Soul Emperor Martial God

"Bengshan Zhan." Xiao Yi shouted loudly.

A sword full of violent aura slashed straight towards the elder of the sword hall.

Everything that dared to stop will be swept away by this sword.

"Seven evil kills." The sword in the hands of the sword hall elder waved.

The seven evil spirits wandered into the dragon and attacked Xiao Yi directly.

There was a loud bang.

Crash the mountain, easily break the evil spirit and swim the dragon.

Bengshan Slash, Qisha Slash, although both are high-level martial arts.

But each other also has strengths and weaknesses.

Obviously, Bengshanzhan is more domineering and stronger.

Xiao Yi's high-grade spirit weapon is also far stronger than the middle-grade spirit weapon of the sword hall elder.

Xiao Yizhi's sword struck him without hindrance.

The sword hall elder's face became cold and he struggled to block.

Clang.

Xiao Yi did not move.

The elder of the sword hall was shaken back dozens of steps, his face flushed.

Obviously he was injured, but he suppressed the injury in his body.

"This kid, why is he so strong now?" The elder of the sword hall was horrified, but he did not hesitate in his hands.

"Eight Swords in the Storm." The elder of the sword hall suddenly rose in momentum.

At the same time, a huge cyclone condensed in mid-air.

The size is more than a hundred meters.

His gas fountain is two hundred and eighty zhang.

The height of Poxuan's eightfold cultivation base is more than two hundred feet.

Since there is no Dao body, only half of the true liquid that can be released at one time is a hundred meters.

The sword came out, and eight waves of turbulent waves rushed towards Xiao Yi.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi was slightly surprised.

"Eight stunned waves, endless, one wave wins one wave, powerful."

The Eight Swords of the Shocking Waves are just high-level martial arts.

It's just that, the elder of the sword hall, what he cultivates is stretching kendo.

Compared with Qisha Zhan's fierce moves, the stretching sword skill of the Twisted Tough Eight Swords is undoubtedly more powerful in his hands.

"Cut the sea." Xiao Yiyi was not afraid.

A three-hundred-meter-long cyclone condensed in midair.

The sword came out, and the surging sword sound, like a huge wave tossing the sea, easily swallowed eight waves of shock.

Then, the sword sound continued, and swallowed towards the elder of the sword hall.

"Not good." The elder of the sword hall shrank in pain.

In the eyes, there was the reflection of a huge wave.

Next second.

"Puff puff…"

The elder of the sword hall retreated sharply.

With every step back, a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth.

When he stood firm, his face was already pale.

Kneeling weakly with his feet, his head tilted and he died tragically.

If he examines his body now, he will definitely find that his internal organs have already been shattered by the sword sound.

Xiao Yi's face was cold and did not look at him again.

The three-hundred-foot-sized cyclone in the sky is actually just a cover.

He is now Po Xuan five-fold cultivation base.

The height of the gas spring and true liquid in the body reached more than one thousand six hundred meters.

The sea-covering cut just now did not keep his hands at all.

It is also reasonable to kill the elder of the sword hall.

Xiao Yi now is not the Dong Profound Realm kid from more than a month ago.

"It's up to you." Xiao Yi walked towards Gu Changkong step by step.

Gu Changkong was stunned.

On the face, there is only panic.

"Xiao...Xiao Yi, don't kill me..." Gu Changkong shivered and even knelt down.

In this large court, in front of all the disciples, deacons, and elders.

Without paying any attention to his identity as the chief of the sword hall, he knelt down directly.

"Everything... everything is Master... No, the Fourth Elder ordered him."

Gu Changkong no longer called the elder of the sword hall as the master, but as the four elders.

Xiao Yi's footsteps did not stop until he walked in front of Gu Changkong.

Seeing the embarrassed, unbearable, and despicable figure in front of him, a color of disgust flashed in Xiao Yi's eyes.

"Do you really think that I don't know anything?" Xiao Yi said coldly.

"Elder Yi once told me that the elder of the sword hall cultivates a stretch of swordsmanship, the most tender."

"He treats you, treats you like himself, helps and cultivates in every possible way."

"It's just that he forgot. He is the sword of tenderness. How can he teach ruthless swordsmanship?"

"Over time, he abruptly changed his kendo. It was tender, cruel, and full of kendo. He was nondescript and harmed himself.

"If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have fallen into the land he is today."

"You disciple, he took it for nothing and taught it for nothing."

The last sentence of Xiao Yi's words was squeezed out of his teeth, extremely cold.

Elder Jiantang, everything is for Gu Changkong.

Now, in exchange, Gu Changkong didn't recognize the master in order to survive, and even pushed everything above the graceful master.

"Die." Xiao Yi's blood slaughter sword coldly swung down.

"The **** thing is you." Gu Changkong's expression suddenly changed.

With two fingers, a terrifying sword aura came out from the fingertips, and its power reached the eighth level of Po Xuan.

Obviously, this is the protective sword energy given to him by the elder of the sword hall.

He thought, so close.

Xiao Yi couldn't stop this sword anyway.

But I don't know that Xiao Yi's strength is enough to crush the elders of the sword hall, what is the fear.

"Fu Hai Zhan." Xiao Yi shouted coldly.

The sword sound directly destroyed Gu Changkong's sword aura.

Then, Gu Changkong was swallowed.

Within half a second, Gu Changkong had become a fleshy body and died miserably.

Xiao Yi shook his head, and did not look at the two dead bodies on the ground again.

Killing Gu Changkong, he did not feel the slightest pleasure.

After all, in his eyes now, Gu Changkong himself is like an ant, there is no difference between killing and not killing.

On the contrary, this kind of scum has stained his sword.

Xiao Yi walked off the stage, leaving with a complicated expression.

The surrounding disciples took the initiative to give way.

In their eyes, Xiao Yi now is no longer an ordinary disciple.

This outer disciple who was upset more than a month ago, everyone thought he was dead.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came back, just because he was angry, he died an inner chief and even an elder.

"Xiao Yi."

At this time, a voice stopped Xiao Yi.

It is the great elder.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Yi stopped and turned his head faintly.

"Follow me." The elder said solemnly.

Xiao Yi stopped in place, without moving.

Suddenly he discovered that it turned out that the entire Sword Sect could talk to him, but only a few people.

Yi Lao and Lin Jin and others.

They are gone, at this moment, the Sky Splitting Sword Sect seems a bit strange.

Not Xiao Yi hypocritical.

Can only say that this is a state of mind.

"If you want to know the whereabouts of Eleven, come with me." The elder said in a deep voice, his figure flashed and disappeared in place.

Xiao Yi frowned, and the same figure flashed, chasing after the great elder.

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The training room of the Great Elder.

The Great Elder had just sat down, and Xiao Yi arrived in the next second.

"Boy, it's very fast." The elder smiled slightly.

Xiao Yi remained silent.

"I don't want to know where the eleventh went?" the elder asked.

"Yes, but not in a hurry." Xiao Yi said lightly.

"Yi Lao, trapped in the Sword School for so many years, it may be a good thing to leave and go for a walk."

"Good boy, I think clearly." The elder smiled, "Eleventh really didn't misunderstand you."

After a while, the elder first said, "Boy, before telling you whereabouts on Eleventh, I will ask you first."

"You have been in the Sword Sect for two years. Haven't you ever wondered why the Sky Splitting Sword Sect is a martial arts holy land, and is it officially recognized?"

"Yes." Xiao Yi nodded, "This is one thing I wanted to ask Yi Lao before."

"I have gone abroad to practice, and I know that in the minds of warriors in Beishan County, especially kendo warriors."

"The prestige of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect is even higher than that of the King of Beishan County."

"The King of Beishan County is the king of a county in Beishan County; in terms of power, he is by no means weaker than the Heaven Splitting Sword faction."

"I don't understand why he wants to recognize the identity of the Heavenly Splitting Sword Sect's martial arts holy land, and want a big mountain to reach his head."

When the elder heard this, he smiled with satisfaction, "Almost all the disciples in the Sword Sect blindly think that the Sword Sect is powerful."

"Only you can see this, which is great."

"The reason is very simple." The elder smiled.

"Because the Sky Splitting Sword Sect is not a simple force at all."

"We... are an academy."

"Thirty-six counties in the Yanwu Kingdom, each counties has the Sky Splitting Sword.

"We never have disputes with any forces, nor will we participate in any fights."

"The only purpose of existence is to cultivate martial arts geniuses across the country; if there are outstanding ones, I recommend going to the royal capital, the Sword Sect of the Sky Splitting."

"At the same time, Sky Splitting Sword Sect is the martial arts holy land of the entire Yanwu Kingdom."

"College? Every county has Sky Splitting Sword Sect?" Xiao Yi frowned, "Impossible, why have I never heard of it?"

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