Stunning beauty

Gezu ruins.

In the second mountain stream.

The peerless Tianjiao fought against the black-eyed Netherland again, Wushuang swung his slash, blood splashed like a waterfall.

The pitch-black blood water flew down on the leaves, dyeing the greenery with ink, making it extremely dazzling.

The black-eyed underworld was wounded, and it became even more irritating. He raised his head to the sky and let out a roar, and the black air around him roared out.

The power of the underworld erupted, shaking the battle, and the earth split open between the two of them.

Five steps away, Li Qingzhi looked at the crazy Netherland in front of him, and with a turn of his sword hand, his cultivation base also rapidly improved.

"Second brother, do you need help?"

Outside the battle, Li Ziye saw the scene ahead and asked.

"Need not."

Li Qingzhi responded, staring at the Netherland in front of him, and said coldly, "Stay back, don't get in the way."

"Okay, okay."

Li Ziye showed embarrassment when he heard his brother's words, and stepped back several steps to stay away from the battle.

He felt that his current strength was not bad, so he could help a little bit.

The second elder brother still loves his lovely younger brother and is afraid that he will get hurt, so he doesn't let him help, well, it must be like this.

While Li Ziye was comforting himself, in the battle ahead, Li Qingzhi and Ming Tu stood facing each other, and then moved at the same time.

Fists, palms, and swords collide with each other, and the air waves are raging, and the aftermath roars and gallops.

The Daoist sect's innate qi is domineering and fierce, and the power of the underworld is biting cold. The two forces collided constantly, and the whole mountain stream was shaken.

The mountains on both sides were affected by the remaining energy, boulders rolled down, and dust filled the sky.

Li Ziye, who had retreated to the foot of the mountain, looked at the boulder falling from above, and hurriedly dodged.

If you are not careful, you may be buried by falling rocks and cool down directly.

The gods fight, and the kid suffers. At this moment, it is vividly reflected in Li Ziye.

"Liujia's secret blessing, the heavens will greet you!"

As the battle heats up, the Taoist nine-character mantra secret technique reappears, Lin Zi Pian martial arts, borrowing strength from each other, Li Qingzhi swings his sword, and the tiger howls in the mountains and forests, and comes out violently.

The white tiger pierced through the body, and the black-eyed Mingtu stepped back several steps, and a pool of blood dripped from the corner of the mouth.

The underworld created by the Taoist sect is immortal, but that doesn't mean it won't be injured, and it won't kill you, but it is also the most perverted part of the underworld.

The moment the black-eyed Mingtu retreated, Li Qingzhi stepped forward, Wushuang pierced through the air, and the offensive continued continuously.

"Roar!"

After being wounded one after another, the black-eyed maniac was completely aroused, black energy surged all over his body, and countless black lines appeared on his body and face.

Wushuang got close, and the black-eyed Nether earth caught the sharp edge of the magic weapon with his bare hands. At the same time, he punched out and counterattacked strongly.

"boom!"

Li Qingzhi flipped his palms to block the move, he felt a huge force added to his body, and his body slid several feet away.

In an extremely fierce battle, the situation is ever-changing, only in an instant, the contest between the peak combat power in the world and the immortal body of the underworld, the tension is suffocating.

Thirty feet away, Li Qingzhi's feet must be fixed, and he stabilized his figure, and a touch of vermilion overflowed silently from his mouth.

At the foot of the mountain, Li Ziye noticed the blood on the corner of his brother's mouth, and his expression sank.

This Netherland is stronger than imagined.

Up to now, the battle has only been going on for a short time, and my brother is not exhausted yet. The fact that this black-eyed underworld can hurt his brother means that his absolute strength has reached a terrifying level.

Is it the peak of the five realms, or is it a false flower?

Li Ziye's eyes narrowed slightly, making judgments about the cultivation of the Underworld ahead of him.

After thinking for a long time, Li Ziye's body shook suddenly, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes.

Did he miscalculate something.

In both the Sazu ruins and the Gezu ruins, there is such a Netherland. Previously, he speculated that the young Netherland was not Sazu, because Sazu was a great practitioner who broke the five realms, and the strength of the young Netherland was obviously not enough to break the five realms. level.

The black-eyed underworld in front of him has not reached the level of breaking the five realms, and is similar to the young underworld in Sazu's ruins. Is it a coincidence?

Again, this is not a coincidence, but necessity.

Various thoughts flashed by, Li Ziye's expression became more and more serious, and he began to question his previous judgment.

Perhaps, he really guessed wrong.

Just as Li Ziye was re-estimating the situation in the two ruins, in the battle situation ahead, the black-eyed Netherland seemed to realize something, blocked a sword, took advantage of the situation to escape from the battle situation, and plundered in the direction of Li Ziye.

"Little brother, be careful!"

Li Qingzhi's expression changed slightly, and he reminded urgently.

Before the cliff, Li Ziye came back from his thoughts, turned around and ran away without hesitation.

"boom!"

In the blink of an eye, where Li Ziye was, the black-eyed underworld swept over, and he slammed his fist on the cliff. In an instant, the cliff collapsed, and huge stones fell like rain.

Fortunately, there was no one at the bottom of the cliff.

The attack of the black-eyed Netherland was too sudden, and anyone might have already been hit.

However, Li Ziye was different. His reaction speed of escaping was so fast that it was so skillful that it made people feel distressed.

Ten feet away, Li Ziye looked at the half of the cliff wall that was knocked down by the black-eyed Mingtu's punch in front of him, with cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

If the punch just now hit his body, he would almost be half cold.

"Feel sorry."

At this moment, Li Qingzhi passed by from behind, and said something calmly, his sword hand clenched tightly, his veins exposed, obviously, it was hard to hide the anger in his heart.

It's only a little short, if it wasn't for the quick reaction of the younger brother!

Li Qingzhi didn't even dare to think about it anymore.

"Fu Tian fights!"

With a deep shout of pent-up anger, the secret art of the Taoist sect opened in response, and the innate stellar energy surged out of Li Qingzhi's body. After a moment, the figure disappeared and reappeared, already in front of the black-eyed Mingtu.

When the sword falls, the sword energy is like autumn water across the sky, cutting everything along the way.

The black-eyed Netherland did not dodge or evade, and punched out, blocking Wushuang's sharp edge.

Then there was a terrifying collision sound, and the aftermath shook around the two of them, and rocks fell, smashing out huge deep pits one after another.

Li Qingzhi, who was burning with anger, did not hold back any moves, every move was one move, and he tried his best to destroy it.

Between three feet, fists, palms, and swords collided again and again, and the cliffs on both sides were impacted and shook violently again.

In the sky, the morning light is so bright, but it can't dispel the overwhelming anger in the heart of the peerless genius of the Li family.

at last.

After thirty moves, Li Qingzhi saw the gap between Black Eyed Netherland's moves, swung his sword and knocked him back a few steps.

The black-eyed Mingtu retreated, his footing was not stable, Li Qingzhi had already stalked him in front of him, he slapped the former's chest with his palm, and sent him flying again.

With a bang, the black-eyed Netherland, who was wounded one after another, hit the cliff behind and fell into it.

Before he could catch his breath, Li Qingzhi's figure swept forward again, piercing his body with a sword, directly nailing Netherland to the cliff.

Blood gushed out like a waterfall, fogging up the morning light and staining the cliff.

"Roar!"

The black-eyed Netherland roared in pain and struggled desperately.

"Noisy!"

Unable to subdue the anger in his heart, Li Qingzhi punched Netherland's throat heavily, destroying his larynx.