Unparalleled War Emperor

boom!

There was a loud noise, and Yun Yi's dark dragon hand broke with the sound, and Xi Yong's dark giant palm also paused, shaking for a moment, and finally couldn't hold on, and completely collapsed.

"How is it possible? How can you be on par with my Netherworld Divine Palm?"

Xi Yong said in disbelief. You must know that this Nether Palm is a powerful combat skill that he spent a lot of time to improve after acquiring the magic.

There has even been a ray of netherworld power derived from it, which is by no means comparable to ordinary combat skills.

Although it is not an immortal technique, under the increase of powerful immortal power, it is definitely not something that a spirit fairy can resist.

Although he still had a certain advantage with this blow, this advantage was not obvious, which made it difficult for him to accept it.

"Is this the only strength a dignified earth immortal has?"

Yun Yi said nonchalantly, the Dark Dragon Hand is an inherited combat skill he obtained by merging the soul of the black dragon.

That was the dragon soul of a real dragon, and the Dark Dragon Hands it inherited, although not as good as the innate combat skills like the Nine Chasma King Seal, were by no means comparable to ordinary combat skills.

Even compared to real magic, it is not bad at all.

The reason why Xi Yong has a slight advantage this time is mainly because of the gap in cultivation.

After all, Yun Yi is only in the seventh-level spiritual realm. If he hadn't created the follow-up cultivation techniques of the Innate Dao Sutra before, he would never be Xi Yong's enemy.

As for now, it is still unclear who will win.

"Since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill your wish, the Netherworld Soul-Breaking Knife!"

Xi Yong was furious. This boy had only broken one of his Netherworld Divine Palms, but he dared to ignore him like this. This was a great shame and humiliation for him.

Then with a thought in his heart, the power of the darkness immediately condensed into a pitch-black sword, drawing a black arc in the air and heading towards Yun Yi.

The Netherworld Soul-Breaking Knife, as the name suggests, is an immortal technique aimed at immortal souls. It can ignore the defense of the physical body and directly harm the immortal soul.

Once hit, the power of the netherworld in the netherworld soul-breaking knife can split the opponent's immortal soul into two, directly depriving the enemy of control over certain parts of the body, and even life.

It can be said that this is an immortal technique that he acquired at great cost, and it is definitely not something that Yun Yi can resist.

"The power of the netherworld?"

Yun Yi frowned. This was the first time he had seen this kind of power in other people.

It is not surprising that the Nether Wolf can produce the power of the Netherworld in its body. After all, it has the blood of the three-headed hell dog in its body. The three-headed hell dog itself is a Netherworld creature, so it is normal for it to be able to produce the power of the Netherworld.

But people are different. Without special means, it is impossible for a living person to come into contact with the power of the netherworld.

In other words, he is not the first person to be able to communicate with the underworld, and of course, he will certainly not be the last.

"Yes, it is the power of the netherworld. You have never seen it before."

Xi Yong said very proudly. You must know that the Netherworld Soul-Breaking Knife is a very difficult immortal technique to cultivate. Many people in the Xiaoyao Immortal Sect have tried to practice it, but in the end they all ended in failure.

After all, this Netherworld Soul-Breaking Knife needs to condense a ray of Netherworld power.

This is not a power possessed by the immortal world. It was only during the process of reincarnation and reconstruction in the lower world that he gained a certain understanding of the power of the netherworld.

But it was only when I came into contact with the Netherworld Soul-Breaking Knife that I finally realized it.

Only then can he master this magical skill so easily, which has become his pride, and he can't help but show it off to everyone he sees.

"I have never seen such a weak Netherworld power."

Yun Yi said calmly, he really didn't take this little power of the netherworld seriously.

Even before Hei Er and the others advanced into the three-headed hell dogs, the power of the netherworld they gathered was much stronger than him.

"You brat, how dare you underestimate me."

Xi Yong's eyes were about to burst, and he said angrily: "Originally, I wanted to kill you directly, but now I have changed my mind. I want to destroy all your limbs, so that you will know what life is worse than death. Just watch the moves. "

In his opinion, after he used the Netherworld Soul-Breaking Knife, Yun Yi had become a piece of fish on the chopping board, and he could not control his life or death.

But in this guy's words, he didn't even pay attention to the Netherworld Soul-Breaking Knife that he was proud of. It was like a naked slap in his face.

How could he endure such humiliation?

As soon as he finished speaking, he came to the side of the Netherworld Soul-Breaking Knife. He grabbed it and strode out. He was in front of Yun Yi in an instant, and the black blade in his hand fell on Yun Yi's hand. above the shoulders.

"Void Seal!"

Yun Yi's expression remained unchanged, and void marks appeared around him. Then, his figure disappeared out of thin air. When he reappeared, he was already a hundred feet away.

Buzz!

Then, the space trembled, and a dark force appeared from Yun Yi's palm, and instantly condensed into a sickle as black as ink.

This was the Death Scythe used by the Dark Death, and it was brought over directly by Yun Yi.

"The power of the netherworld!"

Xi Yong's eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "How is it possible? How could you condense such a strong power of the underworld?"

He discovered that the Death Scythe in Yun Yi's hand was actually made of the power of the Netherworld. Compared with his own Netherworld Soul-Breaking Sword, there was simply a difference between heaven and earth, and there was no comparison at all.

No wonder Yun Yi said that before.

However, he was well aware of the difficulty of condensing the power of the netherworld. It took him hundreds of years to condense this strand, and he succeeded in condensing it only after he got the Nether Soul-Breaking Sword.

Yun Yi was only a seventh-level spiritual immortal, how could he do this?

"Aren't you going to cripple my limbs? I just have this idea, let's see who can do it."

Yun Yi snorted coldly, and in a flash, he came to Xi Yong, and the Death Scythe in his hand smashed down, turning directly into a residual image, and slashed down at his right arm.

"Not good!"

Xi Yong was shocked, and almost instinctively raised the Nether Soul-Breaking Sword in his hand to block it.

But unfortunately, how could his Nether Soul-Breaking Sword be compared with the Death Scythe? It was like a person holding a wooden sword and a precious sword fighting each other, there was no comparison at all.

Just a face-to-face, the Nether Soul-Breaking Sword was shattered like paper.

Yun Yi would not let him go because of this. The strength in his hand suddenly doubled, causing the speed of the Death Scythe to increase dramatically. It turned into a residual image and passed through Xi Yong's right arm.

Ah!

Accompanied by Xi Yong's pig-killing scream, a wisp of immortal soul fell from his arm.

Xi Yong endured the piercing pain and stretched out his hand to take back the immortal soul. He knew very well what it meant to lose this immortal soul.

But unfortunately, the Death Scythe had already arrived next to the immortal soul, and a ball of netherworld power was released, wrapping it up.