Of course Yan Li would not stop. If Yan Shiyi was not here, he would go in. If Yan Shiyi was here, he would go in, so he had already started walking inside.

Li Yong's expression gradually became solemn. He knew that they could not stop the Zhenjun Xiansheng, especially this Zhenjun was still a sword cultivator, and he was still the world-famous "Taibai Sword Sutra". But he did not retreat. His glitz was not wasted in his life. He had already gained permanent sustenance when he was entrusting his loyalty. He was not afraid of death, so he immediately used his strongest move and rushed towards Yanli.

There is no need to say anything, it’s just fighting.

"I'll do it."

Yan Chaoyang's hoarse voice sounded, and the others immediately stopped. It seemed to be the end of reincarnation, or it seemed to be for the unfinished duel. The Dragon Soul Spear and the Silver Snake Sword collided, urging the sky.

"Kill them all!" The puppet king shouted loudly. Her hands were like butterflies passing through flowers. In an instant, countless soul lines were buried in the void, but these soul lines suddenly appeared from the void for some reason, like spider silk that had lost its elasticity, hanging softly from the other end, shrinking listlessly.

Yan Li had walked over, and the people around him had stopped all the puppets. He jumped down from the big hole without any obstacles.

The puppet king didn't want to stop it, but couldn't stop it. She suddenly found that there were many more people around this bastard man, many people who even she thought were difficult. She really couldn't figure out why such a ruthless and kind-hearted man always had so many people around him willing to sacrifice his life to help him.

Of course she couldn't figure it out, because Yan Li had never asked others to fight for him, and these people were fighting for themselves. She watched Yan Li walk past her, just because her soul line suddenly failed. She was very confident that no matter whether Yan Li was the True Lord or the World, as long as the soul line was injected into his body, his life and death would be impossible for him to do so.

She is still very confident now, but she found that she must first deal with the annoying old man in front of her. This old thing with a gray-haired and bearded and wrinkles on her face can kill flies. She had already stepped into the coffin with one foot, but she still looked energetic. When she smiled, she was still as despicable and smart as she used to be.

Yuchi Zhenjin seemed to have seen through her thoughts and said with a faint smile: "You are of course disappointed to see that I am not going to die yet."

The puppet king said hatefully: "If you are old but not dead, you are a thief. What are you?"

Yuchi Zhenjin said lightly: "A person is destined to die when he is old. It doesn't matter what I am, what is important is what I will do."

"Then what are you going to do?" Of course, the puppet king wanted to kill someone immediately, but she couldn't find any flaws in the old thing. She was no longer a newborn calf. She had very rich practical experience. She knew that if she didn't seize the opportunity to kill her, she would definitely die.

A few melancholy appeared on Yuchi Zhenjin's face: "When people are young, they are always inevitably making mistakes, but when they are young, they always have the opportunity to make up for them. Some people say that it seems that they have never been young when they are young."

"It seems like that." The puppet king calmed down and looked at the old man innocently and smiled, "You also think that young people can make up for mistakes, right? So you don't really want to kill me."

"I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about myself." Yuchi Zhenjin showed a sarcastic look on his face.

The puppet king said: "You are not too old at all, you can still run around with these young people." She said as she moved, trying to escape from the inexplicable aura.

Yuchi Zhenjin didn't move a single step. He was still standing there and suddenly laughed: "If a person makes mistakes again when he is old, it will be difficult to have a chance to make up for it, so once he seizes the opportunity, he will not let it go."

The puppet king's footsteps suddenly stopped, and her face showed a look of fear, and she suddenly screamed: "Why do you think of me as your mistake? Why do you interfere with me!"

"Because if it weren't for my thoughts, you wouldn't have lived to this day." Yuchi Zhenjin said lightly, and a flame ignited on his body, a pale flame. In this dark night, it was so eye-catching and proud. As soon as the flame burned, Yuchi Zhenjin's waist seemed to have become twenty years younger. His turbid eyes became clear and bright, and he had already walked towards the puppet king.

This flame is like her nemesis. Not to mention being touched, she even felt an unbearable tingling pain when she looked at her eyes: "Don't come here!" She actually knew what this flame was. This flame was the righteous spirit that the old man practiced in this life. He showed all his life's beliefs, and was undoubtedly the nemesis among the nemesis of people like her.

"If you want me to die, I will kill you first!" She screamed loudly, suddenly showing a mad look, and rushed up instead of going forward. Her hands pierced into the old man's chest and grabbed the old man's heart, but her body immediately had pale flames, and then she fell to the ground and rolled desperately and screamed.

The old man just looked at her indifferently, as if he had expected that he would die, and seemed to have no intention of continuing to live. In the end, both of them turned into ashes in the white flame. Since it was a sharp sword, it would hurt others and of course it would hurt himself.

Seeing his beloved disciple tragically die in the flames, Li Yong's heart was undoubtedly filled with grief and anger, but in the duel with Yan Chaoyang, any distraction was fatal. He undoubtedly had a big taboo. He was immediately shot on his left shoulder, almost killing him.

But Yan Chaoyang did not pursue him. The two of them took dozens of steps back and looked at each other coldly.

"Don't expect me to be grateful to you." Li Yong's emotions fluctuated in his heart, and the murderer who killed his beloved disciple was dead, so he quickly calmed down.

"No need." Yan Chaoyang said coldly.

"Okay, this is a fair showdown. If you die, I will collect the corpse for you." Li Yong's mobilization of the Qi Domain has reached its peak, and the divine realm naturally appears.

The two people collided with their divine realms, and sparks immediately burst out. At this moment, the virtual realm and the real world were no longer different from each other, because the areas under which they ruled were all colliding desperately. If one of them could not hold on, they would undoubtedly end up in the subsequent duel. The masters fought against each other, and the chance was originally a glimmer of life, and that glimmer of life was to fight for with their lives.

At one moment, Li Yong's divine realm was slightly superior. When the phantom of thousands of snakes raised their heads and vomited a letter, he shook the silver snake sword in his hand, and a phantom of the big snake in the sky bit Yan Chaoyang. Yan Chaoyang's pupils shrank, and the divine realm was suppressed at the extreme. He also "took" to retreat, his wrists shook barely, and emitted a gun shadow like a dragon in the sky, but it seemed that it was still a little bit short of fire, and a snake shadow was missing. He was about to be bitten. He roared, and the dragon soul gun suddenly flew out of his hand and penetrated through the throat of the phantom of the big snake. The phantom shattered in response, but he seemed to have forgotten that the real fatal thing was never an illusion, but it was always human beings themselves, because no matter whether it was unique, magical powers or magical realm, the people who controlled them were human beings themselves.

Li Yong was undoubtedly the deadly man, the deadly snake sword, the deadly sword, and the deadly sword light. When he thought the victory or defeat was set, he found that Yan Chaoyang in front of him suddenly disappeared, and his throat was pierced from behind. In the moment of life and death, a picture appeared in his mind without much effort:

The Dragon Soul Spear flew out of his hand and swayed on the bluestone floor. Then the blue divine light shone brightly, Yan Chaoyang's figure emerged from the gun, and then he pulled the gun and stabbed it, and the outcome was truly revealed. It turned out that the person he really forgot was him. He shouldn't have forgotten, and he shouldn't have underestimated his opponent.

There are not so many assumptions in this world, but Yan Li still couldn't help thinking about assumptions. He jumped down from the gap, and what he thought about most was Yan Shiyi's safety, but when he fell steadily on the top of the stone pillar, he immediately laughed because he heard a laugh.

In normal times, he was a little tired of this laugh because there was too much arrogance in the laughter, and the strong blooming of his self always gave people a feeling of offense. But now he wanted to listen to the laughter for three days and three nights, and he couldn't help but want to laugh, but finally he endured it.

He climbed quietly among the pillars like an ape, in the direction where the laughter came out. Within half a quarter of an hour, the master of laughter, Haiyun God Mother, who was confronting him in the air, didn't take long to know why Yan Shiyi was still alive, because Deadpool didn't take any action from beginning to end.

Although Deadpool's skeleton hand was always pressed on the knife, and although he exuded a strong fighting spirit all over his body, he never took action.

The Mother of Haiyun finally couldn't stand it, and suddenly stopped, stared at Yan Shiyi and said, "Why don't you use your strongest means?"

"It's really not beautiful." Yan Shiyi floated in the air, his breath was even and stable, and his voice was full of magnetic. "What is the strongest method? Even if I wave a casual knife, it must be full.

If you do your best, you will definitely be the strongest knife.”

Haiyun God Mother sneered: "What you mean is that your limit is limited to this."

"It's really unfortunate." Yan Shiyi still let out a strange chuckle, "My limit is that there is no limit, so every time I swing a knife, it is stronger and more limiting than the last time. Didn't you notice it?"

Haiyun's Goddess's face turned pale. She had to admit that Yan Shiyi was right. She had gradually felt the pressure, but she was a woman after all, the goddess of the gods. If she were the kind of god who would fight with people at any time, she would never have lived until now. So she suddenly smiled and said, "Deadpool, I think you can't hold back anymore, so why don't you be his opponent."

Deadpool stepped forward without hesitation: "Then, please ask the Goddess Mother to come to my king. I think she needs help now."

"As you wish." Haiyun God Mother left immediately.

Yan Li retracted his body into the shadow, and his pupils slightly contracted. These two are undoubtedly the strongest swordsmen in their respective races. There is no one who is right in the sword path, but in terms of cultivation, Deadpool is undoubtedly stronger. He doesn't know what the duel between these two will be. So many people outside are fighting desperately and buying time for him, so he must not stay here.

He could only pray for Yan Shiyi secretly. He must now focus all his thoughts on the sealing star spirit, so he left quietly.

Neither of the two of them noticed. In fact, the two sides had noticed each other long outside the Baiyang Palace. It can even be said that their duel had begun since then. Deadpool discovered that Yan Shiyi had some heart on him at any time, so he kept following him. At this moment, there was undoubtedly only opponents left in their eyes. Not to mention that they did not find someone next to them, even if they found it, they would not care.

They must use all their energy to deal with their opponents, because a slight slack or relaxation may reveal flaws. Both sides are top swordsmen and super strong men in the world of Jambudvipa. Any negligence may have an impact on the final outcome.

"Now it's only you and me left." Deadpool said with a smile.

"Now we might as well pull out the knife." Yan Shiyi also said with a smile.

Both of them pulled out their swords, and the sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard, one as high as a dragon's roar, and the other as clear as a phoenix. One of them had a purple qi domain, and the other had a black qi domain. The two qi domains had collided together, and it seemed that they were just testing and did not look very intense.

Deadpool suddenly said, "Is it convenient to ask a question?" His tone seemed to be reminiscing with his old friends, as if what they were about to have was not a life-and-death battle, but just a competition between friends.

"You ask." Yan Shiyi said.

Deadpool said: "What is the meaning of practice for a human like you?"

Yan Shiyi said: "This cannot be considered a problem at all."

Deadpool said: "Why?"

Yan Shiyi said: "Because there is no need to ask about this at all."

Deadpool said: "Then, let me change the question. Your cultivation is all contributed by my fellow tribe. Your practice system is based on the suffering of my fellow tribe. What do you think about this?"

Yan Shiyi smiled. This matter was not a burden to him at all. He said without caring at all: "The reason why the strong are strong is because no matter what environment he puts him in, he is an unquestionable strong man."

Deadpool understood, because he understood, he sighed, because he had discovered that humans seemed to be more adaptable to the world than the Protos.

Now both sides have entered the transcendent realm of nothingness, selflessness, and invincibleness. The Qi Domain of both sides has not changed much, but at the level that cannot be seen by the naked eye, countless sword lights are fighting. Just when the momentum of both sides has reached its peak, the instantaneous battle has exceeded thousands of rounds.

Both sides bet on what they have learned throughout their lives into this duel, but in an instant, they couldn't help but breathe; time seemed to finally catch up with the scene, and the two swords were suddenly handed over together, and waves of air fluctuated, like waves of sea waves.

They all know that the next move must be decided, and one of them must close his eyes forever.

At this moment, a loud "boom" sounded like a loud "underground space".
Chapter completed!