Chapter 1959: The Dharma Realm in the Palm

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That sharp sword that exudes an extremely cold aura, clanging continuously.

Sword sound, crisp and sweet.

Around Xiao Yi, within three feet, everything was frozen.

Including air, soul power, the ban on the Black Demon Hall, everything is frozen.

The three-foot range seemed to be Xiao Yi's absolute ice territory.

Afterwards, the cold aura spread more than three feet away.

Along the way, the frost continued.

The frost spread to a range of 100 meters, and finally stopped in front of the main hall master of the Soul Palace.

I didn't see any movement from the main hall master of the Soul Palace, but just stood with his hands behind his back.

But under the gaze of those plain and sharp eyes, the extreme frost could not get close to the slightest.

"What an astonishing icy aura." The chief hall master of the Soul Palace was slightly surprised.

Not far away, Senior Luo narrowed his eyes, "Is this the purple peak sword spirit in his body?"

The master of the main hall of Tianji frowned, "What's going on? This kind of momentum has far exceeded the level of black martial arts."

"Unfortunately, his strength is too weak." The master of the Soul Palace shook his head and took a light step.

"Slaying the Divine Sword, there is no room for loss."

In just one step, the extreme frost that spread over 100 meters instantly collapsed.

Only within three feet of Xiao Yi's body, the frost was still frozen.

Senior Luo, squinted his eyes, "Let's grab the Excalibur first."

Whoosh...Senior Luo's figure disappeared instantly.

When he appeared again, he had come to Xiao Yi's side.

The extreme frost didn't shake him in the slightest, and it couldn't even condense half a cent of snowflakes on his robes.

Snapped…

only one palm,

A light palm.

Within three feet of Xiao Yi's body, the originally unbreakable ice block instantly collapsed.

That old palm easily passed all the extreme cold and frost, and slapped it on the Ice Luan Sword.

Chong…

Another crisp sound.

However, this time, it was the sound of a broken sword.

The Ice Luan Sword broke with one palm.

"Pfft." Another mouthful of blood spurted out of Xiao Yi's mouth.

This is his martial soul.

Martial spirit condensed outside and was forcibly dispersed, which would have caused the martial artist to backlash and be injured.

Unlike other warriors who can perfectly control their own martial arts, Xiao Yi couldn't control the Ice Luan Sword 100%, so every time he used it, he would be hurt by backlash.

Today, Sword Broken, its backlash, is even more terrifying.

The sword break alone was enough to cause him to be seriously injured in an instant.

Before that, the soul power attack of the main hall master of the Soul Palace had blasted him hundreds of meters, and had already seriously injured him once.

Two serious injuries, Xiao Yi at this moment may not be as serious as the last time he fought with the four elders of Jinghua Shuiyue, after the outbreak of virulence.

However, it is obviously more serious than almost any previous battle of life and death.

Although not dying, but not far.

This is the gap between him and Senior Luo, and the gap between him and the main hall masters.

Xiao Yi has long known that nothing in this world is absolutely invincible, even if it is the Ice Luan Sword, even if it is his greatest trump card.

Under the absolute strength gap, everything is false.

In the hands of Senior Luo, even if Xiao Yi played all his cards, he would not be able to make a move.

This is still the case when he is already close to the legend in strength.

Not to mention that outside the Sword Emperor Monument back then, he was only a mere martial arts expert.

"Huh?" At this time, Senior Luo frowned, looking at the black blood that kept flowing under Xiao Yi's mask.

That was Xiao Yi's severe injuries, and the blood was constantly spitting out of his mouth.

He knew that he could never be Senior Luo's opponent.

But he hasn't given up.

Under the mask, those unruly and icy eyes made Senior Luo's brows furrowed even tighter.

However, this frown only lasted for a moment.

Senior Luo, his face was indifferent again, his old palm quickly stretched out, taking Xiao Yi's Qiankun ring and leaving.

Exactly at this time.

A loud shout sounded.

"The surnamed Luo, you deceive people too much."

A slightly short figure came in an instant, and shot it with a palm.

With the palm out, the power of the formation burst out into the sky.

It is also an old palm, but in the palm, it seems to contain a great formation of heaven and earth.

Senior Luo's figure was finally shaken, and he was shocked back dozens of steps.

It was the Master of the Heavenly Secret Palace who shot.

The master of the main hall of heaven, without stopping, forced Senior Luo to retreat.

When Senior Luo stood firm, his brows were already wrinkled, "Dharma Realm in the palm of your hand? Heavenly secret, are you going to work hard?"

"For this kid, is it worth it?"

"You bastard." Anger appeared on the face of the master of the main hall of Tianji, "I will tell you clearly."

"Boy Xiao Xun is my successor, and the deputy commander of the main hall is also given to him."

"What?" Not far away, the dull expression of the main hall master of the Soul Palace finally changed.

"Huh?" Senior Luo frowned even more.

"Heavenly Secret." Not far away, the main hall master of the Soul Palace had a solemn tone.

"The old man promises to keep him alive, you can rest assured."

"But the Divine Sword must never be lost."

The voice fell, and the figure of the master of the Soul Palace finally moved.

The face of the main hall master of Tianji changed, just as he was about to stop it, he looked at Senior Luo vigilantly in front of him.

Senior Luo frowned, but obviously he didn't intend to take the initiative to take the initiative with the Heavenly Secret Hall.

The two of them stood still.

On the other side, the main hall master of the Soul Palace has already deceived himself.

The same old palm took Xiao Yi straight away.

With his strength, I am afraid that with just one palm, Xiao Yi's life can be taken.

However, he still left a part, the palm did not really reach, but the soul power in the palm exploded, turned into a soul power hand, and took the Qiankun ring in Xiao Yi's hand.

Xiao Yi's eyes were cold.

In his hand, the Qiankun Ring flashes.

Excalibur, appeared out of thin air.

Xiao Yi held the sword in one hand, and there was no sword intent all over his body.

The swordsmanship in his body has long since dissipated, so he can't even condense a bit of sword energy, and he can't break out half of it.

However, as long as he has a sword in his hand, he is still the peerless sword cultivator.

Kendo, in his heart.

Sword Intent has long been in his heart.

A sword slashed out, with no sword intent or power on the sword, it seemed to be a pure and flawed sword.

but…

Chong…

This time, the sword of the God-killing God, which was clearly without a front, actually made a crisp sword sound.

The sword passed, and the hand of the soul power that struck, instantly disintegrated.

"The Divine Sword is indeed in my hands." Xiao Yi gritted his teeth, bleeding profusely.

"But whether you can take it or not depends on your ability."

Xiao Yi's words were cold and ferocious.

At this moment, he is like a madman.

With the sword in his hand, he did not retreat but advanced, and went straight to the main hall master of the Soul Palace.

Shura uses the sword, the devil is the devil.

However, Xiao Yi can become a Shura, but he can no longer use a sword, so he is not in a state of demons.

But at this moment, his coldness, madness, and unintentional sword seem to be even more demonic.

In his body, kendo has long since disappeared.

But the sword in his heart never dissipated, and it was still sharp and sharp.

Although his face and body are completely ruined, his body is miserable.

But his sword heart has never been dusty.

Not in the past, and not today.

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