The colored light has not yet dissipated, and at the same time, a sword light soars into the sky.
The thick imperial qi rippling towards this place like a raging beast, as if to drown everything here.
Emperor Ji and Emperor Zhu stared blankly at the people stepping on the circle...no, that god!
In the white night at this moment, his robes trembled crazily, and the power vented by the magic circle filled his body like a stream of electric current. And this powerful force is suffocating, and terrible energy is poured into his flesh and blood. In a short time, Bai Ye’s body bulges up a lot of snake-like tendons, and the eyes are covered with blue tendons, very cautious. The long dark hair also turned white instantly, and his pupils were like blood.
However, between the lightning and the flint, people have turned from gods to ghosts!
咵嚓!
I don't know how long it lasted, and the formation of the remaining thirty-two magic circles burst instantly.
All their energy is emptied by the white night!
Bai Ye opened his eyes.
As if the devil opened the door to the world!
At this moment, he seems to have been reborn. Emperor Ji and Emperor Zhu can no longer recognize his aura. The emperor qi lingering around him is no longer ordinary emperor qi. It seems to have changed, becoming extremely deep and mysterious, as if a mouthful. The bottomless ancient well only feels endless and cold.
"Dragon Lord, the saint has already appeared, let's leave!"
Emperor Ji returned to his senses and said with a trembling voice.
Even if Bai Ye changed tremendously, she couldn't rest assured.
Thousands of emperors have all been suppressed, is this still a method that people should have? The one over there is simply God!
"Don't worry, the power of the formation has greatly exceeded my expectations, maybe you can give it a try!"
Bai Ye took a deep breath and walked over there.
After all, it consumes almost all the materials in the treasure house of Shenwu Judgment Hall, even if it is Long Jue currently controlled by Bai Ye, it is very difficult to produce the materials for these thirty-two magic formations.
How can this kind of terrifying formation be weak?
"Dragon Lord..."
Emperor Ji still wanted to persuade, but was stopped by Emperor Zhu.
The second girl stared at it and realized that the white night at the moment was not afraid at all.
What he has, only the fighting spirit is left!
The saint over there seemed to smell the special aura here and watched lightly until Bai Ye walked out.
"white night?"
"Dragon Lord!!"
The suppressed emperors raised their heads, looking at the people in disbelief.
"Is this person Bai Ye? Why is it different from usual?"
"He seems to have ignored the suppression of the saint?"
"Could it be that he has the means to counter the saint?"
"Dragon Lord, save us!"
Someone clamored.
However useless.
"What if Bai Ye has a dead dragon sword? In front of the saint, he is afraid that he won't even have a chance to draw the sword."
Young Master Qingdi said with a trembling voice.
Many people think so too.
After all, this is a saint.
So many emperors were suppressed by him! Although Bai Ye is strong, even if he wears a dead dragon sword, how can he rival the saint?
"The lower emperor?" The saint saw through the strength of the person, and was a little startled, but quickly nodded: "Did you use means to improve? Your breath is very interesting, surpassing the upper emperor, what means did you use to make yourself? From an ant to a caterpillar? Speak out, cooperate obediently, when the emperor will kill you, he will leave a corpse for you."
Bai Ye didn't say a word, staring at the man, his eyes full of fighting spirit.
Sage inheritance? It's really important.
However, a living saint was right in front of him, and he was even more excited.
For countless nine souls, this is the legend!
"Did you not hear Bensheng talking to you?" The voice became annoyed.
"If you defeat me, I will tell you." Bai Ye said lightly.
"Arrogant and ignorant! In front of this sage, you have no victory or defeat, because from the moment you stand here, your life has been in the hands of this emperor!"
The saint was a little annoyed, Xuan'er drank again, and the terrifying breath of saint suddenly pressed down, as if thousands of mountains fell from the sky, hitting Bai Ye's shoulders.
咵嚓!
咵嚓!
boom!
The ground under Bai Ye's feet instantly became dusty powder.
But the others did not sink, their body swayed, and they stood in the air.
The emperors were dumbfounded.
Bai Ye... actually shook the saint's suppression?
"Huh?" The saint was also very surprised. He re-examined this person, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes: "A lower emperor actually ignored my suppressive power... Interesting, it seems that the means to increase your strength is not a vulgar thing. what!"
Whoosh!
At this time, Bai Ye moved suddenly.
He cannot be passively beaten all the time.
"Let me see the power of the saint!"
A low drink, followed by a harsh sword sound.
Roar!
The powerful and terrifying Sword Power of the Dead Dragon unsheathed with the sword body, and killed the past sadly.
"Huh? Dead Dragon Sword?" The saint stunned slightly, but did not appear to be flustered, but with a finger movement, the space in front of him opened instantly, and the dead dragon sword power disappeared in an instant.
It's exactly the same as the previous monster giant's moves!
Bai Ye's eyebrows wrinkled. At this level, the power of the Death Dragon Sword can only depend on the strength of the person who cast it.
His body abruptly moved, and the strength of the formation blessed his speed and reaction to an unprecedented height.
This is an opportunity.
Bai Ye had never noticed it herself.
If other people used the formation, they would have died at this moment, because their physical bodies could not bear the powerful force given by the formation.
However, Bai Ye was different. He possessed a Qitian immortal body, an immortal body with Nine Ranks, and a powerful physical body enough to allow him to withstand the power given by the formation, so he got the gain of the formation perfectly.
This is the opportunity God has given him to challenge the saint!
At the moment when the sword power of the dead dragon was swallowed, Bai Ye's heart moved, and the person appeared behind the saint like a teleport, and the terrifying dead dragon sword slashed over again.
Whoosh!
The space opened again, and the sword power of the dead dragon swallowed it.
"Thinking that with a little buffing spell and the Death Dragon Sword, you can fight the saints? How many of them can become saints like the Great Nine Soul Continent? Don't be kidding!"
The saint snorted coldly, and with a thought, Bai Ye's body space suddenly rose, and a thick impact blasted him.
The person was instantly bounced and hit the mountain in the distance.
The huge mountains instantly turned into dust and disappeared, and the ground was also torn apart.
"The Dead Dragon Sword is a good sword. It is strong when it is strong, and when the weak gets it, it can also exert incredible power, but this sword is not an invincible sword. It only gives the user a strong lethality. But you can't make the user invincible! Ant, you take this sword, it is a violent thing, or give it to this saint!"
The saint said lightly, and raised his hand to shake.
Snore.
The void broke again, and a huge palm directly grabbed Bai Ye, and the huge grip made him immobile, confining him to death.
"not good!"
"Dragon Lord!"
The expressions of Emperor Ji and Emperor Zhu changed drastically, and they trembled and shouted.
The gap is still large. Even if Bai Ye blessed his physical body and increased his strength by forming a formation, he was still not an opponent of the saint.
The method of the saint is really terrifying, that is supernatural power.
"You don't want to tell me what you know, it doesn't matter, I just need to dig out your brain and use my means to read your memory!"
The saint said lightly and waved again.
Countless voids were cracked in the surrounding area again, and a large amount of space Qi blade flew out, fiercely slashing towards Bai Ye.
The killing intent is pervasive.
Bai Ye struggled hard, constantly shaking the big hand that held him tightly, and the fierce power tore all the flesh of the big hand.
But the big hand pinched tightly.
At the same time, terrifying power invaded again. They appeared out of thin air like countless frosts, freezing the air, and directly blocking Bai Ye's body, making him completely lose the ability to resist.
Everyone stared blankly, their hearts almost stopped beating.
Puff!
Puff!
Puff!
Puff...
The space air blade flew over.
Penetrate directly with one's hands.
with no doubt.
They are like elves, like butterflies, freely moving in and out of the body of the white night.
In an instant, Bai Ye stopped struggling.
"Dragon Lord!"
Emperor Ji seemed to be going crazy, crying sternly.
Everyone's eyes were wide open, watching this amazing scene in disbelief.
He saw that a large number of slender gaps gradually appeared on Bai Ye's body, which were blood gaps. Then, his whole body broke into several pieces and died completely.
Bai Ye is dead!
The Lord of Long Jue... is dead?
Everyone trembles!
That peerless Tianjiao, just died like this?
The one who slaughtered the list all by himself.
The one who shakes the Shenwu Continent alone!
That's it... died in the hands of a saint?
"Impossible! You won't be defeated like this! Only me can defeat you! Even a saint can't defeat you!"
In the dark, the man in the cloak gritted his teeth and growled.
"It's worthy of being a saint, even a person who is so terrifying by Bai Ye can be killed, too strong!"
"Is he still drowned in this unfair world after all?"
Countless sighs sounded.
But this fact cannot be changed.
This is the law between heaven and earth!
The sage laughed and lifted his palm, and the dead dragon sword in the hands of the broken corpse immediately flew over and flew steadily toward his palm.
Bai Ye is defeated!
Dead Dragon Sword is naturally impossible to keep.
but.
The moment the Dead Dragon Sword flew towards the saint, a faint light trembling next to the sword.
The saint frowned, as if he had discovered something, his face changed, and his breath suddenly spread...
"not good!"
Clang!
The flying dead dragon sword was suddenly drawn out of thin air, and slashed at the saint fiercely.
The stern sword power was once again vented in all directions, like a golden petal, exploding in the air!
The saint was shocked and dodges hastily.
But it was too sudden!
Sword power can't be avoided at all!
Puff!
A burst of blood spurted, followed by a cold arm rushing towards the sky.
That is the arm of the saint!
Everyone was dumbfounded, their brains were blank, and they looked at the other end in amazement.
However, a figure slowly appeared in the void next to the Dead Dragon Sword.
That is...White Night!
Is he not dead?
