First Immortal of the Sword Chapter 1345: One punch to fly
Divided life and death, cut off the grudge!
Su Yi's light-hearted words had unquestionable power.
The field became more and more deadly, and everyone was watching, holding their breaths.
"Three, let me weigh the spectator first!"
There was a flash of light in the artist's eyes.
He has a tall figure, white robes like snow, handsome and romantic.
At this time, as he spoke, his aura changed.
Boom!
The void trembled violently, and an ink-like flying fairy light rain emerged, and around the painter's figure, a picture of splashing ink was drawn.
In the picture scroll, the Law of the Great Dao is concluded as a budding lotus flower, swaying and swaying, as if it can come alive at any time.
A powerful force spreads across the audience like a hurricane.
"With such a heritage and aura, it can be rated as the top grade even in the ancient times, and it belongs to no one in a thousand!"
Some of the dead spirits of the ancient Taoist traditions are moving.
They were all big figures on the Ascension Road during their lifetimes. At a glance, they could see that the painter's foundation in the Divine Infant Realm was extremely strong, far exceeding that of ordinary people.
"Normal, in today's world, all the characters who can set foot in the Ascension Realm for the first time have stayed in the Cave Realm for an unknown number of years, thus accumulating a huge heritage beyond imagination."
Some old deceased spirits whispered, "In addition, these people in this world are all giants of the starry sky. Regardless of their background, spirit, talent, and talent, they are far superior to those in the same realm."
"If it was in the ancient times, with the ability of these people, there is no need to worry about not being able to set foot on the road of ascension, and it is not impossible to ascend to the immortal."
"In the final analysis, they were born in the wrong era before, but now as long as the opportunity comes, they can soar upward, revealing unimaginable horrors."
...Many eyes were focused on the artist, trembling.
As soon as he stepped into the Ascension Realm, he already had a solid background at the top level, which made those dead souls of the ancient Taoism feel amazing.
"Come on, above this sea of clouds, have a good fight!"
The painter let out a long whistle, and the figure rose out of thin air, and came under the sky, with a flamboyant demeanor and shocking majesty.
Su Yi raised his brows slightly and laughed.
This old thing, in the past, didn't dare to appear in front of him at all.
But now he dares to be the first to provoke himself. No doubt, after stepping into the Ascension Realm, the artist's confidence has swelled!
"Aren't you going together?"
Su Yi glanced at Fisherman, Deng Zuo, and Yan Daolin.
"Don't worry."
The fisherman calmly said, "It is the safest way to deal with your master."
Under the sky, the artist frowned.
Do you think that you are not his opponent?
"No matter, today we will part with each other in life and death, no matter how you want to fight, I will help you."
Su Yi smiled, and his figure disappeared out of thin air.
The next moment, he has come under the sky.
The aura is as indifferent as before, without any edge.
Boom!
The painter shot directly, and the picture scroll wrapped around the body rose up in the sky, suppressing it towards Su Yi.
In the picture scroll, the lotus swaying and blooming quietly.
Black feathering laws are intertwined and flow on the petals.
Extremely beautiful, but also extremely dangerous!
There are many deceased spirits with strength comparable to the Divine Infant Realm. When they saw this blow, their faces changed slightly, and their backs were cold.
This power is enough to pose a deadly threat to them!
This blow, the painter did not keep it, but after he set foot in the Ascension Realm, he was a manifestation of Taoism, and he did his best!
With this blow, it is enough to kill the dead souls of the gods in this world.
And this is where the artist dares to challenge Su Yi one-on-one.
The nearby void cracked and exploded, unable to withstand the power of that picture, the dazzling fairy light lasing seemed to cover it in all directions.
Su Yi did not dodge.
He strode into the sky, his palms like swords, and he made a stroke in the air.
An incomparable dazzling sword light appeared, and the picture scroll shattered and exploded.
"Guanzhu, you have been fooled, my law of imitating the sky is not so easy to accept!"
The artist laughed.
When the sound sounded, in the bursting scroll, the lotus flower swayed, and countless petals fell, covering Su Yi's whole body.
Each petal looks soft and beautiful, but when it falls, it turns into the fastest and most violent arc, revealing a violent and devastating power.
When thousands of petals fall, that one blow is enough to kill the cultivator of the same realm!
Su Yi snorted, and a mysterious and unpredictable Dao light filled his body. No matter how fierce the thousands of petals were, he could never touch Su Yi.
"It's just as if..."
With Su Yi's soft words, the light on his body flourished, and thousands of petals shattered and were easily wiped out.
The artist's smile froze instantly.
Did not hesitate, he shot again.
Whoa!
In the sky, immortal light is transpiring, and a mighty picture of the galaxy emerges. If the real starry sky comes to the world, the sky and the earth will be darkened, and Su Yi will be covered in it.
But in just an instant, a dazzling sword-qi Changhong rose from the sky, tearing apart the galaxy, piercing the sky, and slashing towards the painter.
"Condensation!"
The painter's tongue burst into thunder, and a picture scroll turned into an ancient sacred mountain, lying in front of him.
His attack takes the universe as a picture, and every picture that falls is a terrifying and boundless attack, vivid and powerful.
That kind of demeanor caused a lot of exclamations in the field.
What is even more shocking is Su Yi's combat power.
Seeing the sword that rose from the sky slashed down, the ancient sacred mountain displayed by the painter was like tofu, shattered and torn apart.
And the artist just felt a force that Peimuo could not be able to slam into, as if the gods lifted Mount Tai and smashed it.
Bang!
The artist shook his head with all his strength, but he was still shaken by this sword, his body was churning with blood, and his face couldn't help but change slightly.
And Su Yi had already stepped into the air and attacked horizontally.
His green robe fluttered and he was bare-handed, but his body was full of indestructible sword intent, which caused the sky to tremble violently.
The audience looked sideways at him, all of them were shocked.
"This is the power of the spectator? It's really terrifying!"
"No wonder Lord Guan Zhu dares to go to battle alone. It turns out that his way of doing things can already shake those giants who have set foot on the path of ascension."
…the field is boiling.
"This spectator is indeed too perverted. In the Primordial Period, except for the descendants of the immortals from the immortal world, it is almost difficult to find anyone who can compare with them."
The eyes of the dead souls in the ancient Taoism flickered, and they were all moved.
Whether it was the battle at the Jiekong Temple or the battle at the Shengong Workshop, the monks all over the world had already realized how unbelievable Su Yi's conduct was.
But it's still shocking to see him fighting!
Boom!
The clouds shattered and the ten directions trembled.
Under the sky, the battle is fierce.
The artist was full of fairy light, and he raised his hands and gestures, as if splashing ink and swiping between the heavens and the earth, and a mysterious picture scroll appeared.
Painting scrolls may draw thunder, divine flames, torrents, mountains and rivers, or draw ominous animals, beasts, and all kinds of peerless ominous.
Power is extremely powerful.
Su Yi's counterattack is very simple, or can be said to be domineering. His palms are like swords, and he pushes straight forward. Picture scrolls explode in front of him, turning into colorful light rain lasing.
Destroy all the way!
By the end, the painter's expression had become extremely solemn, and he did not dare to hesitate any longer and sacrificed his Dao soldiers.
A gray paintbrush cut from dead wood appeared in the artist's hand.
As his wrist shakes, the edge of the pen ticks in the air.
Click!
The void was split into a long and narrow crack, and a dazzling lightning fell, filled with a majestic sky.
Su Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he threw a fist at him, but his figure shook, his palm and five fingers were slashed, his flesh split open, and his flesh was blurred.
The spectators were all shocked and nervous.
"Lord, show your sword!"
In the distance, the artist spoke coldly.
In his hand, the brush like a dry branch breathes out the breath of chaos, pulling the general trend of the surrounding sky, and for a while, the sky is billowing with dark clouds, and there are splendid and incomparable thunders churning in it.
Zhen Xiao Pen!
Refined from the original tree heart of the feather-level celestial and earth treasure "Xuanlei Xuanmu", it can lead the general trend of heaven and earth and trigger Jiuxiao Leigang!
"Take care of you, you don't need to use the sword yet."
Su Yi shook his arm, and as the power of the Law of Metamorphosis circulated, the **** right hand suddenly returned to normal.
Shhh!
He dashed forward, interpreting the profound meaning of the law of flying light, as fast as a teleportation, and killed the painter.
The sky trembled, a piece of thunder fell, and the splendid electric light illuminated the sky and the earth, and the sky was white. The power made many dead souls in the field horrified.
But Su Yi didn't dodge or evade, and clenched his fists with his palms and fingers, like a **** who beat a drumstick and smashed it in the air.
Boom!
Thunder like a waterfall, blasted by a punch.
The sword qi emanating from the strength of the fist is like a side of the Qingming world coming to the world. It is the power of the profound meaning of the Xuanxu, and it swept away with this fist.
The painter's face changed suddenly, and he swiped the Zhenxiao brush repeatedly to resolve the blow.
Before he could counterattack, Su Yi flashed out of thin air, as if teleporting, he raised his fist and slammed it.
The fair-skinned fist lingered with the radiant light of the morning sun, as if the sky was oppressed by a blue sky.
The painter had chills on his back, and he used all his strength to shake the sky, and the rolling thunder waterfall burst out, making the sky dazzlingly bright, like a doomsday thunder disaster.
But soon, this rolling thunder waterfall was blasted!
Su Yi's punch was too strong, like a force of smashing bamboo, piercing the sky, and slamming the artist's Zhenxiao brush.
Bang! !
The Zhenxiao Pen, filled with the chaotic aura, trembled violently~IndoMTL.com~ After all, it failed to block Su Yi's punch, and was directly blasted away.
Su Yi's fist strength remained unabated, and he slammed into the painter's chest.
At that moment, I don't know how many protective instruments exploded, bursting with dazzling debris and light rain.
And the artist was blasted upside down!
The audience trembled, and I don't know how many people were stunned.
Su Yi's punch, abruptly punched out an aura of pioneering and invincible attack! Powerful enough to be terrifying!
Even those dead souls of the ancient Taoist lineage, as well as contemporary figures such as Zhong Tianquan and Zhou Hanshan, have all changed their colors.
It has not been a moment since the start of the battle, even if the painter used his Taoist soldiers, he could not stop Su Yi's offensive, and he was blown away by a punch at this moment!
This is totally unexpected.
And at this moment, Su Yi's powerful and domineering methods completely caused a sensation in the audience.