"It's a big tone." The middle-aged man laughed a few tis as if he heard a big joke.
"Kill without a sword?"
"Boy, could it be that your head was crushed?"
"Press ."
The middle-aged man shouted again and waved his hand.
The martial arts power that was pressing on Xiao Yi's body increased again.
"Puff." Xiao Yi spouted out blood, his face extrely pale.
However, from beginning to end, his eyes were always cold and firm.
"It's just the second layer of the Saint King Realm. If I can't stand it, I still talk about how to hurry and how to find soone."
Xiao Yi muttered to himself. Although he felt uncomfortable, he stared at the middle-aged man.
"Using the realm to press down? Then see who presses whom."
When the words fell, Xiao Yi shouted violently, "Get up in the field of ice."
boom
Amazing martial arts power appeared out of thin air.
The icy breath swept over a kiloter.
The field of middle-aged people was imdiately resisted by a few points.
However, the martial arts power that was pressing on Xiao Yi's body has not dissipated, making him extrely uncomfortable.
"That's the ability?" The middle-aged man sneered, "Really a joke?"
"Just relying on your domain, want to offset this deacon's Hundred Paths domain? Overpowered."
"This is your last chance." The middle-aged man's voice beca more and more ferocious.
"Kneel down and plead guilty."
"Otherwise, die."
In the distance, Cao Lei frowned, but did not move.
On the other side, Qing Lin pressed against the three major city masters, but still failed to end the battle. Seeing the situation on Xiao Yi's side, his expression beca more anxious.
Click... Click... Click...
Within the martial arts power, Xiao Yi's fist was clenched tightly, making a click.
The palm that had been deford was forcibly returned to normal by him.
The bone shifted and he forcibly recovered, the kind of inhuman pain that could not even make him frown.
He didn't speak anymore, just looked directly at the middle-aged man.
In the cold eyes, a murderous intent, I don't know when to start, and it gets worse.
To be more serious, the palm of his hand began to dance mysteriously without knowing when.
Within a kiloter of a radius, the intense murderous intent beca intense and terrifying within just a few breaths.
"Three cold palms, murderous intent." Xiao Yi burst out with a palm, but the palm of his hand suddenly stopped.
"What's the matter?" Xiao Yi's expression suddenly changed.
It's not that his palm cannot be photographed.
Instead, his heart suddenly beca enthusiastic and agitated.
Suddenly, the fanatical heart beca cold again.
In his eyes, a touch of blood appeared, that was the most intense murderous intent.
In my heart, there was a killing intent, and his negligence beca irrepressible.
"What the **** is going on?" Xiao Yi was startled.
This kind of strange killing intent, this kind of murderous intent that made his rock-solid sword heart uncontrollable, made him have to wonder, and he had to be seriously vigilant.
Three cold palms, he has been useless for a long ti.
But since the last ti he consulted Senior Luo, he already knew the purpose of domain martial arts and wanted to try this ti.
Domain martial arts, integrated into the domain, can raise the domain to a level out of thin air.
But now, what's going on?
His heart was restless, but extrely cold.
His eyes beca more and more red.
He thought about it, but didn't realize that the wisps of blood in the air had completely covered a radius of thousands of ters without knowing when.
In the distance, Cao Lei's expression changed for the first ti, "It's amazingly murderous, what's the matter?"
Cao Lei's old gaze stared at the **** murderous intent that was so dense in the air that it beca solidified, and his brows wrinkled tightly.
At the sa ti, the realm sacrificed by the middle-aged person, as well as the martial arts power, gradually collapsed under the blood, and ceased to exist.
"How is it possible?" The middle-aged man's eyes were startled, "The strong killing intent, forcibly dispersing the martial arts power?"
As for Xiao Yi himself, he also gradually felt this change.
In my heart, the restless cold killing intent could no longer be suppressed.
He suddenly understood.
But he suddenly murdered!
"Han Bing's three palms, the second palm, monstrous." The cold words ca out from Xiao Yi's mouth.
Whoosh... Xiao Yi's figure suddenly disappeared in place.
"So fast." The middle-aged man's face changed.
Xiao Yi's cultivation base at the extre celestial peak was beyond the reach of the eyes of a holy king realm.
"Be careful." Cao Lei suddenly shouted.
The middle-aged man's complexion changed, and Xiao Yi had appeared beside him out of thin air before he could react.
Around him, the cold **** murderous intent in the air suddenly restrained him tightly.
The **** eyes in Xiao Yi's eyes made him swallow.
"Three cold palms, monstrous." Xiao Yi's voice suddenly beca hoarse.
With a palm, he blasted out.
Boom... a loud noise.
The middle-aged man was bombarded directly under this palm.
The body that was proud of was actually blasted with an obvious sunken palm print on his chest.
"So strong." After the middle-aged man stood still, his face changed.
Whoosh...
Xiao Yi's figure appeared out of thin air again.
Boom... It's another palm boom.
"Puff." The middle-aged man spit out blood and was blown away again.
"How is it possible." The middle-aged man's face was instantly solemn.
He is a strong man in the Holy King Realm, and his understanding of martial arts is extrely high.
But he had no way to understand Xiao Yi's current combat power.
He was just intuition, every ti Xiao Yi blasted out of his palm, it seed to be connected with the rich blood color of this kiloter.
A palm blasted out, no less than the monstrous killing intent of this kiloter.
Boom...boom...boom...
Xiao Yi's figure constantly flickered in this rich blood.
The figure of the middle-aged man is also constantly flickering, but he is constantly being blown away.
Xiao Yi didn't know how to describe this feeling now, he only knew that now his body is full of strength, and his heart is constantly agitated.
If he were to describe it, it would be four words, killing intent.
Whoosh... At this ti, Xiao Yi appeared out of thin air again.
A cold palm blasted the middle-aged man hard.
"Die." Cold, non-angry words ca out from Xiao Yi's mouth.
Whoosh... At this mont, a figure appeared out of thin air and stopped in front of Xiao Yi.
It is Cao Lei.
"Xiao Yi sub-Hallmaster, stop." Cao Lei stared at Xiao Yi solemnly.
"Get out." Xiao Yi spit out two words indifferently.
"Impossible." Cao Lei shook his head.
"It's all about the five layers of the Saint King Stage." Xiao Yi looked directly at Cao Lei, his **** eyes were extrely cold.
"Do you want to die?"
For so reason, under the **** eyes, Xiao Yi could see through the previously unfathomable Cao Lei's cultivation.
"I..." Cao Lei was stunned, trying to say sothing, only to find that a monstrous killing intent had locked him, making his face change.
Intuition told him that the young man in front of him was not making a false statent, but seed to have the strength to kill him.
At the mont he was stunned, Xiao Yi had already crossed his figure.
A heavy palm hit Cao Lei directly.
Xiao Yi's eyes were bloodthirsty, and his heart was restless.
Intuition told him that only by killing the middle-aged man in front of him can he calm his murderous intent and calm his agitation.
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