Chapter 1350: Spike, the peak of the Holy Emperor Realm

Like a dancing whip, sweeping.
Xiao Yi does not dodge.
Just about to reach out and grab it, suddenly his body moved.
There was already a long whip curled up on his arm.
The whip rolled up, pulling his body naturally.
At this time, another longer whip struck him, but he slapped it heavily on his arm.
The long whip crackled loudly, and with Gongsun Huowu's strength, the whip just now could be crushed by rocks.
But at this time, hitting Xiao Yi's arm, there was nothing to do with Xiao Yi.
His physical strength has reached the eighth level of the Saint King Realm.
It is the cultivation technique against the celestial body, the Shura combat body.
How could this mere whip force hurt him.
"Huh?" Gongsun Huowu narrowed his eyes, "I forgot, you little thief is still a warrior in the Asura Palace, and your physical strength is good."
"Humph." Gongsun Huowu snorted coldly.
In his hand, another long whip rolled out.
Swish...wish...wish...
A long whip suddenly came out continuously.
The long whip was like a dance, and instantly blocked all Xiao Yi's retreat.
Snapped…
A long whip instantly wrapped Xiao Yi's body.
"Little thief, what are you capable of?" Gongsun Huowu sneered.
"Hand over three inner alchemy, I will let you go."
Xiao Yi glanced at Gongsun Huowu, "With this ability, you want me to hand over the inner alchemy?"
Gongsun Huowu's face was furious, "It seems that you, an arrogant little thief, won't be subdued without suffering."
Bang... bang... bang...
The long whip that had wrapped Xiao Yi's body instantly burst into flames.
The original long whip suddenly became a flame whip.
"I still want those three inner alchemy, choose one." Gongsun Huowu's tone obviously has no patience.
Xiao Yi shook his head, "The flame is too weak, so it will intensify."
"You..." Gongsun Huowu's face was startled.
Under her flame whip, the flames raged, Xiao Yi was actually unscathed?
Snapped…
Xiao Yi's arm shook, and the long whip that had entangled him was instantly shattered.
Gongsun Huowu's attack just now could hurt the idle martial artist.
But to Xiao Yi, who had practiced the Shura combat body, it was just a joke.
Gongsun Huowu's full attack could not even hurt him.
"Some skills." Gongsun Huowu suddenly had a sense of war in his eyes.
"Fire dancing all over the sky."
Swish...wish...wish...
The long flame whips danced out again.
Gongsun Huowu's body was swaying, with hundreds of long whips, as if it were all in oneself.
"This is the method of Tiansuo Mansion?" Xiao Yi muttered to himself.
The surrounding area has been shrouded by countless whip shadows.
Under the boiling of the flame, the shadow of the whip passed, crackling, and sparks were shot on the ground, which was full of power.
"Too weak." Xiao Yi shook his head.
However, a few seconds later, Xiao Yi's eyes lit up.
Ahead, Gongsun Huowu's figure was dancing quickly.
Graceful posture like a dance, beautiful and moving; rapid whip shadow like a dance, but murderous.
Every time Gongsun Huowu dances, the power of the whip shadow must increase by several points.
"Something interesting." Xiao Yi nodded looking at the whip shadows around him.
This kind of whip shadow is densely enclosed, blocking the surrounding area, trapping the enemy inside, and then the power of the whip shadow continues to increase, and finally the method of killing the enemy inside is quite powerful.
Unfortunately, this is still not enough for Xiao Yi today.
If this Gongsun Huowu had a Saint Emperor Realm cultivation base, it would be worth his fight.
Whoosh... Xiao Yi's figure disappeared instantly.
At extremely fast speeds, afterimages flashed in the air.
Under the shadow, a punch was blasted out.
The fist passed, and the whip shadow disappeared.
He just wanted to try the physical power he had just broken through.
However, the shadow of the whip disappeared, and the long whip, which danced like a ball, suddenly became chaotic and bounced back.
Gongsun Huowu's dancing posture was obviously messed up with it, and he even forgot to avoid it.
Slap... slap... slap...
The long whips ejected back, and hit Gongsun Huowu again.
Every long whip passed, there must be a beat.
Where the long whip fell, the clothes must be cracked, and then the flesh was photographed with blood.
When the whip shadow's rebound was over, Gongsun Huowu was already pale.
His body was photographed with lash marks.
But at the same time, the clothes were torn apart from the whip marks.
What used to be a flaming red shirt, now it’s just strips of broken cloth...
"Ah." Gongsun Huowu exclaimed, his pale face turned flushed.
The strips of broken cloth can't be used as a cover at all, and the spring is full of light.
Xiao Yi's face twitched, then turned around and ignored it.
Speaking of it, it was the first time he encountered one of the martial artists of this level of whip.
Xiao Yi shook his head and turned to leave.
Unexpectedly, just at this moment, a torrent of weather suddenly descended.
A middle-aged man, who did not know when he started, appeared not far away from the two.
"A good couple." The middle-aged man sneered.
"However, the young palace master of the dignified Tiansuo Mansion, Gongsun Huowu, at any rate, is the daughter of the famous Tianjiao in my Eighteenth Mansion. Didn't you expect it to be a good way?"
The middle-aged man smiled jokingly.
Gongsun Huowu hurriedly took out a dress from Qiankunjie and put it on.
For the warriors walking outside, there are plenty of spare clothes in the universe ring.
"You..." Gongsun Huowu's face flushed, with rage in shame, staring coldly at the middle-aged man.
"Unexpectedly, Elder Jin Xiong, a predecessor who has been famous for many years, is actually a man of bad words."
"Jin Xiong?" Xiao Yi glanced at the middle-aged man, his face changed slightly.
If you look only at the appearance of a middle-aged person, he doesn't know him.
But he knew the word Jinxiong.
It is the Grand Elder of Wanjin Mansion, the father of Golden Tiger.
"It seems to have come to me." Xiao Yi sneered.
"No." Jin Xiong shook his head, "Originally, I was only looking for you."
"Now, the old man has changed his mind."
"You two, look for it together."
"Look for me?" Gongsun Huowu narrowed his eyes. "What does Elder Jin Xiong mean?"
Jin Xiong remained silent, and didn't even glance at Gongsun Huowu.
A Saint King Realm Nine Layers, he didn't take it seriously.
His eyes were placed on Xiao Yi.
This one sword defeated the evildoer of the fourth elder of his Wanjin Mansion.
Whoosh... Jin Xiong's figure moved instantly.
With a fierce palm, he blasted straight towards Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi didn't care, and the Leng Yan sword in his hand appeared out of thin air.
With the sword coming out, 80,000 new rays fell from the sky, and the stellar fantasy river rolled over.
Boom... In the air, there was an explosion.
Jin Xiong was blasted back several steps, and Xiao Yi blasted back ten steps.
Not far away, Gongsun Huowu showed a look of horror, "So strong, is this guy's true strength?"
At a young age, he is capable of rivaling a strong man in the Ten Thousand Golden Mansion who has been famous for many years.
"Holy Emperor Realm eightfold combat power?" Jin Xiong looked at Xiao Yi coldly, "No wonder you can defeat the fourth elder of Wanjin Mansion with one sword."
Whoosh... Jin Xiong's figure moved again.
Xiao Yi also slashed out with a single sword, and the river of stars crushed by.
However, this time, the river of stars collapsed instantly.
Jin Xiong remained motionless, while Xiao Yi was blasted back dozens of steps under the remaining palm wind.
"Holy Emperor Realm peak." Xiao Yi's expression changed.
Jin Xiong sneered, "Just hurt my son?"
"Boy, from tomorrow, there will be a message within the Eighteenth House."
"You Xiao Yi thief, grabbed Gongsun Huowu's fire veins."
"Gongsun Huowu chased him angrily, but you were arrogant and slaughtered, so you kill him."
"In the end you two died together."
"Hahahaha." Jin Xiong laughed. "Satisfied with the ending like this?"
"Satisfied." Xiao Yi suddenly sneered.
Snooze... There was a sneer in the air.
Jin Xiong's laughter stopped abruptly.
Gu Lulu...a head suddenly rolled on the ground.
Ahead, Jin Xiong's body was already a headless corpse.
Behind him, a fog demon with a terrifying face, who did not know when to rise, waved its sharp and surprisingly sharp sickle.
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Eighth more. (break out)
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