Soul Emperor Martial God

Dozens of flames roam the dragon, raging violently within the formation.

Shuttle between the commander of Situ and the five offerings.

The two of them, worthy of being strong in the celestial realm, were still able to support them hard.

Situ led the sword of wind with one hand, drawing countless sword shadows.

In the shadow of the sword, the wind is fierce.

Five offerings, both palms came out, and a gust of wind radiating strange light moved with his hands.

"Is this kid a monster? He actually controls three powerful flames in the world."

The faces of the five worshippers are extremely ugly.

In fact, Xiao Yi controlled four powerful flames in the world.

It's just that the Ten Realms Extinguishing Fire was regarded by them as a flame derived from the Ten Realms Extinguishing Life Array, and they didn't know that Xiao Yi also controlled this kind of flame.

"Humph." The leader of Situ snorted coldly, the sword's edge was amazing.

"This formation is so strong, the power to reach the celestial extreme realm level, every minute and every second, is consuming a lot of vitality."

"This kid can't have the six-fold cultivation base of the Earth Extreme, and it won't last long."

"When his vitality is exhausted, this formation is self-defeating."

"By then, he will have to be cut a thousand times."

Situ led awe-inspiring killing.

"Not only to kill him." Wu Jifeng sneered.

"This kid has a lot of treasures on him, Jie Jie, it will all belong to us later."

The two smiled darkly.

But he didn't notice that Xiao Yi in the distance had extremely cold eyes.

"Want my life, baby?" Xiao Yi sneered.

"Let's talk about your life."

"Boy, are you still bluffing?" Situ Commander smiled coldly.

"Really?" Xiao Yi's face was cold, and a hip flask-like object suddenly appeared in his hand.

As soon as the hip flask came out, a horrible scent of the wind came out.

"Wind Holy Pot?" Situ Commander's expression changed drastically.

"Why is the Wind Holy Pot in your hand?"

As the leader of Feng Shengwei, he recognized Feng Shenghu at a glance.

"So that's it." Situ Commander's face instantly became extremely cold.

"You killed the Wind Saint Guard who chased the Gale Gate back then."

Counting the three previous ones, a total of four Feng Shengwei died in Xiao Yi's hands.

Feng Shengwei, as the most elite warrior power under the Feng Sheng Empire, the number is not large.

Four of them died at once in Xiao Yi's hands, no wonder the leader of Situ gritted his teeth at the moment.

"What about the Wind Holy Pot." The Five Worships were not afraid.

"The Wind Sacred Pot has been lost for many years, and the power in it is probably already lost."

"You can't help us."

Xiao Yi didn't say a word, and a stream of light shot out of the Wind Holy Pot in his hand.

The speed of the streamer is extremely fast.

"It's a terrifying streamer." Situ Commander and Wu Fu subconsciously wanted to avoid.

The perception of a strong celestial realm is extremely sensitive.

It's just that they are being entangled by dozens of flame dragons, and they can't avoid them.

Whoosh... The light flashed by, and instantly penetrated the heart of Situ Commander.

"How could it be..." Situ Commander's face changed drastically.

He could feel that the vitality in himself was passing fast.

"It's... the wind..."

Within a few seconds, he had fallen to the ground.

Dozens of flames wandering dragons who were fighting with him instantly swallowed him.

"Boy, you..." Wu Jifu's face showed a panic expression for the first time.

His strength is between that of Situ.

The death of the leader of Situ made him frightened.

"One Feng Shengwei commander, one worship, two great celestial realm powerhouses, come together." Xiao Yi looked at the five worshippers coldly.

"The Wind Saint Empire is really worth it."

"Boy, I advise you to catch it as quickly as possible." Wushu Qiang said coldly without panic.

"You have killed Zhao Kun, and now another Feng Shengwei leader has died in your hands."

"Such a heinous crime, my Feng Sage Empire cannot spare you."

"When the anger of our Wind Saint Empire really ignites, you will undoubtedly die."

"Now let go of the old man, the old man may be able to intercede for you one or two."

"Five offerings, right?" Xiao Yi said coldly.

"Yes." Five offerings proudly said, "I am the Five offerings of Fengsheng Empire."

"In the entire Fengsheng Empire, under one person, above ten thousand people."

"The old man's words are still quite dynamic."

"Heh." Xiao Yi smiled coldly, "Five worships, strength is good, but his head is not very good."

"What do you mean?" Wuzhu's face turned dark.

"Since I have killed so many powerhouses in your Feng Sage Empire, am I missing you?" Xiao Yi said coldly.

"You..." There was a trace of panic in Wufu's angry body.

"Do you really want to be an enemy of our Fengsheng Empire?"

"I'm already an enemy now." Xiao Yi said coldly.

"In addition, to correct it, it is your Wind Saint Empire who wants to be my enemy."

The sacred pot of wind in Xiao Yi's hand was already glowing.

"Boy, you can't bear the anger of the entire Fengshen Empire." Five offerings let out a hysterical roar.

"Then I will kill the entire Fengsheng Empire." Xiao Yi yelled coldly.

The light of the wind holy pot in his hand shot out instantly.

The five consecrations that had been entangled by countless roaming dragons were unable to avoid them at all.

The streamer penetrated his heart instantly.

A trace of dark red blood spilled from his mouth.

"Boy... My Wind Saint Empire powerhouse... won't let you go."

"Soon...you will bury the old man..."

After the words of the five offerings, the body fell down suddenly.

"Heh, I would like to see, if you two die, how angry will the Feng Sage Empire be." Xiao Yi's face was cold.

The next second, he waved his hand.

Within the formation, the flame ran away again.

Situ led the five offerings, and the two were completely buried in the flames.

At this point, the two great celestial realm powerhouses died.

After ten seconds, Xiao Yi retracted the flame and dispersed the formation.

"Puff." A **** blood was spit out from his mouth.

In his hands, he put away two items, one is the holy pot of wind, and the other is...the holy disc of heaven.

Yes, the holy disk of heaven.

Although the formation is strong, it needs to be laid out in advance.

This is the most troublesome place for the array mage.

And the sacred plate of heaven and secret, as the treasure of the formation, is also one of the treasures of heaven and earth.

Its function is to place a formation on it in advance so that the formation mage can release the formation at any time.

When Xiao Yi is free, he will comprehend the formation of the Tianyan Array Master.

The formation together is a small achievement.

On the sacred disk of heaven, several formations were branded in advance.

Of course, the Tianyan formation master's knowledge of formations is limited, so these formations are not very strong.

It's just some ordinary augmentation formations.

Xiao Yi deliberately selected several formations that could increase his own means and branded them.

The formation that carried and amplified the flame just now was one of them.

The formation is not very strong, so it relies on external forces to increase it.

Like just now, it was just an ordinary formation, but Xiao Yi instilled four powerful flames of the world in the formation during the time when he was jealous of these two people.

In addition, the sacred plate of heaven, as the treasure of the formation, has the effect of greatly increasing the power of the formation.

With multiple gains, there is the capital that can compete with the five worshipers, that is, the dozens of amazingly powerful flame dragons.

Of course, these alone are not enough to kill these two people.

After all, these two people are celestial dualities.

As for Xiao Yi himself, as a formation player, his cultivation base was only at the sixth layer of the earth, which was too far away from them.

Dozens of flames swim dragons, at most they can only trap them or hurt them.

In the end, they still depended on the holy pot of wind to kill the two in one fell swoop.

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Third more. (Happy late winter solstice.)