Chapter 2673: The sword keeps on

Bang...
Xiao Yi's body shook, and the sharp sword and long needle that penetrated the spiritual consciousness in his body shattered instantly.
The figures of Xia Chuan and First Xiao were shocked and retreated.
"So strong spiritual sense." Xia Chuan said with a cold face.
"Sure enough." First Xiao said coldly, "This kid's spiritual knowledge is far stronger than a warrior in the same realm."
"If I'm not mistaken, this kid is physical training, and it's ultimate physical training."
The spiritual sense around him was shocked, "Extreme body cultivation like Tang Zhan?"
"No wonder the resilience and strength of this child's spiritual sense are amazing."
The spiritual consciousness of physical training is far stronger than that of martial artists of the same level, and the ultimate physical training is even worse.
"No." First Xiao said coldly, "I think his physical strength is strong, his practice is stronger than the ultimate physical practice."
"Compared with him, the ultimate physical training is not a normal physical training, I am afraid it is a normal martial artist."
"Cultivation against celestial bodies?" Tang Zhan's eyes narrowed. "When I was still in the main hall, I heard from the master of the Asura Hall that one of us in the Asura Hall had lost a long time against celestial bodies."
"Name Shura battle body."
"It seems that this child cultivates this practice."
"If I can get this kid's memory and practice this technique..." Tang Zhan's eyes flashed with enthusiasm.
First Xiao sneered, "This kid has countless methods. I guess there are so many precious memories on him."
Gu Lie said coldly, "It seems that not only the ungrown ancient cherry tree is a treasure, but this kid is also a treasure."
Han Liang smiled contemptuously, "Hmph, not only can I get revenge this time, I can make the Eight Halls lose an evil evildoer, but I can also gain a little more."
"When I think of this, I feel wonderful in my heart and feel a lot more comfortable."
"Ghosts sternly."
Han Liang pointed out sharply.
The battle never stops.
Xiao Yi retracted the sword and blocked it. The sword closed for a moment, and the ice and snow condensed in front.
"Feng Huo Yan Yan." Yan Feng waved his hand.
The flames are fierce, devouring ice and snow.
Han Liang's finger, no longer blocked, pointed directly at Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes, "Do you want to hit me with a ghostly finger?"
"as you wish."
Xiao Yi didn't defend and counterattacked, and blasted out with a sword, "Dawn and Promise."
boom…
The sword shadow trembled, and the space collapsed instantly.
The tip of the sword immediately collided with the tip of the finger.
Boom...boom...boom...boom...boom...
The roar erupted more than sixty times within an instant.
Under such a tyrannical offensive, a burst of air flow swept out of the two of them.
A group of spiritual consciousness, back again and again.
Xiao Yi didn't move, Han Liang was shaken back by two steps.
Han Liang looked at his fingertips in disbelief, the fingertips thinned a little.
He knows that if he is not in the state of spiritual consciousness now, his double designation is already and even abandoned.
"I regret that my ghosts and gods sternly, I am the one who lost?" Han Liang was a little unbelievable.
He once pointed out that Yao Zun was seriously injured.
Xiao Yi sneered, "Is it true that you are still the murderous Han Liang? Is it true that you still have the strength of cultivation?"
"The mere spiritual sense also wants to regret it with me? Overpowered."
Speaking like this, Xiao Yi's hand holding the sword still trembled a little.
The fire, the wind, and the strange attack came again.
Xiao Yi wielded a sword in one hand, and the same thunder and lightning rushed out.
The battle, even if such an astonishing power erupted, only stopped both sides for a moment.
Han Liang was blasted back, and then countless powerful spiritual consciousnesses still besieged.
Xiao Yi's sword didn't stop at all.
The sword shadow is like a dance, becoming the most eye-catching place in this dark underground at this moment.
The dense, tide-like siege is basically overwhelming and overwhelming.
This kind of battle has continued.
Time is also in this sword shadow, constantly passing by.
One hour, two hours... half a day... one day.
The sword dance continued all day and night.
Han Liang, Xia Chuan and others may have a chance to breathe when they are repelled.
Surrounded by powerful spiritual consciousness, between fighting and wandering, there may be periods of rest.
However, the arrogant body in Jian Ying never stopped, and there was no chance to breathe.
"It's terrible toughness." Xia Chuan stepped back and temporarily escaped from the dense siege, frowning.
"One day and one night, he kept swinging his sword. With such a intensive offensive, he had to swing his sword thousands of times every second."
"One day and one night, one can imagine how many swords he swung."
Gu Lie also retreated to Xia Chuan, "This kid, what a terrible fighting level."
"Our demon hunter in the Demon Hunting Palace, with all means, are all born for combat."
"Compared with this, the old man actually feels ashamed?"
Tang Zhan nodded slightly, "It's really terrifying. With such fighting instinct and combat experience, this kid is definitely the kind of murderous man who crawls out of a sea of ​​corpses."
"Unfortunately, this kid is still the kind of evil that grows more and more courageously in every battle."
"If this kid was born millions of years earlier, I am afraid that in that era, the light of all the strong and all enchanting will be completely concealed by him."
Han Liang squinted his eyes. "The fighting instinct is nothing more. This kid seems to be a born executioner, like a murderous demon who ignores everything."
"Watching him take action, almost the sword and sword are fierce, seeming to fight hard, but in fact, every time he confronts him, there must be a spiritual sense under his sword to be killed."
"How many talents did this kid kill to sharpen this kind of killing ability."
The first Xiao chuckled, "It's rare that everything can be done, but everything is shocked; it is obviously a mixed method, but no method will be wasted in his hands."
"Any kind of method seems to bloom in his hands the most perfect brilliance and the sharpest power of these methods."
"Horrible, really scary."
"Compared with him, this first Xiao of mine seems to be a little insufficient."
Yan Feng sneered and glanced at the surrounding world, "He is indeed excellent, but it is a pity that he will die here."
"Here is a steady stream of spiritual consciousness, and it consumes energy to kill him."
"Besieged layer by layer, and the water can't leak, it is enough to exhaust him and exhaust his vitality."
Everyone nodded.
With such an astonishing number, ten million? hundreds of millions? Or more?
Such endless exhaustion, let alone Xiao Yi, even at the level of Yaozun and Lao Yaozun, or even stronger, would be consumed alive.
Here, there is no aura, the law of heaven and earth does not exist, and there is nothing to restore strength.
Time passed by.
Under Xiao Yijian, the spiritual consciousness was split apart.
He seems to have been numb, but his eyes are still cold.
No matter how numb, he still knows what he is doing and what to do.
On the contrary, his arm felt a little numb, breathing, and a little ups and downs.
For the first time, he felt that time flies so slowly.
He still has to watch six days and six nights, no, only five days are left.
Another day passed.
There are four days left.
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First more.