The universe conforms to the supernatural power!

This magical power originates from the Great Master Xue Yu. It can travel through thousands of formations in the world, come and go freely, and is unstoppable!

How can a mere nine-square grid formation stop Liu Yi?

In the blink of an eye, Liu Yi had already flown into the formation, and even displayed the magical power of golden light phantom at his feet. His speed was extremely fast, and his body disappeared like lightning.

Among practitioners, there are many who can fly very fast.

Especially those demon cultivators with wings, their speed is far beyond that of ordinary cultivators.

The higher the cultivation level of a practitioner, the faster the reaction speed.

The flying speed of Liu Yi's golden phantom magical power is only much higher than that of ordinary human immortals, but it is not as good as that of masters in the realm of true immortals.

But at this moment, Liu Yi entered the Nine Palaces Formation.

The monks in the formation thought that this formation could block Liu Yi from the formation, and all the magical powers and spells were bombarded outside the formation. Unexpectedly, Liu Yi seemed to have punctured a layer of white paper and flew into the formation's mask.

internal.

The dragon-patterned sword transformed into sword shadows that filled the sky, moving back and forth in the formation.

His swordsmanship is so powerful that it is rare in the world.

Although the Nine Palaces Formation is mysterious, the formation is not very large. There is only a few tens of meters of space within the four directions of the southeast, northwest and northwest formations.

Liu Yi has the immortal dragon-patterned sword in his hand, and the sword energy in his hand is as sharp as a hundred meters, so it can naturally encompass the entire formation.

The surrounding monks could not see through the formation mask. They could only see bunches of sword edges that pierced the formation mask and extended out. From a distance, the entire formation looked like a hedgehog.

The sword edge released by Liu Yi was like countless barbs on a hedgehog.

"Die!"

A roar came from the formation.

In an instant, the formation dispersed on its own.

Many monks stared at the direction of the formation, and saw only the rolling sky fire and the raging cold air gathered together. The cold light and the fire light continuously collided, making bursts of rumbling explosions.

The ten disciples of Daoxuanzong were all dead!

Everyone's corpses were also burned to ashes by the flames.

However, the head of Master Gu Hui was held in Liu Yi's hand.

This head's eyes were full of disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that he was going to die, and he couldn't believe that Liu Yi actually cut off his head in a matter of seconds.

The monks watching the battle were silent, not even daring to take a breath.

Even the nymphomaniac, who has many female characters, opened his bright eyes wide and looked at Liu Yi with admiration.

The sound of the whistling wind and the rushing water of the Tongtian River seemed particularly clear at this moment.

"Brother Xinyi, get eternal life!"

Hu Tutu suddenly used the method of transmitting sound from thousands of miles away, roared to the sky, and then took out the shocking war drum that Liu Yi had temporarily handed over to him, and placed it in front of him.

Boom, boom, boom!

Boom, boom, boom!

The sound of war drums was so shocking that people were stunned.

No one saw how Liu Yi killed Master Gu Hui, but at this moment, Master Gu Hui’s head seemed to have been held in Liu Yi’s hand!

Even the four great swordsmen of the Xuantian Sect, Wang Zhixuan and Huang Wushen of the Daoxuan Sect, the two eminent monks of Buddhism, and the red-blooded old monster of the Qingtian Immortal, did not see clearly how Liu Yi killed the enemy and how he beheaded him.

The enemy's head.

Snap!

Liu Yi casually threw the head of Master Gu Hui into the Tongtian River, and the head hit the water with a crisp sound.

Immediately, a gurgling sound of bubbles emerged from the river water, and Master Gu Hui's head sank.

Naturally, the souls of the ten people cannot be left behind.

"Xuan Tian Zong wins this battle!"

Liu Yi raised his sword eyebrows, looked around, and slowly flew up to the flags set up by the two eminent monks of Daning Temple. He clenched his fingers into fists and punched the gong three times.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Only at this moment did the two eminent monks of Daning Temple react.

The vacuum monk shouted loudly: "In the second battle of the Supreme Ten, Xuantian Sect wins!"

Jie Kong Monk and Liu Yi were old acquaintances, but he didn't say much at the moment. He just took a deep look at Liu Yi and thought in his heart: "It is rumored that a sword edge left by Ling Qiujian fell into Liu Yi's hands.

But just when Liu Yi beheaded the disciples of Xuantian Sect, the poor monk did not feel the edge of Ling Qiujian. Could it be that he relied on his own strength, one against ten, to kill all the disciples of Daoxuan Sect in the blink of an eye?

Beheaded, not even the soul can escape?"

After the battle, Liu Yi walked step by step in the air, walking very slowly towards the top of Beifeng.

The biting cold wind blew on Liu Yi.

Because he flew so high, the monks around him had to raise their heads to see Liu Yi's figure clearly.

At this moment, everyone seemed to have an illusion, as if Liu Yi walking step by step in the air was not a young boy, but a peerless sword.

Body like a divine sword!

Show off your edge!

Liu Yi walked slowly, very slowly, as if every step he took took a lot of effort. His movements were very slow, and every step he took took several breaths.

Walking slowly in front of everyone is not deliberately pretending, nor is it deliberately showing off one's so-called domineering aura.

In fact, it was because Liu Yi had some realization at this moment. He had to take it step by step in order to vaguely grasp the artistic conception of one step at a time.

If you don't take a step forward, these artistic conceptions will disappear immediately.

If you step too fast, your mood will be affected by the rapid pace.

"It took me a whole night to accumulate my momentum to the peak, and then it vaguely reached the level of a mountain and a river step by step. When I just killed Master Gu Hui on the white jade ring, I released a lot of sword energy, which can be used to kill

The sword of Master Gu Hui is..."

At this thought, Liu Yi couldn't help but close his eyes, remembering the half-sword that Master Xueyu used to kill Gu Hui in the Yuxi Hall, and thought in his heart: "The sword I used to kill Master Gu Hui was...

It originated from Brother Feather's Half-Dao Sword Technique. In the past, I only thought about practicing hard and cultivating ancient magical powers.

I didn't expect that Brother Feather's sword was the true essence of swordsmanship that is hard to find throughout the ages! I had Brother Feather by my side at that time, and I was sitting on a treasure mountain without knowing it. The authorities are confused, but the onlookers know... I don't take that sword to heart, but

As a bystander, Cheng Yifeng sees it more clearly and understands it more thoroughly than I do..."

The Supreme Ten Battles, Cheng Yifeng is also here.

Cheng Yifeng was standing behind the four great swordsmen of Beifeng at this moment, his brows furrowed tightly, but his eyes were full of joy.

Liu Yi just squinted his eyes and flew back to Beifeng again, standing where he had stood all night.

The thin and slender figure, with his back to tens of thousands of monks, stood alone on the top of the peak, as if the majestic North Peak had grown a few feet for no reason, and his body was already in harmony with the heaven and earth.

Whoosh!
Chapter completed!