The second prince was forced to the wall, his legs were shaking with fear, and he said in panic: "Xiao Yi, as long as you save this prince, I will ascend the throne one day, and my glory and wealth will be your share."
Xiao Yi sneered. Judging from the situation, he knew that even if the second prince could survive this battle, the final outcome would not be any better than that of the prince.
Xiao Yi grabbed the second prince and asked solemnly: "Is it true that the mysterious force you just mentioned can help you travel to another world? How much do you know about that mysterious force?"<
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The second prince was stunned at first and didn't understand why Xiao Yi asked this. He secretly wondered whether Xiao Yi, like himself, felt that he couldn't survive in Beidou Continent and wanted to play time travel.
However, the thousand-year-old tyrant will not allow you to communicate properly. He roared wildly and wielded his imperial fist to kill.
"If you want to know, save this prince first." After saying that, the second prince hurriedly hid behind Xiao Yi.
There is no other way, Xiao Yi can no longer stay out of it, he can only fight hard.
The Wudao Heart Sutra once again combines the Xuan Lei Sheng Gong and the Purple Gold Sword Technique into one, releasing the sword energy sharply and even causing thunder to explode.
No matter how hard it was, Xiao Yi faced the thousand-year-old tyrant who was charging at him fiercely. He knew he couldn't beat him, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet.
The sharp sword force was as fast as lightning, and with a flash of cold light, flesh and blood flew everywhere.
As soon as Xiao Yi took action, he severely wounded the thousand-year-old tyrant, but also completely angered this terrible enemy.
Imperial Fist, the fist dominates the court and everyone.
The thousand-year-old tyrant attacked and struck fiercely with his fists, ignoring the Netherworld sword, and fought hard at close quarters.
The two sides were attacking each other, and Xiao Yi had the speed advantage at the beginning. As the battle continued, the unfavorable situation began to show.
The handle of the Netherworld Broadsword was almost bent, and the blade suffered a heavy blow, giving the impression that it was almost broken.
Xiao Yi himself also received a punch and felt that his bones were about to fall apart.
Unexpectedly, this is just the beginning of the Millennium Tyrant's offensive. The power of the Imperial Fist is getting stronger and faster with each attack.
At the back, Xiao Yi no longer had any advantage in speed, forcing Xiao Yi to use the Nether Umbrella instead and take a defensive stance.
At this moment, in Xiao Yi's eyes, there were no longer one or two fists coming towards him, but countless fists slamming into the Netherworld Umbrella like a violent storm.
The battle situation was very unfavorable. Xiao Yi retreated again and again. Behind him was the second prince who was forced to the wall and looked desperate.
Not far away, Jiang Qi supported Jing Yihan. Everyone could see the anxiety in his heart. If he didn't take action, Xiao Yi would be finished with the second prince.
Jing Yihan said calmly: "Jiang Qi, release all the thunder power to me."
"This... is no problem, but with your physical condition, can you really do it?" Jiang Qi was not very optimistic. Looking at Jing Yihan's appearance, he could no longer stand still.
"You can reserve the power of a lightning flash and send me there." Jing Yihan's eyes were firm and unwavering.
After hearing this, Jiang Qi's eyes widened: "What, you asked me to send you over to fight, have you considered my feelings? Look at how dangerous it is over there."
As Jiang Qi was talking, he suddenly realized something was wrong: "Wait a minute... Why are you asking me to retain the power of a lightning flash? Is it possible..."
That's right, Jing Yihan had no intention of leaving a way out for himself if he failed to become Ren, and he didn't even consider Jiang Qi's way out.
"It's too late, can you help me, or can you help Xiao Yi?" Jing Yihan looked at Jiang Qi firmly, waiting for a reply.
The sounds of the battle and Xiao Yi's gradually weakening momentum reminded Jiang Qi that time was running out.
Looking at Xiao Yi struggling to hold on, watching the Netherworld Umbrella deforming under the bombardment again and again, Jiang Qi was fighting with fear in his heart.
Jing Yihan did not urge anymore, but patted Jiang Qi on the shoulder, conveying trust and determination to fight side by side.
"Madman, you bunch of madmen, I will definitely break up with you from now on."
Jiang Qi gritted his teeth and released all the thunder power to give Jing Yihan the greatest support.
"Thank you!" Jing Yihan began to absorb the thunder and lightning, restore his fighting power, and concentrate all his power on his fist. Life or death depended on this blow.
Amid the second prince's cry for help, Princess Yinyue finished adjusting her breath, vomited out the congestion, and clasped her palms together, ready to fight again.
"Let's go!" Jing Yihan yelled, and after finishing his thunder fist, he waved his fist and exploded with the power of thunder.
Jiang Qi also tried his best. He was now Jing Yihan's legs. He supported Jing Yihan and used his last strength to rush towards the thousand-year-old tyrant.
From another angle, Princess Yinyue leaped away and struck out the Xuanbing Palm.
This is the last chance, the last ditch effort.
Xiao Yi, Jing Yihan, and Princess Yinyue joined forces to attack. Everyone did not hold back and tried their best to survive.
All the masters of the Royal Guards watching the battle were sweating for them, and their nervous hearts could hardly bear it.
Even though the Millennium Tyrant's attacks are still fierce, his power has dropped to the ninth level of the mortal realm, and is even declining significantly.
Xiao Yi took the lead in defense, holding on to the Nether Umbrella tightly to block the Millennium Tyrant's attack and consume the Millennium Tyrant's power.
Jing Yihan's thunder fist and Princess Yinyue's black ice palm struck together, hitting the thousand-year-old tyrant hard.
The power of thunder and the cold air inflicted heavy damage on the Thousand-Year-Old Tyrant, and finally made the Thousand-Year-Old Tyrant vomit blood.
However, the thousand-year-old tyrant ignored it and ignored the worsening of the injury. He continued to attack the Nether Umbrella with his imperial fist, threatening to destroy the magic weapon.
With an extremely heavy blow, the explosive momentum came with pressure, causing the ribs of the Netherworld Umbrella to be severely deformed and almost unable to hold on.
Xiao Yi tried his best to support the master, but there was no way to retreat from behind.
But the punch of the Millennium Tyrant was too powerful, and the lethality was transmitted to Xiao Yi through the Nether Umbrella, and then to the second prince through Xiao Yi.
Before the poor second prince could react, he was blown away by this lethal force and turned into blood mist.
After this punch, the power of the thousand-year-old tyrant who had fought fiercely for so long has dropped to the eighth level of the mortal realm, and the crazy momentum has disappeared.
Jing Yihan and Princess Yinyue all used their strength to block the blow just now. It was too late. Everyone's life and death depended on Xiao Yi.
However, Xiao Yi struggled to hold on, and his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't even hold the Nether Umbrella and fell to the ground.
"We can't lose, we can't end like this." Xiao Yi gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and simply used his body to make a brutal collision and hit the thousand-year-old tyrant.
With a powerful blow, carrying everyone's hope, Xiao Yi knocked the thousand-year-old tyrant away in one fell swoop.
"Please, end it, I don't want to fight anymore."
After this collision, Xiao Yi, who was almost exhausted, stumbled, swaying one step at a time, and finally fell to the ground unsatisfactorily, gasping for air.
At this moment, everyone is staring at the location of the Millennium Tyrant, feeling as nervous as they feel, and as frightened as they feel.
The violent aura was gone, and the thousand-year-old tyrant remained motionless, like a tired tiger, quietly leaning on a pile of ruins.
(This is the end of the first phase of this book. Thank you for your continued support. If you feel that the update is slow, you can check out my completed novels, "Xian Zhi: Wu Qing Tian Xia", "The Land of the Abyss" and "Those Who Suddenly Disappeared"
"Classmate", and there is also a book "Ten Thousand Ways Without Boundaries" which can be read on qq.)
