A cold air suddenly enveloped the Millennium Tyrant, instantly freezing him into ice.
It was the Princess of Silver Moon. She took advantage of the Millennium Tyrant's distraction and quietly pounced from behind. She put her jade hand on the Millennium Tyrant's back, releasing the cold energy in one fell swoop.
However, the thousand-year-old tyrant was not completely frozen, and the gap where the emperor's golden body was split was still outside the ice.
"Well done!" Jing Yihan gathered thunderous electricity in his fist and charged forward.
Thunder Fist, Thunder Fist, Thunder Fist;
Jing Yihan used all his strength and aimed at the gap in the emperor's golden body to continuously attack. Every attack was carried with the will to fight, and he was bound to break this strongest defense.
The thousand-year-old tyrant roared and shattered the ice on his body. He wanted to fight back, but was frozen by a wave of cold air.
The goddess Xuan Bing Gong freezes everything.
Princess Yinyue is also willing to go all out, exhausting all her energy to forcibly block the action of the thousand-year-old tyrant. How long can it be delayed?
This is the only chance. Jing Yihan keeps attacking and attacking again.
Finally, with unremitting efforts, after fifty thunder fists, the cracks in the Emperor's Golden Body continued to expand, spreading like a spider web, and the Emperor's Golden Body was about to break.
Roar, ho, ho, the power in the thousand-year-old tyrant's body has been accumulated, and the power of the holy realm explodes, finally shattering all the ice and defeating all the cold air.
At that moment, both Jing Yihan and Princess Yinyue were blown away by their energy, and they flew to the side involuntarily.
A force from the air hit Jing Yihan, and the power penetrated his body.
"Kill, kill, kill!" The thousand-year-old tyrant went crazy, and punched Jing Yihan with another force from the air, like a pillar of air.
With Jing Yihan's injuries, if he takes another blow, he will definitely die.
At this time, Princess Yinyue was beyond reach and Xiao Yi was injured and unable to rescue him.
Seeing that Jing Yihan was about to be killed, Jiang Qi rushed into the battlefield at the critical moment and arrived in time at the speed of a thunderbolt to rescue Jing Yihan.
"Oh my God, why am I so stupid? What's going to happen."
Surprise complained and took Jing Yihan to a corner, feeling extremely regretful.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Yi couldn't help but laugh, gripped the Netherworld sword tightly, and gathered strength to fight again.
"Let me come!" Princess Yinyue actually took the initiative to rush forward and faced the thousand-year-old tyrant sternly.
But everyone can see that the coldness of Princess Yinyue has weakened a lot, and there is no biting chill anymore.
However, Princess Yinyue did not waver at all. She raised her jade hand and lightly touched the air, which immediately turned the air into ice and condensed the Xuanbing Mirror.
At this point, everyone can guess what Princess Yinyue will do, but they hope that she can succeed, and the subsequent tasks will be handed over to Xiao Yi.
The thousand-year-old tyrant lost his mind, and regardless of it, he just bombarded the Xuan Bingjing with his imperial fist.
The powerful punch hit Xuan Bingjing firmly, but it was all rebounded by Xuanbingjing and returned to the thousand-year-old tyrant.
Blow after blow, the power of the Imperial Fist bombarded the thousand-year-old tyrant, causing the shattered golden body of the Emperor to be unable to bear it anymore and completely shattered.
Successfully, the efforts of Xiao Yi, Jing Yihan, and Princess Yinyue finally broke through the strongest defense.
But the matter is not over yet, the Millennium Tyrant has just lost its defense, his attacks are still terrifying, and his momentum is still violent.
However, Jing Yihan was seriously injured and lay in the corner to rest.
Princess Silveryue exhausted all her cold energy and temporarily lost her fighting power, so she had to give way.
And Xiao Yi got a chance to breathe, facing the thousand-year-old tyrant alone, and had to fight hard.
"Please, we will give you all our power." The master of the Imperial Guard watched the changes on the battlefield, and his heart almost jumped into his throat.
Xiao Yi also knew that he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders. He looked back at the trembling second prince, feeling angry that he would risk his life for such a person.
There is no other way. Guard the Four Thunder Walls and block the Netherworld Umbrella.
Xiao Yi used the power of the ninth level of the Mortal Realm to set up two lines of defense in succession and take a comprehensive defensive stance.
Having just received a blow from the Imperial Fist and cutting his hand to feel the power of the Holy Realm, Xiao Yi understood that it would be too stupid to attack and could only defend and counterattack.
Jiang Qi saw Xiao Yi's posture and cursed: "Idiot, that guy is too strong, you can't hold it, use speed."
Xiao Yi turned a deaf ear to this and focused all his attention on the thousand-year-old tyrant.
Jing Yihan also told Jiang Qi to shut up, not to influence Xiao Yi, but to believe Xiao Yi.
Everyone was holding their breath and tense to death, knowing in their hearts that if they couldn't hold on to this blow, it would be all over.
The Supreme Imperial Fist dominates the world.
The thousand-year-old tyrant has been striding forward, with the overwhelming aura of the emperor, shaking the earth and mountains with every step, and the power of the imperial fist, oppressing all directions.
The cultivation level of the ninth level of the mortal realm is still improvised. How can it block the power of the holy realm?
At this moment, everyone is not optimistic about Xiao Yi, but they have to put their hope in Xiao Yi.
The four thunder walls blocked the emperor's fist, but the result was that the thunder and lightning collapsed.
At this time, Xiao Yi made an action, which was to kneel on one knee, insert the handle of the Nether Umbrella on the ground, and use the support of the ground to resist the Imperial Fist.
With a solid blow and a loud noise that shook the earth, the Imperial Fist bombarded the Nether Umbrella. Under the powerful impact, the earth suddenly collapsed into a big pit.
Xiao Yi saw the right opportunity and used a lightning flash to escape from the area, then turned around and came back quickly.
Even though the Thousand-Year Tyrant's blow was so powerful that it caused the ground to collapse, it also caused his feet to lose support and he couldn't help but fall with the ground.
Right now, Xiao Yi used his double thunder blades, roared loudly, pounced from behind, and penetrated the thousand-year-old tyrant's body in one fell swoop.
This scene left everyone stunned. This was the first time the thousand-year-old tyrant was injured since the war started.
However, Xiao Yi's face darkened after he succeeded. He realized that the damage was not great, just because the Millennium Tyrant was too strong.
The thousand-year-old tyrant punched Xiao Yi hard in the head with his backhand, knocking him away.
The poor second prince was tiptoeing, trying to escape far away, but he saw Xiao Yi flying over, and he was so scared that he almost lost his soul.
Fortunately, Xiao Yi just passed by the second prince and did not hurt the second prince.
"Oh my god, it hurts!" Xiao Yi covered his head and reluctantly stood up. He was beaten so hard that he staggered every step of the way.
Not far away, the Millennium Tyrant slowly pulled out the twin thunder blades, his eyes still fierce.
The moment he saw the second prince, the thousand-year-old tyrant seemed to be stimulated. He roared angrily, the power of the holy realm exploded, and strong winds blew through the entire palace.
"Go down, how are we going to fight?" Xiao Yi was already unsteady on his feet, but was blown away by the storm and almost fell over, doubling the pressure.
Everyone has clearly noticed that the power of the Millennium Tyrant has dropped a lot, and the power of the Holy Realm has disappeared little by little.
The bad news is that Xiao Yi's borrowed power was almost exhausted, and he was knocked back to his original form at the eighth level of the mortal realm. Coupled with his injuries, he still couldn't fight.
