Chapter 893: How Much?

"asshole."

Outside the sky, a thunderous roar came.

At the same time, a monstrous weather, as if breaking through the limitations of space, came instantly.

Boom... momentum, hit Xiao Yi heavily.

Xiao Yi did not resist, nor did he have the strength to resist.

The energy of the small world in his body has been burned and exhausted.

The incomparably huge small world, all the energy contained in it, was completely burned out in just one minute.

This gave him an incomparably terrifying combat power just now, crushing the six Yin Da people; even Bei Yin Wu Xie, who was wearing Tianyun's coat, was severely injured by his fists.

And the consequence of such combat power is that after just one minute, he will no longer have any combat power.

Bang, Xiao Yi was directly blasted 100 meters away under this momentum.

When he fell to the ground, he was covered in blood and fell to the ground.

The whole person, no, or rather, this is almost indescribable.

The body was covered with severe wounds.

Some are cracks blown by high winds; some are obviously sunken fist marks.

These are all injuries suffered during the battle with Beiyin Wuxie, Yin Da and other six people.

Some are burnt black skin and meridians with looming veins.

These are the injuries that Yin Liu suffered when he blew himself up, as well as the backlash that engulfed his body with Yuan force after he burned the 'ice and fire' before.

However, the most serious thing was the skin of the whole body that seemed to melt away at this moment.

In the minute just now, it seemed that the combat power was astonishing and unparalleled.

But God knows what kind of pain he endured while fighting.

The entire body, which was completely burned from the inside out, almost made him immersed in the molten lava at all times, tormented by the scorching fire.

The internal organs, limbs and bones, etc., all suffered unimaginable injuries.

If the battle is not over now and the enemy is still there, he might have fallen.

Under the terrifying injury, the only thing that allowed him to continue to support was the rock-solid sword heart, the obsession that was hidden deep in his heart.

The face is completely different, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the pair of cold eyes.

Eyes, looking straight ahead.

There is Beiyin Wuxie's body; beside it, there is a young man, squatting beside Beiyin Wuxie, his face is ugly and complicated.

Xiao Yi glanced at the Leng Yan sword that he was still holding in his hand.

In fact, the Leng Yan sword alone cannot penetrate the Tianyun coat, which is also a middle-grade holy weapon.

At that last moment, a sharp and unparalleled edge flashed on the edge of the sword.

That is the 'sword tip' of the Ice Luan Sword.

It is also because of this that the incomparably sturdy defense of Tianyun's coat can be penetrated in an instant like a 'thin paper'; it also allows the Leng Yan sword to penetrate Beiyin Wuxie's throat.

Of course, at that time, it was only with the help of the invincible sharpness of the Ice Luan Sword, and the power within the sword was not mobilized.

Otherwise, the backlash of the Bingluan Sword would be more terrifying than any backlash, and he would simply not be able to hold on and not fall.

In front, the young man was dressed in a fancy dress, and the fancy clothes were dotted with Phnom Penh.

The young man was only a little older than Beiyin Wuxie.

But unlike Beiyin's innocent evil spirits, the young man's face was arrogant and arrogant like a mountain, as well as a domineering tendency to look down on the world.

Just by looking at the appearance, you can tell that this person is by no means an ordinary person.

However, at this moment, the young man was obviously full of sadness and anger.

"Wu Xie, you agreed that this hunt will be divided, you..."

The young man knelt down on one knee, and Bai Ze's palm grabbed Beiyin Wuxie's shoulder, as if to shake him to 'wake up'.

The young man's other hand tightly grasped the blackened dirt on the ground and squeezed it extremely tightly.

After a long while, the young man closed his eyes with a complicated expression, and then opened them.

A hand, suddenly let go, and slowly stood up.

The young man, with sharp eyes and sharp eyes, looked directly at Xiao Yi.

"It was you who killed Wu Xie?" The young man's fist clenched.

Xiao Yi was silent,

But those cold eyes, facing the young man's sharp gaze, did not flinch at all.

"You are seriously injured, why didn't you die." The young man's words seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth, extremely angry.

"Why wasn't you the one who fell to the ground?"

"Because he is weaker than me." Xiao Yi spit out a few indifferent notes on his miserable face.

"Weak?" the young man said to himself, "In front of me, you are not qualified to mention this word."

"No need to talk nonsense." Xiao Yi said indifferently, "If you want to avenge him, just do it."

The young man's face was icy cold until he looked at Xiao Yi's embarrassed appearance and frowned again.

"Although you are now seriously injured, killing you is too incompetent to win."

"But you killed Wu Xie, you don't want to live today."

"I only need one sword to kill you, and only one sword is needed."

In the hands of the young man, a sharp sword suddenly appeared.

On the sword, golden light surging, and the edge is pressing.

An astonishing aura emerged from his body.

"Half a step Wuji." Xiao Yi frowned slightly.

Before, regardless of whether they were dealing with Beiyin Wuxie or the Six Great Yingers, their strength was more than half a step Wuji.

However, their true cultivation is far below the half-step Wuji.

The six members of Beiyin Wuxie and Yin Da are only at the ninth level of the celestial pole, and they have not even reached the peak of the celestial pole.

And this young man, just by his cultivation, is already a super-powerful half-step Wuji and half-step into the infinite realm.

At such an age, with such a cultivation base, it is terrifying.

"I only made a sword." Xiao Yi's face was indifferent, and he was not afraid.

He only made one sword, and only one sword.

With his current situation, he definitely can't hold a second sword.

An aura also emerged in him.

The energy in his body has been exhausted.

The only thing that can be taken out now is Leng Yanjian; the only thing that can be borrowed is the power in Leng Yanjian.

Under the seriously injured body, he forcibly adjusted the strength of the Leng Yan sword.

The momentum on his body continued to soar; but at the same time, it also gave his severely injured body more pressure and oppression.

Two momentums suddenly rose into the sky, stirring up the sky.

One share belongs to young people; one share belongs to Xiao Yi.

The two of them, before the sword was out, were already fighting each other.

sizzle sizzle…

The imposing confrontation actually caused a violent symphony sound in the sky, resounding through the entire forest.

"Huh?" The young man frowned suddenly, "With such a seriously injured body, he can still burst out with such aura."

"No wonder it was defeated by you, and even died here."

"But you can't live today."

The voice fell, and the momentum of the young man soared again.

He didn't even see any movement from him. This was only half a step of Wuji's momentum, and he instantly crossed over to the infinite realm.

Moreover, this momentum is still increasing.

High in the sky, Xiao Yi's aura was instantly suppressed.

Xiao Yi's brows furrowed, and he increased the power of Leng Yan's sword.

It's just that the speed of the drawing is obviously not as fast as the soaring speed of the young people.

"Damn." Xiao Yi drank coldly, "Give me more."

Xiao Yi was just heartbroken.

However, just at this moment, Leng Yanjian flashed a burst of light, and the cold white light became brighter and brighter.

"How much?"

In my heart, an inexplicable voice suddenly sounded.

"Huh? Sword Spirit?" Xiao Yi was startled, but before he could think about it, he shouted, "All."

"All?" The inexplicable voice in my heart revealed surprise.

"The power in the Leng Yan sword, even the late-stage powerhouse of the Promise Realm with profound cultivation, dare not take it all."

"Not to mention your humble cultivation base? Not to mention your severely injured body, do you want your body to explode directly?"

Xiao Yi's heart is cold, "Now, I am in control of Leng Yanjian."

"And I said, all."

The voice in Xiao Yi's heart was extremely indifferent.

"That's up to you." The inexplicable voice was neither salty nor light.

boom…

Inside the Leng Yan sword, a monstrous force poured out instantly.

Xiao Yi's aura also soared in an instant, almost instantly suppressing the young man's aura.

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