Chapter 2944: In the night, the storm

"Rampant." Dongfang Jinglong shouted violently.
Shocking dragon double sword, violently attacked.
Xiao Yi sneered, and the sharp sword in his hand instantly boiled and turned into a sword of purple flame.
This sword, which was transformed by his vitality and condensed by amethyst spirit flame, was not as generous and heavy as the star-cutting sword, but on the contrary, it was like his purple electricity, soft and elegant, and extremely flexible.
While flexible, with fierce fierceness like electricity and fire.
With one sword swept, two purple flames wandering out fiercely.
The shocking dragon's double swords were instantly blasted by the two purple flame swimming dragons and the sword qi collapsed.
The Eastern Frightened Dragon was shaken back several steps, and the sword was infected with purple inflammation.
"Amethyst Lingyan, burning everything? Not good." Dongfang Jinglong's expression changed suddenly.
The shocking dragon double swords were transformed by his martial soul, and if they were forcibly burned, he would severely damage the martial soul.
"Disperse." The Dongfang Frightened Dragon attacked, the sword intent on the sword rose, and the flame on the sword was forcibly dispersed.
boom…
A thundering spear suddenly cut through the space and hit Xiao Yi directly.
Before the gun arrived, an ocean of thunder blasted towards Xiao Yi first.
Once Xiao Yi is submerged in this sea of ​​thunder, by then, he will be completely suppressed by Dongfang Jinglei.
"I can't help myself." Xiao Yi sneered disdainfully.
"Skyfire meteor, drop."
Xiao Yi held the sword in one hand, and a seven-colored ring of fire suddenly surrounded his wrist.
The fire of stars is overwhelmingly dense.
The flame meteor, if it destroys the sky and the earth, crashes down.
The huge thundering ocean was shattered and disintegrated by the skyfire meteors.
The tyrannical thunder was burned to death by fierce flames.
At this time, the thunder gun arrived, but the momentum of the thunder on the gun has disappeared.
Xiao Yi cut out with a sword, and the sword came out like a dragon.
Qiang... Thunder Spear, was moved by a sword.
The sword body, scratching the gun body, advance all the way.
"Not good." Dongfang Jinglei's pupils shrank.
Ziyan sharp sword, straightly took his throat.
Along the way, the amethyst spirit flame burned the air and burned his nameless thunder gun into a boiling flame.
Roar…
At this moment, a beast roared.
A stream of water came with a bang.
The waves are thousands of feet, turbulent, and extinguish the flames.
Roar…
In the waves, the huge white water bird suddenly stood in front of Dongfang Jinglei, opening his mouth wide and eating Xiao Yi.
"Bai Jiao in the waves? Oriental Bai Jiao, you are looking for death." Xiao Yi's eyes were cold.
Bang...
On the Ziyan sharp sword, a faint flame was suddenly added.
The violent Ziyan suddenly went wild and boiled.
The sharp sword multiplied a hundred times in an instant, and Zi Yan was overwhelming.
A sword fell, like a sword of thousands of feet of purple flame, ruining everything.
The stunning white Jiao and the waves were instantly split by a sword.
As Jianfeng passed, the flame of astonishing temperature had instantly evaporated the water flow.
In the air, a white mist instantly filled the surrounding area.
"It's terrible temperature." Dongfang Baijiao's face changed drastically.
He knew very well that the sword just now was not at all the sharp slicing of the waves and the Bai Jiao.
That sword even had time to reveal its edge in the future, and the terrible flame alone had evaporated his waves.
"Quick rewind." An old Eastern parent exclaimed.
In the white mist, a purple flame ray still conspicuously stood out, taking the Eastern White Jiao straight away.
"Elder Bai Jiao, be careful." One by one the strong from the East came together.
One after another fierce attacks, bombarded out.
However, the purple sword glow is like a broken bamboo.
"If you stop, you will die for him."
The ferocious voice resounded in the white mist like the words of a ghost.
laugh…
An elder who stood in the east divided the body with a sword.
The corpse hadn't completely separated its two halves, it had evaporated in the flames instantly, and no bones existed.
"Puff." Dongfang Baijiao, and a group of Dongfang elders, spewed out blood and flew heavily.
This is just Xiao Yi's surplus of power.
Cang...
boom…
Bang...
Wow...buzz...
For a time, countless exciting voices.
Countless means, countless energies streamed, flooding the world.
All these countless attacks hit one person.
That person, that arrogant figure, one person and one sword at the center, besieged from all directions.
This is Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi in his heyday.
Although only Yuan Li condensed the sword, but the nine-fold cultivation base of the Holy Venerable Realm was enough to disregard the audience, almost invincible.
Since the fighting broke out, there are actually only a few dozen breaths.
But such a fierce battle has already shocked the entire Eastern Clan, all the strong inside, and even the countless elites far away from the line of defense.
Hundreds of strong, took the lead one after another.
But looking at the crazy figure in the center of the battle, all of them were discolored and shocked.
This Palace Master Xiao Yi was really his own power, overpowering all the strong in the entire Dongfang family.
No one took part in the battle, and only retreated from a distance to watch the battle, with different expressions on their faces.
boom…
During the battle, there was a roar at this time, and the sound of the roar far exceeded any previous battle.
An old palm came straight from Xiao Yi.
At this time, the white mist dissipated.
That old palm came from a burly old man.
The old man, whose name calls the storm, has turned the tide countless times.
Guarding the Demon Territory, not so much the biggest confidence is the 330,000 elite, it is the old man who has repeatedly turned the tide.
This palm was a full blow from the old man.
With this palm, the Demon Territory was frightened by the wind, and the Ten Thousand Demon retreated, and even the Demon Race did not dare to shake its edge.
If we say that the Optimus Prime is to stop the wind and rain from all directions, even if the sky is stormy, the frenzy is roaring, they all stop one by one.
Then this palm is as strong as if it can suppress the endless waves.
This palm took Xiao Yi straight.
"The East is crazy, it's good." Xiao Yi sneered, not retreating but advancing.
In the hand, one pointed out.
There are countless fires between fingers.
"Angry finger."
Two fingers collided heavily with the old palm.
Point your fingers on the palm of your hand.
Boom... there was a bang first.
Under that loud noise, it was an astonishing palm power, shaking the invincible Xiao Yi back ten steps.
Bang... bang... bang... bang... Then, there were countless dense, slight popping noises.
On the palm of the old hand, there were loud noises.
Countless fires burst out almost in an instant.
The figure of the eastern storm was forcibly shaken back ten steps, just like Xiao Yi.
However, Xiao Yi, who was shaken back first, had a faster time to burst out first.
Still pointing a finger, heading straight to the east.
This finger, no fire and no words, but fierce and domineering.
This finger was once again focused on the palm of Dongfang Kuanglan's palm. There was no flame burst, and some, only a sound of extreme penetration.
Hum...
Dongfang Kuanglan's face changed, and his figure was shaken back.
Xiao Yi's offensive did not stop, still taking it straight.
When the body moves, the sea of ​​fire follows, and the wind follows.
The wind and fire danced together, forcibly sealed the eastern retreat.
Xiao Yi turned his fingers into his palm, and this palm was unmatched in fighting spirit.
Boom...The East Rush hasn't settled yet, and is blasted back again.
Xiao Yi's offensive was constantly changing, like a storm.
Although the storm is strong, it has been repeatedly saved in the past, but today, it is difficult to suppress the flame gusts and the sword-inspired torrential rain, and it is difficult to suppress the violent anger of this young man.
High in the distance, exclaimed.
"How is it possible, my Han family's ghosts and gods sternly?"
"I... the wind and inflammation of our Fengyan family?"
"I... My Tang Family's Zhantian Palm?"
"Our ancient family's ancient methods of earthquake decisiveness?"
"I…"
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