The martial arts platform in front of the emperor.

Li Ziye's sword severely damaged the Qianye clan's peerless genius.

unexpectedly.

At the critical moment, Chiba Mao's reminder allowed Chiba Feiyu to avoid the critical point.

Angry, Qianye Feiyu activated the power of the God of Disaster in his body to quickly repair his body.

The phantom of the god of disaster appeared, with eight swaying heads, and its power was earth-shattering.

On Qianye Feiyu's chest, the sword wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The God of Disaster, Evil Yuan, reappeared with amazing regenerative abilities.

"Oops!"

When Bai Wangyu and others saw this scene, their hearts sank.

"The power of the God of Disaster actually has this purpose?"

Hua Feng came back to his senses and said in a deep voice, "The young master also has the power of the God of Disaster. Why can't the wound heal on its own?"

"Brother Li's situation is special."

On the side, Bai Wangyu said solemnly, "Whether it's the power of the Heavenly Book, the medicinal properties of the colorful lotus heart, or the magical power of the Baqi God of Disaster, after entering Brother Li's body, they all seem to disappear out of thin air. The power that really works is ten

It’s less than one, and the remaining power is missing. Brother Li can’t use it at all. In addition, the power of the God of Disaster in Qianye Feiyu’s body is weird, and it seems that he still retains part of the will of the God of Disaster.”

"It's just external force."

In front of the two of them, Li Qingzhi's eyes flashed coldly, and he said, "When they used the power of the God of Disaster, the Baqi God of Disaster was still alive, so it would be difficult to completely erase his will. Now, the power of the God of Disaster has become incompatible with their own.

The power of the God of Disaster is completely integrated into one, and it is impossible to erase the will in the power of the God of Disaster, which is equivalent to self-destruction."

"That doesn't mean..."

Hua Fengdu narrowed his eyes and said, "Everyone in the Qianye clan has this amazing power of regeneration."

"Won't."

Li Qingzhi said coldly, "External forces are, after all, heresy. With the improvement of cultivation, this power of disaster becomes a burden, especially when it impacts the five realms. Any small imperfection will lead to obsession, and even the body will be possessed."

The five realms of the Qianye clan should know this truth better than anyone else. Therefore, if you cannot completely refine the will of the God of Disaster before entering the five realms, you can only try your best to seal these powers."

"However, the young master has already used the Bing Zi Jue once. Now that Qianye Feiyu has fully recovered from his injuries, the young master's previous efforts have been in vain."

From behind, Hua Feng looked at the battle ahead and said in a solemn voice, "Moreover, with the young master's endurance, the move just now can only be used once at most. It's not good!"

"What's even worse is that Brother Li's previous sword attack has made Qianye Feiyu wary."

On the side, Bai Wangyu said solemnly, "With the last sword, it will be difficult for Brother Li to find such a good opportunity again."

A room between three people talking.

On the martial arts platform.

Qianye Feiyu noticed the trembling right hand of the young man in front of her, and the murderous intent in her eyes became more intense.

It seems that the previous move was not without cost.

The Li family's heir should use the same move at most once.

As long as he blocks it one more time, the winner of this battle will definitely be decided.

Thinking about this.

Qianye Feiyu shouted deeply, and his figure flashed past, striking first.

"boom!"

The two swords exchanged, and with a violent force impact, Li Ziye's feet suddenly slid several feet away.

"Flying Immortal Technique."

The sword power resumed, Li Ziye stepped on it, his figure was like an illusion, and afterimages were flying around.

"It's colder at midnight!"

The sword was like thunder, incredibly fast, and the blood-stained sword whistled softly in the wind and snow.

"Heaven's Majesty, the ghosts walk in the white night!"

In the middle of the martial arts field, Qianye Feiyu concentrated his attention and waved the divine sword in his hand. Suddenly, boundless evil energy filled the air, turning the battle situation into a world of ghosts.

In the void, the phantom of Baqi looks up to the sky and roars. The evil energy reaches it and all living things are destroyed.

During the war,

Li Ziye was hit by the evil energy in the sky, and his figure suddenly slowed down a bit.

It was a momentary breach.

Qianye Feiyu moved.

Between the eyes.

Sweeping in front of Li Ziye.

"The Emperor of Heaven, Yuexi!"

The divine sword fell, its edge dazzling.

"Keng!"

The two swords exchanged, and a harsh friction sound was heard. Li Ziye stepped to avoid the fatal sword, and the sword in his hand once again exploded with astonishing attack power.

"The secret blessing of Liujia, the most powerful soldiers!"

The sword pierced the air, all the power gathered, and penetrated directly into the chest of the unparalleled genius of the Qianye clan in front of him.

"Well!"

With a muffled groan, the long sword came out of his body, blood spurted out, dyeing the sky red with flying snow.

"Feiyu!"

Outside the battle, Chiba Mao and others were shocked when they saw this scene.

"Master Li wins."

Opposite the Jiowu stage, Shirakawa Hideze said with a hint of joy on his face.

"wrong!"

In the rear, Hua Fengdu and Bai Wangyu looked at the battle ahead, and their expressions darkened.

But see the center of Jiawutai.

Chiba Feiyu, who had been severely injured, suddenly curved her mouth and reached out to grab the arm of the young man in front of her.

"You fell into the trap!"

With a soft word, Qianye Feiyu raised the divine sword in his hand and immediately chopped it down mercilessly.

"Owner!"

Outside the battle, Hua Feng saw this and immediately shouted, reminding the second young master to prepare to save people.

At the same time, on the opposite side of the martial arts platform, Chiba Mao and others who had come back to their senses had cold eyes and were ready to stop them.

Feiyu wins for sure!

Unexpectedly.

Just at this moment.

In the battle situation, variables reappear.

Just a short distance away, Li Ziye's eyes burst out with dazzling brilliance as his arm was grabbed.

"I forgot to tell you that I know how to do it. It's not just about swordsmanship."

With a soft shout, Li Ziye let go of the sword in his hand, grabbed Qianye Feiyu's arm with his backhand, and immediately moved forward instead of retreating, hitting him straight.

"Tai Chi is strong, the backing is shaking!"

There was a loud rumble, and Qianye Feiyu, who had not yet had time to gather the body-protecting energy, was unprepared and was immediately knocked back half a step.

At an almost body-to-body distance, it was difficult for the long sword to show its edge. Li Ziye pressed forward step by step and punched his opponent hard in the chest again.

"Well!"

With a muffled groan, Qianye Feiyu stepped back again. The long sword that penetrated his chest was not pulled out, and the injury could not be recovered.

"Tai Chi Jin."

"Strong soldiers and extremely powerful soldiers!"

There was only one chance, and Li Ziye didn't want to miss it. With a loud shout, he forcibly concentrated all his energy into one arm, and used his flesh and blood to endure the Dao Sect's Bingzi Jue.

In an instant, blood mist spurted out, completely staining the clothes on his arms red.

"Cloud-turning hand!"

The punch was thrown out with such force that it struck Qianye Feiyu in the chest like a mountain.

There was a click.

The sounds of broken hand bones and sternum were heard at the same time.

In the blood spraying all over the sky, Qianye Feiyu's chest was violently collapsed, and his body flew out like a meteor, hitting him heavily outside the martial arts arena.

Everyone around looked at this result with shocked expressions.

On the martial arts stage, Li Ziye's right arm was hanging down weakly, and the bones in his hand and arm were all broken.

However.

He won!

Li Ziye stretched out his left hand, raised his thumb in the direction of Chiba Mao and others, then turned his finger, gave it a sharp downwards blow, and said in a cold voice:
Chapter completed!