"Kill me?

You are not qualified enough!”

Xiao Yi spoke calmly, looking in the direction of one of the Grand Master chairs.

This glance.

It actually made the Grand Master chair explode with a bang.

Almost at the same time.

A roar suddenly echoed in Zhengyi Hall: "Bold!"

Boom!                                                                                                                              

Go straight to Xiao Yi Tianlinggu.

This is to kill him with one blow! “Ah…” Ye Yingge exclaimed and subconsciously closed her eyes.

Xiaolin glanced at her and said lightly: "Don't worry!"

Next second.

Xiao Yi, who should have fallen under this sudden palm, suddenly raised his hand, and the palm was blocked through the void.

Dong! The muffled thunder-like sound is deafening.

The sudden palm also stagnated suddenly, and then suddenly retreated.

Down and land! A series of footprints left on the ground.

Until this time... the transparent figure gradually appeared.

This is a middle-aged man wearing white clothes and his hair and beard are pale as white as snow, and his pupils are covered in white.

If it weren't for the constant spitting out of his eyes, I'm afraid anyone would think that this was a blind man when he saw him.

But Xiao Yi did not underestimate the person in front of him at all.

These eyes are not ordinary eyes, but a pair of sword eyes, condensed with swords into eyes.

This person is a top master in kendo.

And this man's sword is a deviant move.

All over his body.

The hair and beard are swords.

The eyes are swords.

All bones are full of swords...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

You can actually see the foundation of this post?"

Hong Lian narrowed his eyes, and there was a faint sword shadow passing through his pale eyes.

As Xiao Yi speculated, this is a pair of sword eyes.

"It's really puzzling to understand that such a sword-loving person is placed in Zhengyi Hall..." Xiao Yi pointed to the bloody battle knife behind him and said.

Hong Lian said lightly: "That is the city lord's weapon, not my throne!"

"I see!"

Xiao Yi nodded, feeling relaxed, without any sign of tension and anxiety about falling into a trap, "You are just doing well in this class!"

"It's enough to serve as a burial place for you?"

Hong Lian also asked.

“Not enough!”

Xiao Yi shook his head.

Although it was the first time the two met, they were more like old friends who had not seen each other for many years, chatting about family matters. Hong Lian asked curiously: "What else is missing?

You are a person worthy of my attention. If I hadn't owed Wang Jianfeng a favor, I would have spared you today.

But unfortunately, I have promised him that I will take your life and will not let you take a step forward!"

Xiao Yi said: "There is a little bit of anger here!"

"angry?"

Hong Lian was stunned and asked in confusion, "Why should you still be angry when you are burial?"

Xiao Yi leaned forward slightly, and his voice gradually became low: "You killed him a lot, and even refined himself into a sword man who is neither human nor ghost. If you buried you here without any anger, wouldn't you be afraid of the grass on the grave even if you have lived hundreds or thousands of years?"

"..." Hong Lian was speechless for a moment.

Piao Nima's grave grass! Are you a little enlightened to fall into danger?

It’s me who obviously takes the initiative, right?

Hong Lian took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "You are really arrogant... However, if you have such strength at your age, anyone would only be more arrogant than you."

"Thank you for the compliment!"

Xiao Yi grinned and then said seriously, "You are not my opponent. For your years of fighting in the realm of the realm for the Unharmed Heaven, you immediately retreat and hand over Wang Shaojie and I can spare your life.

Otherwise, I will overturn your officialdom today!”

"Hahaha..." Hong Lian laughed to the sky, as if he had heard a ridiculous joke, "The last person who dared to talk to me like this has now withered hundreds of times."

The laughter still echoed in the hall.

Hong Lian suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a splendid light, and his tongue was actually a sword.

Swish! The sword light is shocking.

It's really hard to defend against verbal confrontation.

Xiao Yi bounced his fingers and shot the sword away. The afterglow just swept away, and he couldn't help but look surprised.

With his physical strength, he is comparable to the Holy King's Soldier.

But even such a moment of collision just now made his fingers break a sword mark.

Blood is slowly overflowing.

Although it was just a slight sword mark, it was enough to prove that Hong Lian's combat power was definitely above Wang Jianfeng's divine clone.

"What a hard holy body, I just don't know how many swords you can block me!"

Hong Lian snorted coldly.

His figure had already burst into pieces.

He has white hair, pale eyes, and even every piece of skin on his body can be used as a sword.

It really surprised Xiao Yi.

He has never faced such a difficult opponent.

"Qingping!"

The palm of his hand slid into the air, and the Qingping Sword tore through the void and appeared in his palm.

Feel the terrifying sword intent filled the hall.

The Qingping Sword buzzed.

Holy King Soldier.

Confronted with the sword man of the Holy King's soldier level.

This is destined to be a peak showdown.

Bang! Qingping's sharp sword tip pierced out horizontally, and Hong Lian on the opposite side used his hand as his sword.

Sword pointed to the sky.

The two collided in the void and shot out dazzling light.

Almost at the same time.

The corner of Hong Lian's mouth raised slightly with a sinister sneer. He saw that his arms became extremely soft, and he wrapped around the Qingping Sword like a spirit snake and rolled up.

In an instant, I arrived at the hilt of the sword.

"Save it!"

Hong Lian growled.

His palm turned into a spirit snake, and he suddenly pulled it back, and then suddenly cut it towards Xiao Yi's wrist.

The fingertips are sharp, comparable to the Holy King's Soldier.

If this is cut, Xiao Yi's wrist will not be guaranteed! Facing waiting for the moment of crisis.

Xiao Yi was surprisingly calm, and saw his toes slightly on the ground. Although this light action made his body jump up.

His body was shaped like a gyro and turned rapidly.
To be continued...