Yi Qiu's sword instantly brushed the face of the black-robed woman, and the sharp sword light directly shattered the mask on the woman's face.

Then an ugly face appeared.

I saw that this woman had a scar on her face and a fierce face, which could be said to be the ugliest woman Yi Qiu had ever seen, and there was no one.

"Damn, how ugly!"

Yi Qiu blurted out his debut.

When the woman heard this, she was immediately furious, and her eyes almost erupted with boundless anger, she hated others to use her appearance to say things the most in her life, and on weekdays in the sect, even those who were stronger than her did not dare to do this, this person actually said that she was ugly as soon as she opened her mouth, which was simply pouring salt on her wounds.

"Damn! Stinky boy, the old lady has to pull out your skin!

The black-robed woman roared, and in an instant, the long knives in both hands danced out like the wind, and then, countless sword shadows slashed out, like a storm composed of countless sword shadows, crashing towards Yi Qiu.

"Hmph, I want to see, how do you pick my skin, seven-vein sword wave!"

Yi Qiu snorted coldly, a wisp of disdain flashed in his eyes, and with a flick of his fingers, seven sword waves roared out, and in an instant, they blasted towards the sword shadow storm.

Bang!

A movement louder than thunder sounded, and the seven-vein sword wave instantly collided with the storm.

As a result, the storm was directly shattered by the pulse sword wave.

At the same time, that pulse sword wave, castration did not stop, and instantly pierced the chest of the black-robed woman.

The ugly face of the black-robed woman froze instantly, and then she showed an expression of disbelief, pointed at Yi Qiu, and said intermittently: "This ...... How...... Possible...... How can you block my knife......"

Before she finished speaking, the body of the black-robed woman fell downward.

And without the protection of the Holy Power, the black-robed woman was quickly torn to pieces by the fierce wind of the cloud and thunderstorm.

Seeing this scene, the other three black-robed people were all as pale as earth.

Unexpectedly, they didn't wait to kill Yi Qiu, but they died first.

Yi Qiu withdrew his fingers, looked at the other three black-robed men expressionlessly, and said, "Do you still think that with your strength, you can kill me?"

The three black-robed men all looked a little embarrassed.

Indeed, Yi Qiu's finger just now was powerful, and among the three of them, except for the strong man who had already reached the Great Perfection of the Holy Lord, the other two would probably be difficult to take.

"Boy, I really underestimated you, I didn't expect that with your strength, you would be able to release such a powerful supernatural power, but even so, you don't want to leave alive today!"

The black-robed man led by him snorted angrily, flipped his palm, and suddenly a spear appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Advanced Holy Spear Technique!Black Dragon Cloud Breaking Strike!"

The spear was dazzling, and the spear suddenly slashed through the air like a black dragon was born, slashing at Yi Qiu.

This shot was so powerful that it almost pierced the void, and the whistling sound was deafening.

Yi Qiu's eyes flashed, knowing that the power of this spear was not at all comparable to the ugly woman just now, and even an ordinary saint king might not be able to take it, so he didn't dare to be careless, and directly took out the broken sword.

"Let me die, you're not qualified, Sword Spirit, out!"

Yi Qiu's eyes flashed with coldness, and he poured all the powerful holy power in his body into the holy sword, with Yi Qiu's current holy power, it was not weaker than a late-stage saint lord in the slightest, so after devouring a large amount of holy power, the power of the broken sword had reached a terrifying level.

Buzzing!

The broken sword shook loudly, and let out a piercing sword roar, like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring for hundreds of miles, echoing endlessly in the thundercloud storm, and then the broken sword rushed out like a long rainbow through the sun.

Rumble!

The broken sword instantly slashed at the shadow of the black dragon spear.

Click!

Immediately, there was a loud bang, and the broken sword instantly pierced the black dragon strongly, and then slashed towards the black-robed man led by a bamboo.

The black-robed man's face changed, and before he could react, something had happened.

The rainbow of the broken sword passed through his neck.

Poof!

Blood splattered out, and the black-robed man's head flew out in an instant.

The other two people were completely stupid when they saw this scene.

A Saint Lord Great Perfection powerhouse was actually killed by an early Saint Lord with a sword, this is too terrifying, how could that sword just now be so strong!?

The two black-robed men glanced at each other, and their eyes were full of horror.

Immediately after that, the two didn't say a word, turned around and fled.

Just kidding, even the Holy Lord Great Perfection powerhouse was slashed with a sword.

Not to mention them, the Latter-day Lords.

Seeing the two of them in the blink of an eye, they fled without a trace.

Yi Qiu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and his face showed a bit of happiness, although he was strong enough to kill those two powerhouses, but in all fairness, he had almost consumed all the holy power in his body.

Especially the last sword, he not only consumed a lot of holy power, but also consumed a lot of soul power.

Therefore, at this moment, he is already at the end of the crossbow, if those two people are not scared away, Yi Qiu is almost certain to die.

Yi Qiu put away the broken sword and was about to leave.

But he felt that his body couldn't lift any strength, and the whole person seemed to be prostration, and his mind was also groggy, and his vision in front of him became blurred.

If it is placed on weekdays, Yi Qiu encounters such a situation, with his body, he will get better after resting for a while.

But this moment is different, he is now in the midst of a storm of clouds and thunder.

The violent wind around him could easily tear apart the body of a Holy Lord, with his current condition, how could he possibly compete with it.

Soon, under the storm, Yi Qiu's body involuntarily fell downward.

Finished!

Yi Qiu knew in his heart that there was a boundless whirlpool below the cloud and thunderstorm, and if it fell, it would definitely be doomed.

However, although he knew this, he was powerless to resist, so he could only let his body fall downward, and at the same time, the last consciousness in his mind disappeared, and his eyes closed in despair.

Seeing that Yi Qiu was about to be buried in the cloud and thunder storm, he was swallowed by the cloud and thunder storm.

However, at this moment, a white figure suddenly rushed out, appearing below Yi Qiu like lightning, hugging Yi Qiu's body tightly.

"What a powerful guy, you can actually kill the Holy Lord of the Great Perfection, but I underestimate you, but if you meet me, it will be your fate. ”

After the white figure snorted lightly, he galloped away with Yi Qiu in his arms and disappeared into the vast clouds.

......

In a coma, Yi Qiu's consciousness seemed to have come to a strange world.

This world seems to be a boundless hell, and under his feet, there is a shocking endless sea of blood.

And in the depths of the sea of blood, it was as if something was calling him.

"Come, little one, come to me. ”

(End of chapter)