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Six hundred and seventeenth chapter Mu Hua

Although Zhou Daogan shouted loudly, he did not inspire the sword intent anymore. He knew that if he wanted to kill this person, he had to raise his spirit and do his best to do everything.

What's the use of a rash move just because of this person, leaving a few more sword marks? It's just a waste of your own capital.

In addition to his ability to be a sword in the Eight-Meridian Sword, Zhou Daogan is also extremely superior to his peers.

Relying on the profound and exquisite True Evil Qi to protect the body, only attack but not defend, Xu Yi naturally could not do anything to him.

It only takes a moment to spend three minutes and wait until he has enough energy to take his life.

Zhou Daogan soon found that the abacus could not be made, but gradually, more and more people appeared in the hall.

Indeed, since he entered the room, he had been entangled with Xu Yi repeatedly, which lasted nearly two incense sticks.

Although the time for two incense sticks is not enough to end the trial of all practitioners in the martial arts realm, more monks can collect enough points and lose to the stronger ones in a battle and turn to this place.

But after half a cup of tea, three more people flashed in one after another. Xu Yi also took the lead in starting the provocation mode, causing the three people to attack him.

Although Zhou Daogan was determined to block it, Xu Yi, who was activated by the true energy, escaped quickly and was no longer inferior to him. He had many more precautions, so he had no chance to use his killer moves.

As for the sword intent, he was still reluctant to kill Xu Yi, so how could he waste his energy on a few ants?

As time passed, more and more monks flashed into the hall. Xu Yi turned on the full teasing mode, and the air flow in his palm became thicker.

Zhou Daogan is under increasing pressure. He is not an infinite sea. He switches to the two energys of true evil. In terms of permanence, Xu Yi is not as good as Xu Yi. At this moment, he is forced by Xu Yi with continuous attacks. Although he can still hold on, he will be exhausted sooner or later.

Zhou Daogan became more and more shocked as he fought. As more and more monks entered the field, his pressure became more and more intense.

The rich and true evil spirits are first drizzle, then heavy rain, first raindrops, then thick as a cone.

The storm around Zhou Daogan became thicker and thicker, but his face became paler. If he was tired before, then now he was internalized and almost collapsed.

"Sword Blocking Style!"

With a sudden shout, Zhou Daogan drew his sword with a sigh, and swiped it. A series of seven sword intents formed a huge net, not attacking Xu Yi, but attacking the cultivators. Before the shouting came, more than ten people were killed. Only the two of them stood far away and escaped a disaster, but they were completely scared and stood in a daze, and no longer attacked Xu Yi.

Xu Yi sighed inwardly, activated the remaining true energy, and moved the Yuan step toward Zhou Daogan.

Zhou Daogan, whose face was like gold paper, was trembling all over, and was about to attack the evil soldiers, but suddenly woke up. The evil spirit that was hit was just filled with this person. He barely used his true energy to activate his body skills and escaped from afar. His face was sweating like rain, and his eyes were still bright, locking Xu Yi tightly, and the iron sword in his palm was as calm as a mountain.

Xu Yi secretly scolded the old thief for being cunning. He could clearly sense Zhou Daogan's lockdown. This problem arose, and it became clear that the old thief wanted to fight to the death and find his own flaws, and asked him how he could urge the Guiyuan Step with all his strength and come boldly.

After a fight, another half cup of tea lasted. Soon, the golden light flashed continuously, and five more people flashed into the hall in a dirt face.

Seeing Xu Yi activate his finger sword again and start the teasing mode, Zhou Daogan's eyes were filled with despair.

Since he was born, he never thought that he would reach the current desperate situation. If he was defeated by the Soul-Strict Ancestor, he would be convinced even if he died. Now he would be depressed by the late stage junior of the condensation stage, he would be afraid that he would be unable to rest in peace even if he died.

In a while he was angry, several more people flashed into the hall. Zhou Dao's eyes were already deadly. He held the iron sword tightly in his left hand and continued to scatter his right palm. The two true evil spirits that were about to be exhausted in the sea of ​​energy were all called out by him, and they gathered around him into a storm.

He had the idea of ​​decisive death, and just waited for the storm to disappear. He tried his best to urge the final killing move, striving to fight with the little thief and die together.

Seeing that the storm gradually faded, a young man in white robe avoided Xu Yi's attack and rushed towards the starry sky pattern. His two white eyebrows were like silver blades, piercing through the sky.

"Xue Muhua, this person is the super strong man in the martial arts realm. He has banned three realm cards, and the rest are all taken by him. Help me quickly. Otherwise, no matter how powerful you are, you will have to drink hatred."

Zhou Daogan said this with almost the highest speed of his life. When he was about to die, all his face and morality were kicked to the sky.

Xue Muhua was shocked when he heard this. Seeing Zhou Daogan's embarrassment again, the extraordinary style of the martial arts realm suddenly flashed in his mind. The next moment, Dongbiao's figure suddenly turned west and rushed towards Xu Yi. A thick black evil aura suddenly formed a gossip in his palm, with an evil aura.

"Don't move evil spirits, this person is carrying the ultimate skill of the stars turning and moving!

Zhou Daogan shouted wildly. Before the shouting fell, Xue Muhua's figure disappeared. With another thought, his figure appeared beside Xu Yi, and the Eight Trigrams seal formed by the evil energy in his palm was sealed on Xu Yi's chest.

Xu Yi was caught off guard and was hit by a blow. In an instant, the defense constructed by the undefeated golden body was completely destroyed. His chest immediately collapsed and he flew out wildly. Blood in the air was like a spring, and there was even broken bones mixed in the blood mist.

Zhou Daogan's crisis was resolved immediately, his eyes were filled with a strong shock, his thoughts changed again, and he immediately realized, "Tactics must be talismans!"

Xue Muhua's actions were so magical that the third prince snatched the gold medal. His figure was moving in the void. When he thought of Xue Muhua's origins from Wuji Temple, everything was natural.

After succeeding with one blow, Xue Muhua showed no mercy and rushed towards Xu Yi. He used his fists like a storm and shouted, "It's so violent!"

A pair of fists was rushing towards Xu Yi's head.

After fighting with Zhou Daogan for a continuous period, Xu Yi's vitality was already seriously injured. Although he took pills and precious medicines several times, he could not say healed completely.

Xue Muhua's bold move was led by the talisman, and he was as fast as the wind. He couldn't react at all and was hit hard.

The evil spirit Bagua used by Xue Muhua is the unique knowledge of Wuji Temple and the eight seals. It uses evil spirit to describe the mystery of the Eight Seals Formation and is extremely powerful.

Xue Muhua attacked with one move, and the enemy and the enemy were both shocked. He was surprised that Xu Yi was turned into powder and disappeared. Xu Yi was surprised that even the five-turn of the unbeaten golden body could not defend against this violent attack. How could it be...

However, after Xu Yi suffered this domineering blow, his injuries were indeed heavy and incompetent, even surpassing Zhou Daogan's sword intent. He could clearly feel the bones on his chest, basically fragmented, and his heart was densely covered with fine cracks. It seemed that his breathing would stop in the next moment.

Deficit, extremely weak, life is about to dissipate, and the source power suddenly flies.
Chapter completed!
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