"Now in this vast forest, there are these mysterious black-clothed warriors everywhere, let's leave here first."

"Good." The group nodded.

A group of people, Yukong flew up, just about to leave.

Over the forest, a transparent barrier suddenly appeared.

In the barrier, the black air is faint and terrifying.

Bang...a group of people, instantly bounced back to the ground.

"It's a strong barrier, at least it has reached the late stage of the Celestial Realm." The expressions of the prince and others changed.

"No." Xiao Yi shook his head, his face solemn, "Promise of Promise."

Wow...

A cloud of black air suddenly appeared in the air.

The black air gradually condensed into a figure, this is a young man in a costume.

A young man, about twenty-two or three, with a handsome face and a personable manner.

The whole suit is dark black.

On his handsome face, there was a wicked sneer.

"It's you, killed many teams under my command?" The young man's evil gaze ignored everyone present and looked straight at Xiao Yi.

"Tianji Nine Layers." Xiao Yi also looked directly at the young man, narrowing his eyes.

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