I, Panda, am super fierce!

The monks on the righteous path are under a lot of pressure.

In the previous months of disputes, they had always maintained their superiority in number and realm, but when they faced the Demonic Dao, this advantage disappeared.

They still wanted to form a formation with 50 people as before, but before the formation was formed, they were dispersed by waves of war slaves.

Yizhou felt unprecedented pressure.

The bodies of the war slaves are extremely hard, and the sword energy will only leave a shallow mark on them. To completely destroy them, you need to cut off their heads and limbs.

More than a dozen sword qi gathered in one place, forming a sharper sword qi, and slashed at the slave in front. Half of the slave's head was broken, but no blood flowed from the wound.

The slave under attack became even more manic, it roared and strode forward, stretching out its hands, trying to tear it over.

War slaves are extremely powerful, and can easily tear people apart. Yi Zhou has just seen it, so he dare not confront it head-on.

He used his body skills to the extreme, narrowly avoiding the arms of Zhan Nu, and before he landed, he swung out sword aura again, and the sword aura came in an instant, and a series of slashes made the remaining half of Zhan Nu The head also left the shoulders.

Although the headless war slaves did not die, their combat power had dropped significantly. Before Yi Zhou could catch his breath, several other war slaves rushed over from another direction.

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, Yizhou looked at the right time to repel the opponent in front of him, and tried his best to escape from this place, but just as his body moved, he heard a whimper in his ear.

The voice was like whining and weeping, disturbing people, Yizhou paused for a moment, and the war slave who caught up with him tore up with both hands.

The eyes of another person who was fighting with someone in the distance saw that the person who was fighting with him was turned into flying ash in an instant. He turned around and raised one hand. Just as he was about to draw down, he saw another change over there. .

The war slave's hand froze when it was about to touch the young man, and it broke inch by inch along the fingers, and the fracture marks went upwards, spreading from the arm to the whole body, but in an instant, the war slave who originally wanted to tear Yizhou apart became Heap minced meat.

At the moment of dying, the illusory sword image in Yi Zhou's head made another contribution.

Because of the several jumps during this period of time, the sword in his head has condensed a part, and its power seems to be much greater than before, but it consumes a lot less mana.

Yi Zhou didn't have any free time after beheading a war slave, because the rest of the war slaves surrounded him again. He was surrounded in the middle, avoiding his own attacks in a very small space, and then looking for opportunities to kill them. Annihilate them one by one.

Only when the situation is the most critical, Yi Zhou will use the piece in the sea of ​​knowledge to help him - he is not sure how many times his mana can support him to use the sword shadow, if too many times cause him to leave the battlefield, then Too dangerous.

Seeing that Yi Zhou had more than enough to deal with, Si Heng was relieved a little, and he found a demonic monk to fight again, and when he thought it was suitable, he would kill him with one blow.

His movements were well controlled, and at first almost no one noticed anything unusual.

But it was almost nothing more than that. After dozens of cultivators who had transformed themselves into demons had died in succession, someone finally noticed him.

Moxiu, who was sitting on Zhan Nu's shoulder, narrowed his eyes and pointed forward: "Let's go."

The war slave he was sitting on was much shorter than the others, but it looked even more terrifying. The war slave approached quickly, and at the moment he was running, Moxiu on the war slave's shoulder took out a jade flute and brought it to his mouth blow up.

The flute he played had no sound, but changed into wind blades as his breath changed, and flew towards Si Heng.

Those wind blades are constantly changing shapes, they seem to be walking very slowly, but they are in front of them in the blink of an eye.

A look of interest appeared in Si Heng's eyes. He wanted to go up to him, but he stopped after thinking of something. He opened his mouth and let out a breath when the wind blade approached.

The exhaled breath covered the wind blades, easily blocking the forward movement of the wind blades. Not only that, those wind blades changed from transparent to light blue, and after a pause, they turned around and returned the same way.

Those wind blades are still the same as before, changing shapes all the time, making it difficult for people to see clearly.

Knowing that these wind blades are difficult to deal with, the sorcerer's face changed slightly, and he controlled the war slave to step forward.

Zhan Nu has a strong body and is not afraid of water and fire. The wind blades blew up one after another, but it only caused some moderate injuries on his body.

Moxiu calmed down slightly, showing a contemptuous smile, he brought the flute to his mouth again, and just as he was about to play, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

There was a smell of burning in the air, Moxiu lowered his head, and what he saw was most of the slaves who had been burned.

how so fast!

As soon as this idea popped up in my mind, the azure flame licked up.

The aura in his body vanished in just one breath, and Moxiu was completely surrounded by flames before he could escape.

Seeing the fire, Si Heng's eyes brightened slightly.

He didn't think that the demon cultivator was so difficult to deal with before, but in his subconscious reaction, he seemed to have caught something again.

Si Heng changed his previous decadence and joined the battlefield even more excitedly. He used wind, rain, thunder and lightning all over the place, and anyone who touched these things was instantly annihilated.

The movements of his hands became smoother and smoother, and at the same time, a picture became clearer in his mind.

Above the nine heavens, there is a floating fairy island.

The fairy air on the island is faint, surrounded by spiritual springs, and countless spiritual creatures enjoy themselves. In the very center of the fairy island, there is a high hanging palace.

Compared with the vitality of the island, the palace looks very empty.

In the center of the palace is a gorgeous and huge throne, the throne is hundreds of feet wide, with countless rare treasures inlaid on it, and a green dragon is coiled on the throne.

Qinglong's figure is huge, which makes people feel intimidated. His eyes are narrowed into a thin slit, and his body is coiled into a circle, protecting something in his arms.

The thing protected by him obviously didn't appreciate it, it kept struggling in his arms, and the struggling movement pulled Qinglong's beard, the guy in his arms stopped, and started to pull the beard even harder.

It's a pity that the strength is still too small, so Qinglong doesn't take it seriously.

Qinglong was not annoyed, he still squinted his eyes and took a nap, and only changed his posture slightly when the things in his arms were about to escape.

He protected the things in his arms so tightly that people couldn't see clearly, only a touch of whiteness could be glimpsed in his last movement.

At the end of the clip, Si Heng shook his head and dealt with a magician who wanted to sneak attack.

The scene just now kept reappearing in his mind. For some reason, Si Heng was particularly concerned about not being able to see clearly.The little guy in Qinglong's arms.

Rescuing a monk, Si Heng recalled the previous episode, and thought happily: It's so pitiful, I don't have the strength to resist, so I can only stay in his arms obediently.

He turned his head, found the familiar figure from the crowd, stared at his movements for a long time, and then came to a conclusion in his heart:

I definitely care about him.

While Si Heng was thinking about it, Yi Zhou couldn't stay idle.

Probably because his performance was too eye-catching. Since the first war slave was dealt with, the number of enemies around him has not decreased, but has tended to increase.

Yi Zhou gritted his teeth and almost squeezed his potential to the limit, only to avoid the seemingly fatal attacks time and time again.

Mana was being consumed rapidly, if he hadn't broken through a big realm, he probably wouldn't be able to hold on long ago.

A drop of sweat dripped from his forehead to his long eyelashes. Yi Zhou took a step back, raised his hand and swiped forward, a gleam of light flashed across the slightly transparent sword body in his hand.

With the sword slave in front of him being torn apart, Changyan finally couldn't bear the weight of the bottom and let it fall to the ground.

I don't know if it's because of his heart or something else, but Yi Zhou felt that the sword in the sea of ​​consciousness became clearer again, his connection with the sword became deeper, and the power of the sword became stronger at the same time.

Swinging his sword back to the two people in front, Yi Zhou quickly stuffed two pills into his mouth in the gap.

The magic power recovered little by little, and the somewhat illusory sword in his hand became real again, and Lanyue swung it out, splitting into a huge sword aura.

The time between life and death is when a monk makes the greatest progress, and so does Yi Zhou.

He didn't know how long he had been fighting. There were monks dying around him all the time. He didn't dare to slack off, because in the blink of an eye, you might die.

The stagnant mana just now becomes smoother, the Nascent Soul can hold more mana under the extreme pressure, the meridians become wider, and the time of the aura running becomes faster and faster.

These are the progress that others cannot see, but what others can see is the improvement of his various activities.

Body skills became more elegant and elusive, and sword energy was more harmful. In the past, a single sword energy could only leave a shallow mark on the body of the sword slave, but now it can cut a hole.

The sword slave became his best sword-testing stone, where Yi Zhou was striding forward at an extremely fast speed.

It is impossible for him to show his bravery on his side, and the side of Demon Dao is not clear, but they have nothing to do.

One or two demon cultivators alone pose less threat to Yi Zhou than sword slaves. The mental attacks that the demons are generally good at have little effect on Yi Zhou. There is Si Heng on the side watching him, as long as he is sure that someone is beyond Yi Zhou's ability, don't even try to get close to him.

Yi Zhou seemed to be playing a game of breakthrough. Whenever he felt that he had made a breakthrough, he would be surrounded by more powerful opponents. He kept improving every minute of every second.

Because of the fighting, the evil spirit is full of evil spirits within a thousand miles. These evil spirits will affect people's mind, and if they stay in it for a long time, they will become impulsive and irritable.

Monks will also be affected, so even if someone wants to control the form, there is absolutely no way.

The war slaves were completely destroyed in the impact again and again. Another wave of monks replaced Yizhou. This wave of monks was more difficult than before. He focused 12 points, and every movement was the best calculation. line.

Yi Zhou put all his attention on the opponents around him, and didn't notice any changes in himself.

The sword shadow is quietly stored in his sea of ​​consciousness, which is covered with a layer of gray mist. The mist is absorbed by the sword shadow little by little, and a small half of the sword body has already condensed into a solid body, covered with mysterious lines, just look at it , you can get lost in it.

The master outside didn't know the situation, and was still wandering around. When he found the opportunity, he chopped down with a sword, with an indomitable momentum.

Whenever Lanyue touches the body, the sword shadow in the sea of ​​consciousness will tremble slightly, it seems to be excited, but also seems to be eager, it wants to rush out of this place and drink the blood of the enemy.

But his master didn't care about him, so the sword shadow became more and more noisy, until it seemed to accept the reality and calmed down again.

The quiet sword shadow absorbed the mist faster than before, and the sword body solidified almost at a speed visible to the naked eye. The mist in the sea of ​​consciousness was limited, and it was quickly swallowed up by it.

So Jianying began to pretend dissatisfiedly again.

Its resistance had an effect this time, and Lanyue uttered a soft cry for no reason. Yizhou seemed to feel something, and the blade turned and pierced directly into Fang's chest.

The chest is not the monk's weakness, but after Lanyue is inserted, the sword energy instantly destroys the meridians of Moxiu's whole body.

The magic cultivator is in the late stage of the Nascent Soul, even if the body is damaged, it can be retaken, but the Nascent Soul is fragile, and this is a battlefield, and monks will not give up the body unless it is absolutely necessary.

While he was hesitating, Yi Zhou didn't draw out his sword. He took a wrong step to dodge the attack behind him, and then waved his hand and slashed out a sword energy to meet the other person.

The blood of that monk was inhaled by Lanyue little by little, and his body became withered. Yuan Ying, who was hiding in the dantian, cursed and finally made up his mind to escape.

The moment Yuanying rushed out of his body, Lanyue also moved.

It withdrew from the monk's body, caught up with the Yuanying who was trying to escape at the speed of light, and nailed him to the ground.

After finishing off the opponent, Lanyue groaned proudly, the sword trembled, and flew back to Yizhou's hand.

The sword that was full of blood was the same as before, but the sea of ​​consciousness of the sword owner was once again filled with mist.

Lanyue seemed to like this method, and she wanted to suck some blood every few minutes. Yizhou felt it and saw that there were no side effects, so she let it go.

With the help of Lanyue, the sword shadow in the sea of ​​consciousness condenses faster, and the more solid the sword shadow also makes the sword energy stronger, even just a single sword can kill an opponent of the same cultivation level instantly.

From the beginning of the battle to the present, Yi Zhou's cultivation base has not increased, but his real strength has more than doubled.

Si Heng kept a certain distance from him, and finally smiled when he killed his opponent with one sword.

Most of the high-level monks on Moxiu's side were wiped out by him, and the others would not pose any threat to his treasure.

What can be done.

Si Heng looked up at the sky, covered by the clouds above, was the battlefield of more than a dozen Void Returning powers.

As soon as he stepped out, he came to the sidelines without a sound. His outstretched fingers were covered with layers of dragon scales. With a light swipe of Si Heng, the void seemed to be split in two.

The cultivator who was about to attack Master Feiyun stopped abruptly, and an arm fell from his shoulder. Moxiu turned his head and saw a cultivator who looked like a man and a demon, and showed him a contemptuous smile.