Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Seven Uniquely Against Six Absolutes!
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Nian Huangcheng, central restricted area.
The void continued to twist, and figures shot out of it awkwardly, falling to the ground with blood spilling out.
"The green-scaled sword crosses the mountain!"
"Shocking Wave Fist Wing Li!"
Some people kept exclaiming that they were all strong men of the younger generation who had entered the Earth-opening realm, but were expelled in such an embarrassing manner. Dozens of people were expelled at the same time, all of whom were on the eighth level of soul-melting heaven.
"What's going on? Is there a large-scale melee?"
"At least the top experts of the younger generation will take action. King Guyang's small world is full of fortunes, and he may find some relics from his predecessors."
Many people speculated, but they couldn't help but exclaimed after getting the exact news.
"Inherited by Saints! Quasi-King Dao Fruit!"
"Creation, God-defying creation, how could there be a Quasi-Kingdom Fruit! No one has gotten it!"
"Seeing the opportunity is in front of you, but it is difficult to get it, this is a kind of torture!"
Many people are no longer indifferent. The inheritance of saints is really too amazing. The most powerful division should also be moved to step into reincarnation and become a saint. Looking at all the worlds, they are not just unknown people, but can be included in the ranking of strong people.
Not to mention a saint, he is the strongest being under the king, let alone a saint who has condensed the Tao Fruit, he is enough to be called a quasi-king.
"Taiyin Saint!"
Above the void, on forty-five stone chairs, the master of the Green Gourd Sword said in a solemn voice: "Five thousand years ago, there was such a saint who was suppressed by King Guyang. The news is not accurate."
"If the King of Humans takes action, we can't predict it. What's more, the human world is vast and boundless. Even if it's my human race, how many strong men are hidden, who can tell clearly."
The one who spoke was the Golden Light Spear Master, who was also a strong man on the Heavenly Ranking. He was sitting on a stone chair, wearing a coarse gray robe. He looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, but there was something magical between his eyes.
The light flickers, making people afraid to look directly.
"Buddha! It turns out that he is the Taiyin Sage and the Merciful King of Guyang. It turns out that he has been suppressed in the small world."
The person who spoke this time was an old monk. His white eyebrows drooped and his face was wrinkled. He was very old, but his eyes were warm and he looked at the jade throne shrouded in holy light in front of him.
"It's fate, but it's not destiny, but it actually lasted for five thousand years." Saint Haoyang frowned slightly, obviously having some insight into the origin of Saint Taiyin.
"Does the saint know the origin of this saint?" The person who spoke was the Lord of Bibo Lake, who was also ranked on the heavenly list.
"I just know a little bit." Saint Haoyang's expression remained unchanged, but his voice sounded in the void, "Saint Taiyin was born with the power of Taiyin. He came to the world 5,200 years ago and was born with a body of nine yins.
He also has the blood of the first generation of saints, with peerless talent and extraordinary understanding. However, because he was born in a hidden clan, his name has not been heard, but among his twenty
He became a respected person at the age of 30 and became a powerful person in 30 years. He entered reincarnation and became a saint before he was a hundred years old. In another hundred years, he went through nine reincarnations and became a saint. He once killed three saints from the god clan on the way to the king of the mountain and river king tribe.
However, it was short-lived and disappeared after the first battle. As for why it was suppressed by King Guyang, there is no record and there is no spread in the world."
Many powerful people frown, as the unknown often has the most variables.
…
Guyang Wang’s small world.
Under the Flame Mountain, a silver-white world covers ten miles of void.
The space barrier in King Guyang's small world is strong. Many people of the younger generation are frightened. If they reach the outside world, they will probably be shattered into void. This is a duel between the seven most powerful people of the younger generation. It will probably turn the world upside down. Many people
After retreating for more than ten miles, some people's eyes changed. This was an opportunity and a chance.
The six most powerful men of the younger generation were surrounding him. Xiao Yi's expression remained unchanged. The world of nothingness was fluctuating. The space barrier swayed with faint ripples. This was a space ripple that was enough to shatter the strongest mountains and shatter the most violent ones.
The sea, but at this moment it is difficult to shake the seven people's figures.
The momentum is like heaven!
The fate of the six young and powerful men intertwined, forming a dark thundercloud in the sky, with silver lightning flashing, and occasionally purple lightning like a dragon, protruding from the thundercloud, exuding terrifying pressure.
All this endless pressure fell on Xiao Yi alone. He had a tall and straight figure, a head of black hair fluttering, and sharp eyes that contained divine light. Between his eyebrows, the silver-white ancient seal characters shone brightly, like the bright sun in the sky, shining in all directions.
The expressions of the six giants of Xiantian were slightly stern, and the Silver War Name was even more than they expected. With the intertwined fate of the six of them, the six Bronze War Names jointly suppressed them, but they could not be shaken at all.
Boom!
There are rolling thunder sounds, rising from the innate body of the giant tree, without any visible appearance. All the thunder sounds originate from his body, and everyone can clearly feel the aura of destruction.
Groan!
There was a clanging sword, originating from Jianjiu and Lingxinxuan. The two men were upright, with sharp edge energy exuding from their bodies, cutting through the void, falling on the space barrier, and splashing countless sparks.
Woo!
The wind blew up in the void world, and the Wind Saint Stepper stood with his hands behind his back. A series of green wind blades were as thin as hair, leaving a series of green traces on the space barrier, and sparks flew.
Xiao Yi's eyes stayed on the two of them. The soft moonlight flowed around the fallen cherry blossoms in the bright moon. The moonlight was like water, pouring down from the void. The cold and hot breaths were intertwined, possessing an indescribable Taoist charm. Not far away
,antiquity
Hengyang stands calmly, wearing a golden battle suit. He is surrounded by golden fire, and his blond hair is crystal clear and bright. If the fallen cherry blossoms are like the bright moon coming to the world, the ancient Hengyang is like the divine sun in the sky, and every inch of his body is stained with the true fire of the sun.
call out!
Without any warning, Lingxinxuan disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Xiao Yi. The purple bamboo sword bloomed, sweeping like the Milky Way, and thousands of sword lights flickered.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
In the world of nothingness, sword energy lotuses bloomed one after another, blue and clear, but endlessly sharp.
In all directions of the Flame Mountain, many people opened their eyes wide and did not dare to release their willpower. In front of the seven most powerful young men, any willpower would be shattered. Despite this, no one could clearly see the mysterious source of inspiration.
With the sword, few people could clearly see Xiao Yi's move.
After three breaths, the wind and waves were calm. I don't know when, but Ling Xuan had returned to the original place. The purple bamboo sword was flowing with purple light, and a bit of cold light flickered on the tip of the sword, which made people shudder.
Bah!
There was a soft sound, and people saw that Xiao Yi's animal robe was torn open on his shoulder. This was an inch-long gash that was cut by the sharp edge, but it failed to damage his body.
"The Five Swords of Tianhe, the Sword of Three Transformations, is well-deserved!"
"This is the third sword of Tianhe Suiluo. The speed of the sword is unparalleled, and the sword's power is like the rolling waves of the Tianhe, falling straight down to the nine heavens."
Some people shouted low, with glaring eyes, and the most powerful men of their generation took action, which was enough for them to gain a lot.
But soon, people realized that something was wrong, because even so, Xiao Yi's eyes did not change at all. On the other hand, Ling Xuan's face turned slightly pale, after three breaths.
Groan!
A sword screamed sadly, and blood flowed from the corner of Lingxinxuan's mouth. He looked at the purple bamboo sword in his hand, and saw cracks as thin as a hair slowly appearing on the sword body. The cracks intertwined and soon covered the entire sword body.
Bang!
The next moment, the purple bamboo sword exploded into pieces, Ling Lingxuan coughed up blood again, and looked at Xiao Yi with an even sharper look.
"The body is incomparable and can be honored!"
Inspiration Xuan's voice was not loud, but it shocked everyone's heart. Indeed, regardless of today's victory or defeat, when it comes to physical attainments, looking at the entire Northern Wilderness and Western Region's younger generation, they should respect the Heaven-Slaying Spear.
Wind Saint Stepper Li snorted coldly and said: "The body is a boat, the spirit is the ferry, the will is the force, and the fighting spirit is the oar. Even if the physical body is strong, without spiritual control, the will is weak, and the fighting spirit is thin, it will be difficult to reach the other shore."
Clang!
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhe Li took action boldly. His body remained motionless, and the wind blades around him were like knives, cutting through the void and killing the void. They almost fell on Xiao Yi in the blink of an eye.
Clang! Clang!
Sparks flew out, but Xiao Yi remained motionless. He stood in the void and was killed by the wind blades one after another, but could not be hurt at all.
What!
Many young people were stunned. They saw red clouds flowing under Xiao Yi's body, Qi and blood surging, like the rise and fall of the tide, coincidentally unknown, one after another wind blades slashing on it, but like a master craftsman forging iron, removing the waste and retaining the essence, not only
It did not leave any scars, but instead made its body purer, crystal clear, with bones and blood looming, and a pure and true charm. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)