Chapter 2703: The Sword Does Not Stop

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Xiao Yi's body trembled, and the sharp sword and long needle that penetrated his spiritual consciousness instantly shattered.

The figures of Xia Chuan and the first Xiao were shaken back.

"What a strong spiritual sense." Xia Chuan's face was cold.

"Sure enough." The first Xiao said coldly, "This kid's spiritual consciousness is far stronger than that of a warrior of the same realm."

"If I'm not mistaken, this kid is a physique, and he is the ultimate physique."

Surrounded by spiritual consciousness, "the same extreme physical training as Tang Zhan?"

"It's no wonder that this child's spiritual resilience and strength are astonishing."

The spiritual awareness of physical cultivation is far stronger than that of martial artists of the same level, and the ultimate physical cultivation is even more so.

"No." The first Xiao said coldly, "I think his physical strength is strong, his cultivation technique is stronger than the ultimate physical cultivation."

"Compared to him, the ultimate physique, let alone a normal physique, is probably a normal martial artist."

"Anti-celestial body cultivation?" Tang Zhan's eyes narrowed, "When I was still serving in the main hall, I heard from the head of the Asura Hall that one of us in the Asura Hall had lost the anti-celestial body cultivation method for a long time."

"The name is Shura Battle Body."

"It seems that this child is cultivating the cultivation method of this sect."

"If I can get this kid's memory and practice this sect..." Tang Zhan's eyes suddenly flashed a frenzy.

The first Xiao sneered, "This kid has countless tricks, I guess he has a lot of precious memories."

Gu Lie said in a cold voice, "It seems that not only is the ancient cherry tree that has not grown up a treasure, but this kid is also a treasure."

Han Liang smiled contemptuously, "Hmph, this time, not only can I take revenge, but also let the Eighth Temple lose a heaven-defying evildoer, and I can also gain an extra harvest, which is not bad."

"When I think of this, I feel wonderful in my heart, and I feel a lot more comfortable."

"Ghosts are sharp."

Han Liang pointed and stepped out sharply.

The fight never stops.

Xiao Yi retracted his sword and blocked it. The sword was retracted for a moment, and the ice and snow condensed in front of him.

"Feng Huo Yan Yan." Yan Feng waved his hand.

The flames were fierce, swallowing the ice and snow.

Han Liang pointed at Xiao Yi without any obstruction.

Xiao Yi's eyes narrowed, "So you want to hit me with a ghostly finger?"

"as you wish."

Xiao Yi did not defend and counterattack, and blasted out with a sword, "Dawn is boundless."

boom…

The sword shadow trembled, and the space instantly collapsed.

The sword tip collided with the fingertip instantly.

Boom...boom...boom...boom...boom...

With a roar, more than sixty bursts erupted in an instant.

Under such a tyrannical offensive, a burst of air swept out from the two of them.

A group of spiritual senses stepped back again and again.

Xiao Yi did not move at all, but Han Liang was shocked back two steps.

Han Liang looked at his fingertips in disbelief. The fingertips were a little thinner.

He knows that if he is not in the state of spiritual consciousness now, his double designation is already dripping with blood, and even abolished.

"I'm sorry for my ghosts and gods, but it's me who lost?" Han Liang couldn't believe it.

He once seriously injured the Demon Venerable with one finger.

Xiao Yi sneered, "Do you really think that you are still the killing god Han Liang back then? Do you really think that your cultivation is still strong?"

"The mere spiritual sense also wants to have a hard time with me? It's beyond your own power."

With that said, Xiao Yi's hand holding the sword still trembled a little.

Flames, overcast winds, and strange attacks came again.

Xiao Yi wielded the sword in one hand, and the thunder and lightning also rushed, and the ice and fire burst out.

The battle, even with such amazing power, only caused both sides to stop for a moment.

Han Liang was smashed back, and then there were still countless powerful spiritual senses besieging him.

Xiao Yi's sword did not stop at all.

The sword shadow danced like a dance, becoming the most eye-catching place in this dark underground at this moment.

The dense, tidal siege was simply overwhelming and overwhelming.

This battle has continued.

Time is also in this sword shadow, constantly passing.

One hour, two hours...half day...one day.

Throughout the day and night, the sword dance continued.

Han Liang, Xia Chuan and others may have a chance to breathe when they are repelled.

There are powerful spiritual consciousnesses around, and there may be pauses between fighting and wandering.

However, the arrogant body in the sword shadow never stopped and never had a chance to breathe.

"What a terrifying tenacity." Xia Chuan took a few steps back and temporarily escaped from the intensive siege, frowning.

"Day and night, constantly swinging the sword, under such an intensive offensive, he needs to swing the sword hundreds of times every second."

"One day and one night, you can imagine how many swords he wielded."

Gu Lie also retreated to Xia Chuan's side, "This kid has a terrible fighting level."

"Our demon hunters in the Demon Hunting Hall are all born for fighting."

"Compared to it, does the old man feel a little ashamed of himself?"

Tang Zhan nodded slightly, "It's really scary. With such fighting instinct and fighting experience, this kid is definitely the kind of murderer who crawled out of a sea of ​​corpses."

"Unfortunately, this kid is still the kind of evildoer who grows stronger with every battle."

"If this kid was born millions of years earlier, I'm afraid that in that era, the light of all the powerhouses and all evildoers will be covered up by him alone."

Han Liang narrowed his eyes, "It's all about fighting instinct. This kid seems to be an executioner by nature, like a murderous demon who ignores everything."

"Looking at his shot, the sword is almost ruthless, and it seems to be struggling, but in fact, every time he confronts him, a spiritual sense under his sword must be killed."

"How many people did this kid kill to hone his murderous skills."

The first Xiao chuckled, "What is rare is that everything is familiar, but everything is shocking; it is obvious that the means are mixed, but none of the means will be wasted in his hands."

"Any kind of means, in his hands, seems to bloom the most perfect brilliance and sharpest power belonging to these means."

"Scary, really scary."

"Compared to him, I, the first Xiao, seem to be a little underwhelmed."

Yanfeng sneered and looked at the world around him, "He is really good, but it's a pity that he will die here."

"There is a steady stream of spiritual knowledge here, and it consumes energy to kill him."

"Besieged layer upon layer, the water can't flow, enough to exhaust him and exhaust his energy."

The crowd nodded.

Under such an astonishing number, millions? hundreds of millions? or more?

Such endless consumption, not to mention Xiao Yi, even the level of Yaozun, Lao Yaozun, or even stronger, will be consumed alive.

Here, there is no spiritual energy, the laws of heaven and earth do not exist, and there is nothing that can restore strength.

Time, minute by minute.

Under Xiao Yi's sword, one after another spiritual consciousness was split apart.

He seems to have been numb, but his eyes are still cold.

No matter how numb he was, he still knew what he was doing and what to do.

On the contrary, his arm was a little numb, breathing, and heaving a little.

It was the first time he felt that time passed so slowly.

He still had to stay for six days and six nights, no, only five days left.

Another day passed.

Four days left.

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