"Why don't we make a bet!" Just when the sword was tense, Yi Tianxing suddenly said unexpectedly, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Betting?" The desert flying eagle stared at Yi Tianxing coldly, but without any relaxation, and his entire aura was still rising.
Yi Tianxing looked at the Flying Eagle in the Desert and smiled softly. At the same time, a purple light flashed in his hand. A huge black long sword had already emerged from the soul ring. It was the Wufeng sword that Yi Tianxing obtained from the nameless soul ring.
"In terms of absolute attack power, none of you is my opponent, even if it is added together!" Yi Tianxing said lightly, as if he was explaining something very ordinary.
"Hmph, you're just a martial king. In terms of attack power, I'm afraid it's just a swordsman who has just entered the Sword King rank!" Xueying's lunar calendar stared at Yi Tianxing and said with a sneer, not just Xue.
Among the thirteen Iron Blood Eagles, there was no change in the face of the Eagle in the Desert, and the rest were all ridiculous.
"A group of idiots!" At this moment, a crisp oriole-like sound rang out in an instant. Liu Yuanlin was looking at them with a pity. Yi Tianxing's attack power was amazing, and they were the most
It is clear, but even they still don’t know what level Yi Tianxing’s strongest attack power can reach! However, none of these people in front of them can match, and Liu Yuanlin absolutely believes this!
"Little girl, you are not afraid of killing your tongue when you say it's too big!" A cold man standing behind the Flying Eagle in the Desert said with a sinister smile, his eyes constantly sweeping over Liu Yuanlin's delicate figure.
"Swish~" However, at this moment, a sharp golden light seemed to have traveled through space and instantly slashed towards the man's throat, with the speed of shocking.
"Bang~" Just as the golden light was approaching, Xueying's mutated soul sword suddenly stirred out, cutting off the light, but even so, the sharp one with extremely murderous intent
The anger still made the strands of hair on the man's forehead slowly fall.
"Hehe, it's better to have ice!" Liu Yuanlin patted Yan Shisan's arm and said generously. The sword just now was from Yan Shisan.
"It's useless to say more. Who among you has the confidence to block my move?" Yi Tianxing looked at the thirteen people in front of him and said calmly, but the aura on his body suddenly changed.
"Sword Qi, you are a dual cultivator!" Feeling this breath, the Flying Eagle in the Desert was stunned and said in surprise, because what Yi Tianxing released was the unique sword of the swordsman at this moment.
gas.
"The seventh style of Yin and Yang Technique, annihilation!" Yi Tianxing shouted softly, and there was a violent thrust between his eyebrows. A strong sword intent gushed out from the Wufeng Sword in Yi Tianxing's hand. The thick Wufeng Sword
It suddenly became strange.
"Broken!" An extremely bright light suddenly released from Yi Tianxing's eyes. At the same time, the sword in his hand stabbed forward with a strange aura. Yi Tianxing's annihilation was seven-style Yin Yang.
The most terrifying attack in the technique is, with one sword coming out, everything is annihilated. Under Yi Tianxing's sword, all things blocking him will be destroyed in an instant, and even space cannot be spared. This is
The true meaning of the sword intent of Yi Tianxing.
"Puff~~" While Yi Tianxing's sword was swinging, a space crack spread out in an instant with the strangeness of the Wufeng Sword. Finally, it even brought a large space in front of him in a loud bang.
After breaking, the entire space fragments peeled off bit by bit, and the extremely frightening wind of space void spread out in an instant.
"Who among you can block it!" Yi Tianxing's Wufeng sword pointed at the desert flying eagle in his hand and shouted loudly. The arrogant aura made the Iron Blood Thirteen Eagle suddenly hind his legs, and in the space, nothingness
Under the wind, Yi Tianxing's figure seemed extremely tall at that moment, and at that moment, it was like a sharp long sword that penetrated straight into the sky.
"Who can block this sword?" Yi Tianxing repeated again, his eyes as lightning. Under this power, the whistling wind was only the sound of the whistling wind in the entire space.
"Huh, it's not the first time I have seen the sword intent, but such a sharp sword intent is the only one I have seen in my life!" After a long time, the Flying Eagle from the Desert breathed a deep breath, with a complex look on his eyes.
He looked at Yi Tianxing and said softly. The snow eagle who had been ridiculing Yi Tianxing before was completely stunned at this moment, and even the soul sword in his hand was trembling slightly.
It is true that as Yi Tianxing said, no one among them could block Yi Tianxing's sword. Even the Flying Eagle, who is the middle-level sword emperor, could not resist it at all. He dared to be sure that the power of this sword was absolutely
The strength of the high-level sword emperor has reached! And the most important thing is that the young man in front of him only uses an ordinary long sword, not his soul sword. If he uses the soul sword, it is the most ordinary
With the yellow rank, the power of this sword must be increased by at least four or five times. This power is just as Yi Tianxing said, even the Iron Blood Thirteen Eagles are irresistible!
"Tell me, what do you want to bet?" Damo Feiying said softly, his expression had returned to his calmness in an instant, as if nothing had happened. This kind of mind also made Yi Tianxing's eyes tremble.
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"It's very simple. No one of your personal combat power can match me. Do you admit this or not!" Yi Tianxing looked directly at the other party and said indifferently, and the Flying Eagle in the Desert nodded slightly.
"Okay, I heard that your Iron Blood Thirteen Eagles' sword formation is very powerful, so I will bet on the sword formation with you!" Yi Tianxing looked at the Flying Eagle in the Desert, and a strangeness flashed through his deep eyes.
"Sword Gambling?" Hearing Yi Tianxing's words, the Flying Eagle of the Desert was obviously stunned. If there was a place where the strongest place of their Iron Blood Thirteen Eagles, it was undoubtedly their sword formation. He never thought that the other party was
He actually chose to bet on the sword with him!
"Are you sure?" Damo Feiying frowned slightly, looked at Yi Tianxing and asked softly.
"Confirm!" Yi Tianxing said firmly, "If you lose, I want you to surrender to us, otherwise the only thing waiting for you is death! I said absolutely!"
"But what if we win, and our sword formation is composed of thirteen people, are you the only one?"
"I'm not that arrogant. The team is against the team, the six of us are against you thirteen!" Yi Tianxing looked at the desert flying eagle and said lightly, "As for winning, hehe, if you win, I will do whatever you ask me to do.
promise!"
"Okay, I've agreed to this bet. If we win, you can kill someone for me!" Damo Feiying said immediately without any hesitation!