Chapter 714: The Powerful Yin Wind Saint

Xiao Yi just flew out of the Fengxu Hall only a few hundred meters away.

The overwhelming spirit attack had already hit him.

"Damn." Xiao Yi slashed out with a sword.

With the black long sword in his hand, he barely blocked most of the spirit attacks around him.

But because of this, he was abruptly blasted back to the ground.

Just got back to the ground.

Around him, tens of thousands of spiritual consciousnesses came around like a tide.

Hundreds of spiritual consciousnesses who were in Fengxu Hall before came over in an instant.

Hundreds of spiritual consciousnesses, such as the Yinfeng Saint, are obviously far higher than the tens of thousands of spiritual consciousnesses outside.

"Boy, are you really unwilling to just be captured?" The Yinfeng Saint stared at Xiao Yi grimly.

"You have to suffer some torture that is worse than death?"

Xiao Yi was too lazy to talk nonsense with them, so he stepped back, swept away the sword in his hand, and forcibly opened the way.

Tens of thousands of spiritual consciousness, one is afraid of the black long sword in Xiao Yi's hand.

Second, he was afraid of hurting Xiao Yi's body.

So they gave in.

"You can't run away." Yinfeng Saint shouted loudly.

whoosh…

His figure turned into a gust of gloomy wind, heading straight for Xiao Yi.

whoosh…

Xiao Yi only felt a flower in front of his eyes, and the Saint of Yinfeng had blocked his way.

Looking at the Yinfeng Saint again, there is already a Yinfeng sword in his hand.

It was a sword condensed with soul power.

Yin Feng Long Sword, a sword split out.

Xiao Yi didn't even have time to react, the Yinfeng Long Sword had already slashed across his chest.

hiss…

A bloodstain instantly appeared on Xiao Yi's chest.

A streak of blood spurted out of his chest in an instant.

The blood, in less than half a second, instantly turned into black blood.

clatter…

A slight sound.

A large piece of blood was scattered on the ground, making a rustling sound of corrosion.

"Pfft." When Xiao Yi reacted, a mouthful of blood had already spewed out, and his figure was blown away.

He couldn't even resist the power on the Yinfeng Long Sword.

When he stood firm, he glanced at the bloodstains on his chest, his face extremely horrified.

The bloodstain on his chest was raging tightly by a yin wind.

The blood that overflowed, just touched these yin winds, and instantly turned into a highly poisonous liquid.

He tried to use Yuan Li to heal the wound.

However, Yuan Li was completely blocked by the dark wind.

The wound on his chest was bleeding profusely.

"Damn." Xiao Yi gritted his teeth and had to endure the injury and pain.

In the distance, the Yinfeng Saint came coldly.

"Boy, do you really think that my Yinfeng Saint is a false name?"

whoosh…

The figure of the Yinfeng Saint disappeared instantly.

laugh…

Another sword strikes out.

Xiao Yi's chest was struck by lightning again, and then he was bombarded heavily.

"Pfft." Another mouthful of blood spit out.

The blood overflowing from the chest became more and more, and the yin wind lingering around the wound became more and more terrifying.

"Crap." Xiao Yi's face became anxious for the first time.

For the first time, I felt a sense of powerlessness in my heart.

The saint of Yinfeng has been dead for many years.

But he is a soul master, and he can completely use his soul power to burst into amazing combat power.

The soul power is added to the spiritual consciousness, so that the spiritual consciousness is obtained, and the speed is astonishing.

The soul power condensed the Yinfeng Long Sword, making the Yinfeng Long Sword with terrifying power.

The speed of the Yinfeng Saint just now, and the two swords he slashed out, definitely far exceeded the peak of the earth.

In other words, the current strength of the Yinfeng Saint is the Heavenly Realm.

I'm afraid it's not much weaker than when he was alive.

With the strength of the Celestial Realm, Xiao Yi has no confidence to contend.

He found that all along, he seemed to have underestimated the warriors on the Central Territory.

On the Central Territory side, there is no less splendid than the ancient times, when can he underestimate it.

whoosh…

At this time, the Yinfeng Saint again dodged and appeared in front of Xiao Yi.

The Yinfeng Long Sword in his hand slashed down.

Xiao Yi held the black long sword in his hand and raised it quickly, intending to resist.

However, the speed of the Yinfeng Saint is too fast.

It was so close that Xiao Yi couldn't react at all.

laugh…

There was another bloodstain on Xiao Yi's chest.

His body was blasted away again.

On his chest, three blood-stained yin winds were constantly eroding his body.

A large amount of yin wind has invaded the internal organs of the body.

A strange force was hitting his mind.

He knew that once his mind was broken, these yin winds would completely erode his body.

At that time, he will be reduced to the hands of the Yinfeng Saint, and he will be directly seized.

"Boy, do you still want to resist?" The Yinfeng Saint came over triumphantly and excitedly.

"I want to kill you, it's not much harder than squeezing an ant."

"My sword contains Yin Feng's soul power. Every sword that strikes you will be slashed like a Yin Feng."

"You still have to endure such pain?"

Xiao Yi was silent, his face was extremely ugly.

The black long sword in his hand has been put down by him.

Although this sword has the effect of restraining soul power.

But the strength gap between him and the Yinfeng Saint is too great to have any effect at all.

He can understand the role of the three-layer barrier in the secret.

I understand more why the Fengxu royal family in ancient times would rather inherit and lose them than leave a few words of records to the blood of future generations.

The barrier of each layer is simply used to trap this group of spiritual consciousness, no, to be precise, these are already monsters.

If this group of evil spirits were to escape, the entire continent would be in chaos.

It's just that, without dying, I just bumped into this place myself.

"Boy, have you given up?" The Yinfeng Saint saw Xiao Yi put down the black long sword in his hand, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Fight." Xiao Yi's face became ruthless.

Let him give up and die here, it is absolutely impossible.

Xiao Yi clenched the black long sword again, and his mind was already connected with the Eight Dragon Incinerator.

However, he had just moved, and there was already a sharp pain in his body.

The internal organs in the body hurt more than a thousand knives, as if being stabbed by countless needles.

"Uh." Firm as Xiao Yi, he couldn't help but whisper.

"Hahahaha." Yinfeng Saint laughed proudly.

"Boy, I've known for a long time that a martial arts genius like you is always cautious and won't give up easily."

"Even, you will have a lot of cards."

"But, my Yin wind has completely eroded your body."

"I only need one thought, and I can kill you."

"No matter how many cards and tricks you have, if you can't use them, what's the use?"

The Yinfeng Saint was a well-known powerhouse in ancient times.

Such an old monster is scheming.

The saint of Yinfeng has walked to Xiao Yi and looked at Xiao Yi condescendingly.

"Boy, your body, the old man is welcome to accept it."

"Don't worry, in the future, the old man will use your body to become famous on the continent, no, to dominate the entire continent."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Yinfeng Saint, burst out laughing.

The transparent palm grabbed towards Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi gritted his teeth and wanted to resist, but his body seemed to be out of control, unable to move.

The yin wind had completely eroded his body.

Yin Feng's soul power enveloped his small world, and even penetrated into it.

"Huh? What a huge small world." The Yinfeng Saint looked surprised.

He could see everything in Xiao Yi's body through Yin Feng's soul power.

His palm was already on Xiao Yi's heart.

The strong yin wind power erupted from him, invaded Xiao Yi's body, and began to control Xiao Yi's body.

"Damn it, damn it." Xiao Yi clenched his teeth.

The small world is full of Yin Feng soul power.

"Jie Jie, boy, first your martial soul, then your Qi spring, your small world, and then your internal organs."

"In the end, your entire body will be controlled by this old man..."

The Yinfeng Saint sneered, but his words suddenly stopped abruptly.

"Then... what is that..."

The face of the Yinfeng Saint showed fear for the first time.

He widened his eyes, but he didn't realize that in front of him, Xiao Yi, who did not know when, had a terrifying expression on his face.

"If you want to take me away, let's see who will die first." Xiao Yi's voice squeezed out of his teeth.

He still has too much to do, and he can't possibly fall here.

A cold face, with an indescribable perseverance.

Heart, calling unyieldingly.

He wants to regain control of his body.

The Yinfeng Saint was originally controlling the Yinfeng, intending to encroach on everything in Xiao Yi's small world.

When his yin wind touched the icy sword emitting a deep purple light...

The cloudy wind melted in an instant.

The Bingluan Sword, which had been "silent" for a long time, seemed to hear the unyielding cry of its master, and suddenly it shone brightly.

Xiao Yi's eyes suddenly changed.

A fiery flame, a deep black hole, burst out from his eyes.

An invisible vortex suddenly appeared.

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