Chapter 2312: Ice Dragon

"how is this possible."
The Hundred-faced Sovereign's eyes widened.
"Sage Venerable Ten Thousand Stones punched with all his strength, even I dare not push it head-on."
"Is this kid easily blocked by the sword?"
"Zhanfeng Ba knife." Zhanfeng Blade slashed out, the violent breath lingered on the broad sword, and an invisible and heavy wind surrounded it.
boom…
With a roar, it was like a huge horizontal blade.
A huge chasm was cut directly from the ground, without a bottom.
Within the chasm, the ground on both sides was incredibly smooth, as if being smoothed out.
Zhanfeng Dao Zun's knife is as terrifying as it is.
"Are you dead?" Zhanfeng Dao Zun frowned. Before the big sword, Xiao Yi was gone.
"Not yet." A few dozen steps away, Xiao Yi smiled lightly, intact.
"This knife is fierce enough, domineering enough, and fast enough."
"The power of the sword, the severity of the storm, the speed of the wind, the fierceness of the wind, the sword of the wind, it is amazing."
In fact, none of the assassins in the Supreme Tower, especially those at the later stages of the Saint-Exalted Realm, are general.
These secluded martial artists, who have already become famous countless years ago, can stand in the secluded world and have their own skills.
"Did off?" Zhanfeng Sword Sovereign squinted, and glanced at the Hundred-faced Sovereign and the Sage Sovereign of Ten Thousand Stones.
"Don't hide anymore, this kid is not easy, let's kill him quickly and with all his strength."
The three of them condensed at the same time.
If the three of them just thought that Xiao Yi was just a kid with something wrong, someone who could be despised and could kill with a little effort.
Now, his face was completely solemn, and he regarded Xiao Yi as his own level enemy.
When the three killers stared at their prey thoroughly, it was a fierce battle between life and death.
Of course, it's just three people who think so.
As far as Xiao Yi is concerned, at least from his light face, there is not much dignity.
Snapped…
The Lord of Ten Thousand Stones snapped his hands together, and the blue veins loomed above his bald head, "The land of ten thousand stones."
Click, click, click...
In the land of hundreds of miles, the mountains collapsed and the ground split instantly.
Blocks of boulders, as if losing their own gravity, rose in the air.
The range of a hundred miles is not too big.
It is not difficult to forcefully destroy it with the strength of the power of the late Saint-Venerable Realm.
However, the Lord of Ten Thousand Stones is now using all the earth, rocks and mountains within a hundred miles into his own use.
Among other things, this terrible weight alone is horrifying.
In the distance, Xia Yiming had already picked up Dongfang Wu Yukong and retreated.
For the palace lord's order, he will do his best to complete.
"Huh?" Xiao Yi glanced at the numerous boulders floating around, his expression slightly serious.
boom…
With a roar, the whole earth sank a hundred meters.
An astonishing force of gravity crashed down on Xiao Yi.
"It's a great piece of earth and rock." Xiao Yi frowned.
Now within a hundred miles, not only the huge boulders are floating and dancing, but also a terrible gravity is suddenly added to it.
"Thousands of people and hundreds of faces." The figure of the Hundred Faces Sovereign moved in an instant.
Swish...wish...wish...wish...wish...
A phantom appeared out of thin air.
Thousands of ‘Sages with Hundred Faces’ sneered sneerly, and the dense and strange phantoms made people shudder.
Thousands of figures, thousands of faces, all consistent.
But within an instant, his face continued to change.
Thousands of figures, or holding a sword blade, or holding a big knife, or a dagger, or controlling fire with both hands, all have different methods.
And the most astonishing momentum is bursting from Zhanfeng Dao Zun at this moment.
In terms of fighting alone, Zhanfeng Dao Zun is definitely the strongest of the three.
That big knife didn't have any fancy, only the extreme ferocity and the sharp aura contained in it.
Hum...
The blade suddenly sounded.
Venerable Zhanfeng Knife pointed at Xiao Yi volleyedly, "With my three joint hands, even the eighth-tier powerhouses of the Holy Venerable Realm will have to fall."
"It is the blessing of your life to die under the burden of the three of us."
"Try it." Xiao Yi smiled.
boom…
The phantoms of the Hundred-faced Sovereign shot instantly.
Different methods and different streamers blasted intensively.
But under the siege of this dense phantom, the most astonishing thing is the cold aura contained in it, just like the weirdness of the previous Hundred Faces Venerable when he first shot.
Bang...
The sword of ice and snow in Xiao Yi's hand was raised, and a large area of ​​cold air emerged, which was a frosty storm.
The two cold air collided, and the air instantly froze.
laugh…
In the freezing air, a dagger came out of Xiao Yi's chest instantly.
"Successful." The Hundred-faced Sage sneered.
"As long as your kendo is exquisite, it is nothing but a slippery loach."
"Under the suppression of the mighty force of the Venerable Ten Thousand Stones, your speed is greatly reduced, and you can't avoid the attack of the old man at all."
"Being stared at by the sword of Zanfeng Blade, you have no time to be distracted."
"The old man's dagger is enough to kill you."
"Very poisonous?" Xiao Yi glanced at the dagger on his chest and smiled.
It's no wonder that when the Hundred-faced Sovereign shot the twenty Purple Wing Army before, he was as sharp as the Purple Wing Army, and he didn't even have the chance to blew himself up.
One is the suppression of the cultivation of the Hundred-faced Sovereign.
Secondly, it is the poison on this dagger.
Wow...
Xiao Yi's figure turned into flying snow out of thin air, and the dagger on his chest fell suddenly.
It is the incarnation of Binghuan.
"Let's go together." Zhan Feng Dao Zun's knife slashed violently.
The sword momentum had already locked Xiao Yi.
Therefore, when the wind and snow condensed Xiao Yi's body again, the fierce sword had already slashed instantly.
Xiao Yi also slashed out with a single sword, and his figure was shaken back dozens of steps.
The figure just settled down, behind him, a huge rock violently blasted.
However, the boulder has not yet been able to get close to Xiao Yi, and has been frozen by wind and snow.
The three of them frowned, and under their joint efforts, they still couldn't kill Xiao Yi instantly?
"The rumors of the ice storm truth and the ice phantom incarnation in the Ice Palace are indeed powerful."
"But that's nothing more. Now you can only passively save your life. I see how long you can hold on."
Swish...wish...wish...
The phantom of the Hundred-faced Sovereign, once again intensively besieged.
With the combination of the three of them, the attacks were connected and matched, and Xiao Yi did not have a chance to breathe.
The intensive clashes were harsh and intense.
Xiao Yi smiled, the sword in his hand suddenly changed.
It is no longer a sword shadow like a dance, but a sharp increase in sword power, a sword fell, and the surrounding phantom split instantly.
One swept, the surrounding boulders shattered instantly.
With a sword, it was frozen within a hundred meters.
It can be clearly seen that Xiao Yi's sword is stronger than a sword, and its power soars.
From being besieged by the three and falling into the passive position, to the moment he turned to take the initiative to control the battle, only within a short time.
When Xiao Yi's sword hit the twentieth sword, the phantom of the Hundred-faced Sovereign around him had been smashed into pieces.
At the twenty-first sword time, the huge boulders of hundreds of miles were all turned into powder.
The twenty-second sword fell, and a fierce wind and snow turned into an ice dragon, blasting towards Zanfeng Dao with a monstrous sword intent.
"Zhan Feng burst." Zhan Feng Dao yelled violently, and the big knife slashed with all its strength, and a storm of sword intent swept out.
Ice dragons and storms collided.
The two stood in a stalemate for several breaths, and finally the ice dragon swallowed wildly, breaking through the storm alive.
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