God-level upgrade system

Luo Zhongjia actually didn't want to fight Wei Yi in his heart.

I think he brought so many masters together to ambush Wei Yi. At that time, it can be said that the right time, place and people were all in place, but in the end he still failed to take down Wei Yi. On the contrary, he almost lost his life. If he made a move, he might have died in Wei Yi's hands long ago.

This time he was only bringing some younger brothers and sisters with him. His cultivation strength was far from being comparable to those of the lions and tigers back then. The help he could give him was extremely limited. How could he have any hope of winning?

However, he has no other choice at this moment. If Wei Yi is not dealt with, they will not be able to escape at all. In addition, as direct disciples of the Lion and Tiger Sect, once they are caught by Tai'a Mountain, there will be absolutely no escape. What a good end.

So even though he didn't want it in his heart, he still had to bite the bullet and step forward.

And Luo Zhongjia also had a little fantasy in his heart.

Although Wei Yixiu is strong, he has been fighting for such a long time after all, especially in the battle against two strong men in the holy realm, which consumes a lot of mental and physical energy, and even a hardened body will feel tired.

But he has never made a move, and he is still in his prime. As long as he seizes the opportunity, he may not be able to defeat Wei Yi, or even... kill Wei Yi directly, and avenge his master.

"Wei Yi, you are so contemptuous of me, today I will let you know that I, Luo Zhongjia, am not of Yi Yu's generation either!"

Luo Zhongjia's eyes flashed sharply. Although he was frustrated in front of Wei Yi time and time again, he was also one of the best talented warriors in the Lions and Tigers, and he was also an extremely outstanding figure of the younger generation.

Although he lacks the power of origin, his cultivation in the Wuhuang period is solid, and as a major disciple of the Shihumen, the magical powers and secrets he masters are far from being comparable to ordinary warriors, and his overall strength is comparable to those of the peak level of Wuhuang. The powerhouses are not much different.

His figure flickered, and he appeared in front of Wei Yi in an instant. Pulling his hands, a chain shining with purple light emerged, and then there were countless lightning arcs surging and jumping, like a mysterious power grid covering Wei Yi. Obviously, they planned to lock Wei Yishun up first.

"interesting."

Seeing this, Wei Yi couldn't help but stare at him slightly, but his reaction speed was much faster than Luo Zhongjia imagined. With one step back, he opened a distance of several feet in an instant, and easily avoided the crowd. Locked seal of purple grid.

At the same time, he grasped the void with his right hand, and the Dragon Slaying Sword soon appeared in his palm. Without a word, the sword fell down, and the sword light burst out from it, directly chopping at the center of the purple grid.

Zrazla...Boom!

Although Luo Zhongjia's secret technique was weird, under the slash of the Yin-Yang sword intent, it was still uncontrollably split into two halves. Even Luo Zhongjia himself was forced back several steps. It was only after hastily resisting that sword energy was barely offset.

"You are not my opponent, just surrender obediently."

Although Luo Zhongjia was easily forced back with a single shot, Wei Yi's face was as usual, and there was no trace of pride in his eyes.

With his current cultivation strength, Luo Zhongjia has long since ceased to regard Luo Zhongjia as an opponent of the same level. In his opinion, he is just bullying the small with the big, so naturally he doesn't feel that there is anything to be proud of.

However, his indifferent attitude made Luo Zhongjia angry from embarrassment.

"Dream! You bastard! Unless I die, I will never surrender to you!"

Luo Zhongjia gritted his teeth, his eyes were filled with deep-seated hatred, and immediately rushed forward again.

A long and slender sword soon appeared in his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, countless dazzling sword lights emerged, densely attacking Wei Yi's vital parts of the body, lifting the weight as lightly as possible. From this, it can be seen that Luo Zhongjia's sword skills The price is not low.

"Good ambition, since you are so loyal to Shihumen, then I can only fulfill you—"

Wei Yi sneered, then waved his right hand, and the picture of the Yellow River with Nine Curves flashed immediately.

In the blink of an eye, long rivers formed, directly enveloping Luo Zhongjia and those direct disciples of the Shihumen, blocking all their escape routes.

Wei Yi swung the Dragon Slaying Sword again, imbued with the yin and yang sword intent, and the black and white brilliance immediately shone, followed by streaks of piercing sword energy roaring out, colliding with Luo Zhongjia's sword light.

At the same time, Wei Yi used the supernatural power of the blood mist body again, and in a blink of an eye, his figures intersected and appeared behind Luo Zhongjia. Before Luo Zhongjia could react, the extremely fierce sword light had already torn apart His body-protecting true essence slammed down on his body.

With a bang, the terrifying energy contained in the fire-attributed true essence poured down, and Luo Zhongjia was severely injured instantly. However, this guy was not the kind of flower in a greenhouse. Instead of crying out in pain, he gritted his teeth tightly. Dantian Zhenyuan exploded immediately, and the long sword in his hand stabbed directly at Wei Yi's chest like lightning.

Even though Wei Yi had the basalt armor to protect him, he was struck back by his violent sword, but Wei Yi's physical strength was far beyond imagination, even if this sword broke through the protection of the basalt armor, he still It didn't penetrate Wei Yi's body, and in a blink of an eye, the protective essence condensed again, and the basalt armor was restored to its original state. Wei Yi seemed to be a normal person.

The two had already exchanged more than ten moves in a short time, and the moves were all life-threatening and killing. If it were an ordinary warrior, I might not be able to catch even a single move. The confrontation between the slightest is even more thrilling.

The Shihumen disciples around were like ants on a hot pot, blocked by the Jiuqu Yellow River Map, they couldn't escape even if they wanted to, but they couldn't help them at all, so they could only stand aside look on in despair.

More importantly, they could all see that their elder brother was completely at a disadvantage.

Wei Yi's skin is thick and thick, and he is not afraid of ordinary attacks at all. He is as fierce as ever and hard to resist. On the other hand, Luo Zhongjia can attack back and forth at the beginning, but as his injuries become more and more serious, he soon becomes mediocre. Can blindly passive defense.

"Soul-fixing clock!"

After a while, Luo Zhongjia finally couldn't help but took out the hole card at the bottom of the box, which was the Dinghun Bell, one of the most treasured treasures of Shihumen.

When he was ambushing Wei Yi before, he relied on this soul-fixing clock to overwhelm Wei Yi. How could Wei Yi not be impressed.

In fact, Wei Yi has been waiting for this moment.

"Sure enough, the Dinghun Bell is in your hands. If it's a treasure delivered to your door, then I won't be polite."

Wei Yi laughed out loud. With his current level of strength, ordinary treasures are no longer in his eyes, and ordinary treasures are of no use to him, but the meaning of a strange treasure like the Dinghun Clock is completely different.

Before Luo Zhongjia could fully arouse the power of the Dinghun Bell, Wei Yi had already manipulated the Jiuqu Yellow River Map, gathered a huge force in the shortest time, and directly suppressed Luo Zhongjia.

"Crack-knock-"

Luo Zhongjia was caught off guard and knelt down on the ground, followed by a sharp sword light whistling.

His head was separated from his body in this way, his eyes were still wide open, full of deep unwillingness.

As for the Dinghun Bell, which he had placed high hopes on, it had already fallen into Wei Yi's hands.