The strong from the wild

The universe conforms to the supernatural powers!

This supernatural power originates from Great Venerable Xue Yu, and it can travel through thousands of formations in the world, coming and going freely, unstoppable!

How can a mere nine-square grid formation stop Liu Yi?

In the blink of an eye, Liu Yi had already flown into the formation, and even displayed the supernatural power of golden light phantom under his feet. The speed was extremely fast, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

Among the practitioners, there are not a few who can fly fast.

Especially those demon cultivators with wings, whose speed far exceeds that of ordinary cultivators.

And the higher the cultivation base of the practitioner, the faster the reaction speed.

Liu Yi's flying speed when he casts the golden light phantom power is only a lot higher than that of ordinary immortals, but not as good as that of masters in the realm of real immortals.

But at this moment, Liu Yi entered the Jiugongge formation.

The monks in the formation thought that this formation could keep Liu Yi out of the formation, and many supernatural spells were all bombarded outside the formation, but unexpectedly, Liu Yi flew into the formation mask as if a layer of white paper had been pierced. internal.

The dragon pattern sword transformed into a sky full of sword shadows, moving back and forth in the formation.

The strong swordsmanship is actually rare in the world.

Although the nine-square grid formation is mysterious, the formation is not that huge. Within the four directions of the formation, there is only a space of tens of meters.

Liu Yi has the fairy dragon sword in his hand, and the sword energy in his hand is as long as [-] meters, so it can naturally cover the entire formation.

The monks around couldn't see through the mask of the formation, they could only see bunches of sword edges piercing the mask of the formation and extending out.From a distance, the entire formation looks like a hedgehog.

And the sword edge released by Liu Yi is like countless barbs on a hedgehog.

"Die!"

A roar came from the formation.

In the blink of an eye, the formation had dispersed on its own.

Many monks stared at the location of the formation, only to see billowing fire and raging cold air converging in one place, the cold light and fire light constantly collided, and there were bursts of rumbling explosions.

The ten disciples of Daoxuanzong all died!

The bodies of the people were also burned to ashes by the flames.

However, the head of Daoist Guhui was held in Liu Yi's hands.

The head and the eyes competed for the boss, and the eyes were full of disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that he would die, and he couldn't believe that Liu Yi cut off his head in just a moment.

The monks watching the battle around were completely silent, not even daring to take a breath.

Even the nymphomaniac, who has many female characters, opened his bright eyes wide and looked at Liu Yi with admiration.

The sound of whistling wind and the rushing water of the Tongtian River are very clear at this moment.

"Brother Xinyi, get eternal life!"

Hu Tutu suddenly used the method of sound transmission for thousands of miles, roared to the sky, and then took out the shocking war drum that Liu Yi had temporarily handed over to him, and placed it in front of him.

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

The sound of war drums shook the sky, shaking people out of their wits.

No one saw how Liu Yi killed Master Gu Hui, but at this moment, Master Gu Hui's head seemed to be in Liu Yi's hands!

Even the four great sword immortals of Xuantianzong, Wang Zhixuan and Huang Wushen of Daoxuanzong, the two eminent monks of Buddhism, and the old monster of red blood, the Great Immortal of Qingtian, did not see clearly how Liu Yi killed the enemy, how to cut The head of the enemy.

Snapped!

Liu Yi threw Daoist Gu Hui's head casually into the Tongtian River, and the head hit the spray, making a crisp sound.

Immediately, there was a burst of bubbling sound from the river water, sinking the head of Daoist Ancient Gray.

Naturally, the souls of ten people could not be left behind.

"This battle, Xuantianzong wins!"

Liu Yi raised his eyebrows, looked around, and slowly flew up to the flags laid out by the two eminent monks of Daning Temple. With his five fingers clenched into fists, he punched three times on the gong.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

It wasn't until this moment that the two eminent monks of Daning Temple reacted.

The vacuum monk shouted loudly: "The second battle of Supreme Eleven, Xuantianzong wins!"

Jiekong Monk and Liu Yi were old acquaintances, but they didn't say much at the moment, they just took a deep look at Liu Yi and thought to themselves: "It is rumored that a blade left by Ling Qiujian fell into Liu Yi's hands. But just now when Liu Yi beheaded the disciples of Xuantianzong, the poor monk did not feel the aura of Ling Qiujian's sword edge. Could it be that he relied on his own strength to defeat all the disciples of Xuantianzong in the blink of an eye? Beheaded, even the soul can't escape?"

After a great battle, Liu Yi walked in the air step by step, very slowly, towards the top of Beifeng Mountain.

The bitter cold wind hit Liu Yi.

Because he flew so high, the surrounding monks had to raise their heads to see Liu Yi's figure clearly.

At this moment, there seemed to be an illusion in the hearts of everyone, as if Liu Yi who was walking step by step in the air at this moment was not a young boy, but a peerless sword.

Body like a sword!

Stand out!

Liu Yi walked slowly, very slowly, as if every step took a lot of effort.The movement is very slow, every step takes several breaths.

Walking slowly under the eyes of everyone is not deliberately pretending, nor is it deliberately trying to show his so-called domineering aura.

In fact, it is because Liu Yi has a feeling at this moment, and he has to step out step by step in order to vaguely grasp the artistic conception of one step at a time.

If you don't take a step, these artistic conceptions will disappear immediately.

If you cross fast, it will also affect your mood because of the hasty pace.

"It took me a whole night to accumulate my aura to the peak, and then I vaguely reached the level of one step at a time. When I killed the ancient gray real person in the white jade arena just now, although I released a lot of sword energy, I can use it to kill The sword of Daoist Gu Hui is..."

Thinking of this, Liu Yi couldn't help closing his eyes, recalling the half-sword that Master Xueyu used to kill Madman Guan Yidong in the Yuxi Hall, and thought to himself: "The sword I used to kill Master Guhui was It originated from Brother Feather's half-way sword art. In the past, I only wanted to practice painstakingly and practice ancient supernatural powers, but I didn't expect Brother Feather's sword to be the true essence of swordsmanship that is hard to find in the ages! I had Brother Feather by my side at the time , Sitting on the treasure mountain without knowing it. The authorities are confused, but the bystanders are clear... I don't take that sword to heart, but Cheng Yifeng, as a bystander, sees it more clearly and understands it more thoroughly than me..."

Cheng Yifeng also came to the Supreme Ten Battles.

Cheng Yifeng was standing behind the Four Great Sword Immortals of Beifeng at this moment, his brows were tightly furrowed, but his eyes were full of joy.

Liu Yi just squinted his eyes like this, flew back to Beifeng again, and stood at the place where he stood all night last night.

With a thin and slender figure, with his back facing tens of thousands of monks, he stood alone on the peak, as if he had added a few feet to the majestic North Peak for no reason, and his body was already in harmony with the sky and the earth.

Whoosh!

Cheng Yifeng exuded snow-white immortal energy, flew behind Liu Yi, faced Liu Yi's back, and prostrated loudly: "Uncle Master! Please accept me as a disciple!"