Chapter 2974: In the Dark, Stormy

"Crazy." Dongfang Jinglong shouted violently.

Shocking dragon double sword, madly attacked.

Xiao Yi sneered, the sharp sword in his hand instantly boiled with flames, turning into a sword of purple flames.

This sword, which was transformed by his Yuan Power and condensed by the Amethyst Spiritual Flame, was not as generous and heavy as the Xingxing Sword, but it was similar to his Purple Lightning, soft and elegant, and extremely flexible.

Flexible, but also fierce and fierce like electricity and fire.

A sword swept across, and two Ziyan Youlongs rushed out.

The two swords of Jinglong were instantly smashed by these two Ziyan Youlongs, and the sword energy was dissipated.

Dongfang startled the dragon, but was shocked back a few steps, and the sword was stained with purple flames.

"Amethyst spirit flame, burning everything? Not good." Dongfang Jinglong's face suddenly changed.

The Double Swords of Jinglong were transformed by his martial soul. If they were forcibly burned, he would severely damage his martial soul.

"San." Dongfang Jinglong attacked under the attack, the sword on the sword was agitated, and the flame on the scattered sword was forcibly hit.

boom…

A thundering spear suddenly pierced through the space and hit Xiao Yi directly.

Before the gun arrived, a sea of ​​thunder struck Xiao Yi first.

Once Xiao Yi is submerged in this sea of ​​thunder, he will be completely suppressed by the Eastern Thunder.

"It's too much." Xiao Yi sneered disdainfully.

"Sky fire meteor, come down."

Xiao Yi held the sword in one hand, and a seven-color fire ring suddenly surrounded his wrist.

The fire of the stars is densely covered in the sky.

The flame meteor, if destroying the sky and destroying the earth, crashed down.

The huge thundering ocean was smashed to pieces by the sky fire meteors, and it collapsed.

The tyrannical thunder was burned by the violent flames.

At this time, the thunder gun came, but the thunder on the gun had disappeared.

Xiao Yi slashed out with a sword,

The sword is like a dragon.

锵... thunder spear, was shaken by a sword.

The body of the sword, with the body of the gun, advanced all the way.

"Not good." Dongfang Jinglei's pupils shrank.

The Ziyan sharp sword came straight from his throat.

Along the way, the Amethyst Lingyan burned the air, and even burned his nameless thunder gun to the boil.

Roar…

At this moment, a beast roared.

A stream of white flood dragons came crashing down.

The waves are thousands of feet, and the turbulent rolls over, and the flames are extinguished.

Roar…

In the waves, the huge white flood dragon suddenly blocked in front of Dongfang Jinglei, with its bloody mouth wide open, it devoured Xiao Yi directly.

"Bai Jiao in the waves? Dongfang Bai Jiao, you are courting death." Xiao Yi's eyes turned cold.

bang...

On the Ziyan sharp sword, there was a sudden flash of demonic fire.

The already violent Zi Yan suddenly ran away and boiled.

The sharp sword increased a hundredfold in an instant, and the purple flames were soaring to the sky.

A sword fell, like a sword of a thousand zhang purple flames, destroying everything.

The astonishingly powerful Bai Jiao and the waves were instantly split open by a sword.

As the sword's edge passed by, the flames of amazing temperature evaporated the water in an instant.

In the air, a white fog suddenly filled the surroundings.

"What a terrible temperature." Dongfang Baijiao's face changed greatly.

He knew very well that the sword just now wasn't the sharp edge of the sword that shattered his waves and white dragons.

That sword has not even had time to show its edge, and the terrifying flame alone has evaporated his waves.

"Fast back." An Eastern clan elder exclaimed.

In the white fog, the light of a purple flame was still extremely conspicuous, and it took the Dongfang Baijiao straight away.

"Elder Bai Jiao, be careful." The powerhouses of the Dongfang family joined forces.

One after another violent attack, bombarded out.

However, the purple sword glow was overwhelming.

"If you stop him, you will die for him."

The ferocious voice, like the words of a ghost, resounded through the white fog.

laugh…

One blocked the old man in the east, and cut his body with a sword.

The corpse had not yet been completely separated into two halves, and had instantly evaporated in the flames, leaving no bones.

"Pfft." Dongfang Baijiao and a group of Dongfang Patriarchs all spit out blood and slammed into the air.

This is just the power of Xiao Yi's sword.

Chong…

boom…

bang...

wow... hum...

For a time, there were countless passionate voices.

Innumerable means, innumerable Yuan force streamers, flooded the world.

These countless attacks all hit one person.

That person, that proud figure, with one person and one sword in the center, was able to fight against the siege from all directions.

This is Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi in his heyday.

Although only Yuan Li condensed the sword, but with a nine-level cultivation of the Holy Venerable Realm, it was enough to look down on the audience and was almost invincible.

From the outbreak of the battle to the present, it has only been a few dozen breaths.

But such a fierce battle has already alarmed the entire Dongfang family, all the powerhouses in it, and even the countless elites far away from the defense line.

Hundreds of strong, the first to arrive one after another.

But looking at the crazy figure at the center of the battle, all of them were discolored and shocked.

This Hall Master Xiao Yi is really single-handedly, forcing all the powerhouses in the entire Dongfang family.

No one of the hundred experts participated in the battle, they only retreated from afar to watch the battle, with different expressions on their faces.

boom…

During the battle, there was a roar at this time, and the sound of the roar far exceeded any previous battle.

An old palm came straight from Xiao Yi.

At this time, the white fog dissipated.

That old palm came from a burly old man.

The old man, named Kuang Lan, has turned the tide countless times.

Guarding the Demon Realm, the biggest strength is not so much the 330,000 elites, but the old man who has repeatedly turned the tide.

This palm is the full blow of the old man.

This palm used to make the Demon Realm feel frightened, and all the demons retreated, and even the demon clan did not dare to shake its edge.

If it is said that the Pillar of Optimus is to block the wind and rain in all directions, even the monstrous waves and the roar of the frenzy will stop them one by one.

Then this palm, if it can suppress the endless waves, it is absolutely strong.

This palm directly took Xiao Yi.

"Dongfang Kuanglan, it's a good time." Xiao Yi sneered, not retreating but advancing.

In his hand, he pointed out.

Between the fingers, there are countless flames.

"Finger of Anger."

The two fingers collided heavily with the old palm.

Two fingers, point on the palm of the hand.

Bang... First there was a loud bang.

Under that loud noise, there was an amazing palm force, and Xiao Yi, who seemed to be invincible, was knocked back a dozen steps.

Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom... Then, there are countless dense and light popping sounds.

On the old palm, there were repeated explosions.

Countless fire lights broke out almost in an instant.

The figure of Dongfang Kuanglan was forcibly shaken back a dozen steps, just like Xiao Yi.

But Xiao Yi, who was first shaken back, had a faster time to rise first.

Still pointing at one point, he went straight to the east.

This finger, without fire or words, is fierce and domineering.

This finger, once again focused on the palm of Dongfang Kuanglan, there was no continuous explosion of flames, and some, only a sound of extreme penetration.

hum…

Dongfang Kuanglan's face changed, and his figure was shaken back.

Xiao Yi's offensive did not stop, and he continued to take it straight.

The body moves, the sea of ​​fire follows, and the gust of wind follows.

The wind and fire danced together, forcing the Dongfang Kuanglan to retreat.

Xiao Yi turned his fingers into his palms, this palm was unmatched in fighting intent.

Bang... Dongfang Kuanglan's footsteps have not yet stood firm, and they are pushed back again.

Xiao Yi's offensive was constantly changing, like a violent storm.

Although the raging tide is strong, it has been tried many times in the past, but today, it is difficult to suppress the violent wind of flames, the torrential rain of sword intent, and the violent anger of this young man.

In the distance, there was an exclamation.

"How is it possible, the ghosts and gods of my Han family are pointed?"

"I... the two Fengyan families of our Fengyan family attacked together?"

"I...my Tang Family's Zhantian Palm?"

"Our ancient family's ancient sun shock method?"

"I…"

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Third more.

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