Chapter 1959: Dharma in the palm of your hand

Cang...
The sharp sword that exudes an extremely cold breath kept screaming.
Sword sound, crisp and sweet.
Around Xiao Yi, within three feet, everything was frozen.
Including air, soul power, black demon main hall forbidden, everything is frozen.
The three-foot range has become Xiao Yi's territory of absolute ice.
Subsequently, the icy breath spread more than three feet away.
Along the way, the frost continued.
The frost spread to a hundred meters range, and finally stopped in front of the head of the soul hall.
He didn't see any movement from the head of the Soul Palace, he just stood with his hands.
However, under those plain and sharp eyes, the extreme frost could not get close.
"What an amazing cold breath." The head of the Soul Palace was slightly surprised.
Not far away, Senior Luo squinted his eyes, "Is this the Purple Peak Sword Martial Spirit in his body?"
The Lord of the Heavenly Mystery Palace frowned, "What's the matter? This kind of aura has far exceeded the extent that the black martial spirit can explode."
"Unfortunately, his strength is too weak." The head of the Soul Palace shook his head and took a light step.
"Killing God Sword, there is nothing to lose."
In just one step, the extreme frost spreading 100 meters, instantly collapsed.
Only within three feet of Xiao Yi's body, the frost was still frozen.
Senior Luo narrowed his eyes and said, "First take the Excalibur Sword."
Swish...Senior Luo's figure disappeared instantly.
When he appeared again, he had already come to Xiao Yi's side.
The extreme frost didn't shake him even a bit, and he couldn't even condense a half of snow on his robe.
Snapped…
Only a palm, a fluttering palm.
Within three feet of Xiao Yi's body, the unbreakable ice seal instantly collapsed.
That old palm easily surpassed all the extreme cold and frost, and slapped on the Ice Luan Sword.
Cang...
There was another crisp clang.
Only this time, it was the sound of sword breaking.
Bingluan sword broke with one palm.
"Puff." Another mouthful of blood spurted out of Xiao Yi's mouth.
This is his martial soul.
The spirit of martial arts was condensed outside and was forcibly broken up, which would have caused the martial artist to be injured.
Unlike other warriors who can perfectly control their own martial arts, Xiao Yi could not control the Bingluan sword 100%, so every time he used it, he would be injured.
Today, Jian Shuan, its backlash, is even more terrifying.
Swordsmanship alone was enough to cause him to be seriously injured instantly.
But before that, the soul power impact of the head of the soul hall had blasted him a hundred meters away, and had already seriously injured him once.
Two serious injuries, Xiao Yi at this moment may not be as bad as the last time he fought with the four elders of Jinghuashuiyue, and his virulence broke out.
However, it is obviously more serious than almost any previous life and death battle.
Although not dying, they are not far away.
This is the gap between him and Senior Luo, the gap between him and the masters.
Xiao Yi knew long ago that nothing in this world is absolutely invincible, even if it is the Bingluan sword, even if this is his biggest trump card.
Under the absolute power gap, everything is false.
In the hands of Senior Luo, even if Xiao Yi had all his cards, he couldn't make a single move.
This is still the situation where his strength is now close to the legend.
Not to mention that outside of the sword emperor monument, he was only a mere martial artist.
"Huh?" Senior Luo at this time frowned as he watched the black blood continuously flowing from under Xiao Yi's mask.
That was the blood that Xiao Yi was constantly vomiting from his mouth after being seriously injured.
He knew that he could never be Senior Luo's opponent.
But he has not given up yet.
Under the mask, those jealous and icy eyes made Senior Deluo's brows frown even tighter.
However, this frown only lasted for a moment.
Senior Luo, his expression indifferent again, his old palm stretched out quickly, taking Xiao Yi's Qiankun ring straight away.
Just at this time.
There was a loud shout.
"Luo, you are deceiving too much."
A slightly short figure arrived in an instant and shot out with a palm.
With the palm out, the power of the formation is out of the sky.
The same old palm, but in the palm of the hand, it seems that there is a great array of heaven and earth.
Senior Luo's figure was finally shaken, and was shaken back dozens of steps.
The one who shot was the master of the heavenly machine.
The Lord of the Heavenly Secret, the palm of his hand did not stop, and he forced Senior Luo back.
When Senior Deluo stood firm, his brows were already frowned, "In the palm of the Dharma Realm? Heavenly secret, are you going to work hard?"
"For this kid, worth it?"
"Asshole." Angrily appeared on the face of the Master Palace Master, "I told you clearly."
"Little Xiao Xun is my successor, and the Deputy Order of the General Hall has also been given to him."
"What?" Not far away, the head of the Soul Palace's plain expression finally made waves.
"Huh?" Senior Luo frowned even more.
"Heaven's secret." Not far away, the main hall of the soul hall had a solemn tone.
"The old man promises to keep him forever, you can rest assured."
"But Killing God Sword is absolutely not to be lost."
As the words fell, the head of the Soul Palace finally moved.
The host of the Heavenly Secret Hall changed his face, and just as he was about to stop him, he looked at Senior Luo in front of him warily.
Senior Luo frowned, but apparently he didn't intend to take the initiative with the Heavenly Mystery Hall.
The two were in a stalemate like this.
On the other side, the head of the Soul Palace had already deceived his body.
The same old palm took Xiao Yi straight away.
With his strength, I am afraid that only one palm could take Xiao Yi's life.
However, he still left a break, the palm of his hand was not real, but the soul power burst out in his palm, turning into a hand of soul power, taking the Universe Ring in Xiao Yi's hand directly.
Xiao Yi's eyes were cold.
The Qiankun Ring in his hand flashed with light.
The Excalibur Sword appeared out of thin air.
Xiao Yi held the sword in one hand, and had no intention of the sword.
The kendo in his body has long since dissipated, so he can't even condense a bit of sword aura, and can't explode a bit of sword intent.
However, as long as he has a sword in his hand, he is still that peerless sword repairer.
Kendo is in his mind.
The sword intent has long been stored in the heart.
It was cut with a sword, and there was no sword intent or power on the sword. It seemed to be a simple and flawed sword.
but…
Cang...
This time, the Sword of Killing, which was clearly without a sharp edge, uttered a crisp sword sound.
After the sword passed, the hand of soul power that struck, instantly collapsed.
"The Sword of Killing is indeed in my hand." Xiao Yi gritted his teeth, bleeding.
"But whether you can take it depends on your ability."
Xiao Yi's words were indifferent and hideous.
At this moment, he is like a madman.
With a sword in his hand, he didn't retreat but moved forward, and went straight to the head of the soul hall.
Shura fights the sword, the devil is the devil.
However, Xiao Yi can become Shura, but he can no longer use the sword, so he is not in the state of being in the middle of a demon.
But at this moment, he, that touch of coldness, that touch of madness, and that unintentional sword, seems to be more devil in devil.
In his body, there is no kendo.
But the sword in his heart has never dissipated, but is still sharp and sharp.
Although his face and body are completely ruined now, his whole body is miserable.
But his sword heart has never been dusted.
Not in the past, and today, neither will it.
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