"The old thief is very powerful, Mr. Qin, Kuangshi, Master Feng, Mr. Zhang, I can't wait, how long can I wait!"

Yao Yue Sanren shouted wildly, "The rest of the people, let's deal with the younger generation of the Jiang family. This generation definitely does not have the magical ability to swallow up soldiers' energy. We will all form formations and kill them with blood weapons."

Yaoyue is worthy of being the final winner in the seven-party competition. She is good at battle formations and good at commanding.

The four people he ordered just now are all the four powerful condensation experts left in the field.

On this side, the Qiuyue San people have prepared their preparations. The people are divided into two groups to fight. Those below the condensation liquid go to attack the Jiang family. Those above the condensation liquid surround the second master of the Jiang family. The battle is imminent.

Over there, the battle between Xu Yi and Feng Xifeng was also revealed.

Xu Yi was very annoyed and racked his brains to instigate a fierce fight between the two sides. Unexpectedly, Feng Xifeng didn't even care about the main battlefield and came on his own.

After several battles, with the iron spirit protecting him, Xu Yi was no longer afraid of Feng Xifeng.

What annoyed him was that he was dragged into the fighting group when he just had to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers and tigers.

Feng Xifeng came very fast, and they were both boundless seas. Xu Yi had the steps to return to his original state, but Feng Xifeng had the realm to crush him, and his speed was even better.

Xu Yi was caught up before he could escape fifty feet. The Divine Intention Sword spun around wildly, countless silver lights flashed through, and countless terrifying cracks were added to Xu Yi's body.

"Junior, I didn't want to kill you, but you pushed me too hard!"

Feng Xifeng stood alone in the sky, with ink fluttering, and the divine sword in his palm was shining brightly, vowing to burn half of the sky.

Xu Yi sneered, "King of Swords, King of Sweet Swords, Old Feng, I just said this casually, but I didn't expect that it fits your temperament so well. It's now, and you and I are about to live and die."

, you are still so hypocritical!"

As he spoke, qi circles emerged from his palms one after another. "Split between life and death? Even you are worthy of it!"

King Feng Jian let out a loud roar. The Divine Intent Sword circled around, and another streak of rotten silver flashed past. Xu Yi's energy was gathered, but he was cut into pieces by King Feng again. In the blink of an eye, the body that was already covered with cracks was added to countless terrifying

gap.

"It's just a broken sword. If you abandon the sword and don't use it, how can you compete with me."

Xu Yi couldn't eat grapes at first. He said that the grapes were extremely sour.

Secretly, he admired Feng Xifeng's Divine Will Sword to the extreme.

To this day, he and Su Na have been on the battlefield for many years, but they have never encountered an existence as terrifying as the Divine Will Sword.

Now, he has reached the peak of Qi Sea cultivation, and the use of Zangfeng Style has reached the peak of his strength. When he strikes out the Qi Dragon, it is so abundant that he is confident that even the second master of the Jiang family would never dare to attack it forcefully.

But such a terrifying move was completely useless in front of Feng Xifeng.

That extremely evil sword of divine will. No matter how ferocious your Qi Dragon is, everything will disappear with a flash of silver light.

The murderous intention is strong, the sword strikes quickly, and when the sword strikes, there is no way to resist. If it were not for the iron spirit, someone would have been killed by the sword long ago.

Facing this kind of opponent, Xu Yi could only wear him down until he was tired. Then maybe there would be an opportunity to take advantage of him.

Both belong to the Infinite Sea, Xu Yi has absolute confidence in the strength of his soul. "But relying on a strange talisman, I want to see how long this broken talisman can last!"

Feng Xifeng sneered. He concentrated on moving his sword. For a moment, the sword energy filled the sky, almost burning half of the sky.

Resistance was useless, Xu Yi simply gave up his efforts and tried his best to activate the Invincible Golden Body. At the same time, he also tried to capture this extremely fierce sword intent.

Ten swords, a hundred swords, a thousand swords

The Divine Will Sword is like a red elf, spinning constantly, pieces of rotten silver, almost tearing the entire sky apart.

Among the rotten silver, Xu Yi is like a glass man that can be constantly united, broken bit by bit, and then bonded bit by bit after a top-quality elixir.

Then, break again and unite again.

The intensive tearing brought Xu Yi great pain, but the physical pain was completely overshadowed by Xu Yi's spiritual joy.

Xu Yi could clearly feel that the severing of the Divine Intention Sword had brought great benefits to his body. Along with this endless severing, the Invincible Golden Body seemed to be evolving.

He could even feel that his body was getting harder and harder to tear apart, and the recovery speed was getting faster and faster. Even the gray sun in the depths of the Qi Sea became a little brighter.

In addition to the physical transformation, what made Xu Yi even more excited was that the trace of sword intent he had been trying to capture from the beginning finally had a familiar flavor.

It turned out that Xu Yi's plan at the beginning was that he would wait until Feng Xifeng was completely tired before he could fight back.

However, as the iron essence in his hand became hotter and hotter, his heart gradually became hotter, and a bold and strange idea jumped out of the depths of his mind inexplicably.

At this point, he began to consciously capture the trajectory of Feng Xifeng's sword moves.

Xu Yi was completely confused by this capture. His perception was as exquisite as his, but he couldn't grasp the slightest clue.

He couldn't even feel the force of this sword move. He really didn't know where it came from. Such a strange move was almost beyond his imagination.

After all, Xu Yi had two lifetimes of experience. His thoughts suddenly changed, and he had a vague realization: Feng Xifeng's fleeting sword moves were very similar to the legendary state of victory without moves but with moves.

If he really cultivates to this level, what he wants to understand is not the sword moves, but the sword's intention.

When the thought came to this, he secretly cursed himself for being stupid: all the mysteries of divine will and divine will are not limited to this god-like sword intention.

Aiming in the direction, Xu Yi began to understand with his heart. Ten swords were added to his body, a hundred swords were added to his body, and a thousand swords were added to his body. He used his body as a furnace and his heart as a touch. He allowed it to be tempered by the storm of violent swords. He only used his heart to capture a trace of the meaning.

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Gradually, Xu Yi finally caught the hint of indescribable sharpness.

It is a kind of sharp meaning that my heart is only about the sword, and the sword's heart is only about me. Once the sword comes out, it will cut off everything.

"This is the real top martial arts!"

Inexplicably, Xu Yi felt a strong sense of admiration.

The ancestor of the Wen family was tired. At first, he had a strong impulse to watch a wonderful drama.

However, the two martial arts students on the stage kept walking around the stage pillars, one, two, ten, and hundreds of times, countless times, which made him sleepy.

The ancestors of the Wen family were all tired of watching the opera, and the opera singer Feng Jianwang on the stage was even more tired.

Xu Yi guessed right. His unparalleled swordsmanship was all due to his sharp intention to cut through everything and melt his own intention into sword intention. This gave rise to the famous Sword King Feng Xifeng in Vietnam.

Just as human strength is sometimes limited, so is human will.

He simply suspected that Daoyan handed over the Vajra amulet at the bottom of the box to the scar-faced child.

Otherwise, his Divine Will Sword, which is enough to force the Soul-sensing Ancestor to retreat and is invincible below the level of condensation, how come after thousands of sword strikes, he still can't take down this scar-faced child who has no power to fight back.

After thousands of sword strikes, his soul, which had been trained to be extremely tough, gradually became empty.

The scar-faced child opposite him remained the same as before, breaking into pieces, taking medicine, breaking again, and taking medicine again. He really didn't know how many top-quality elixirs were stored in this scar-faced child's Sumeru Ring.

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