Stunning beauty

The cold night is bitterly cold.

Qingping Daze.

The three-headed dragon reappeared, and it was extremely powerful.

In the thick fog, Li Ziye, who was exhausted, looked at the dragon in front of him, his expression darkened.

This is really the worst result.

"Roar!"

Three evil dragons, the three heads roared in unison, and the momentum was earth-shattering.

"call."

Li Ziye stabilized his figure, and, as always, exhaled fragrantly, "Your uncle!"

After greeting, Li Ziye stomped on his feet, passed by, and charged forward with his sword.

The three-headed dragons opened their huge mouths, and the breaths of the dragons stirred, and then spewed out one after another.

"Flying Immortal Art."

Li Ziye's figure flashed past, one body split into two, one left and one right, and charged towards the evil dragon.

The dragon's breath swallowed the sky and destroyed the earth, and an afterimage collapsed in response.

The second dragon's breath approached him, between the virtual and the real, the move changed, and a figure separated from the illusory afterimage.

At this moment, the third dragon's breath has arrived.

Three-headed dragons, three mouthfuls of dragon breath, ruthless.

Li Ziye avoided the first two dragon breaths, but he couldn't avoid the third one.

The remaining zhenqi in his body could not allow Li Ziye to block the dragon's breath. In a critical moment, his heart swayed, his sword condensed a little, and he risked his life.

In the past, when my elder brother taught me martial arts, the essence of the sword is fast, accurate and concentrated.

Li Ziye's sword was fast enough and accurate enough, but it was far from enough to focus on the two words.

Today, before life and death are at stake, there is only one way to fight.

Concentrate true energy, tap the tip of the sword to break the face with a point, and break the dragon's breath with the face.

"boom!"

Chunjun broke the dragon's breath, only to see a pool of blood splattered, Yu Jin counterattacked, the corner of Li Ziye's mouth immediately saw vermilion.

Amidst the muffled groan, afterimages flashed by, blood flowed non-stop, and the sword's momentum didn't stop.

In the blink of an eye, Li Ziye's figure flitted in front of the dragon, and he slashed down with his sword, breaking off the dragon's head.

The evil spirit was shaking, and Li Ziye, who was exhausted, was immediately blown away.

"Roar!"

The dragon roared in pain, and one of the three heads that had finally condensed was cut off again.

Ten feet away, Li Ziye staggered to the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, endured his injuries, and stretched out a thumb towards the Baqi God of Misfortune in front of him, then turned it over, and gave a slap down.

Spicy chicken!

"Roar!"

The two-headed dragon seemed to understand the former's gesture, and became more and more angry, roaring to the sky.

"So what if it grows three heads, once you grow it, I will cut it off once!"

Li Ziye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and said mockingly, "I don't believe that you can keep growing, come again!"

After the words fell, Li Ziye stepped on his feet and rushed forward again.

At the same time, the two-headed dragon didn't show any weakness, and greeted it head-on.

The war started again, this time, the outcome was even more unpredictable.

Between life and death, Li Ziye's combat power grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, even though he was far from astonishingly talented as his brother, but it was the first time he saw the edge.

A sword is not good if it is not sharpened, and a skill is not good if it is not fought.

Only when we are on the verge of life and death can we truly grow.

"The battle inside has become even more intense!"

At this moment, outside Qingping Daze, Bai Wangyu and Hua Feng all looked at each other with shock in their eyes.

Just now, they clearly felt that the battle inside was coming to an end.

After playing for a whole day, even they should be almost exhausted.

"It seems that Brother Li has grown up again!"

Bai Wangyu came back to his senses and said softly.

"Maybe, we've all gone wrong, young master, maybe he's also a genius."

Hua Fengdu also came back to his senses and couldn't help admiring.

Being able to persist for such a long time under such a fierce battle may not be possible for them.

If it is not the five realms, true qi has its limit, and it is difficult to sustain it for too long under such intense consumption.

"Brother Li, you are a genius."

Bai Wangyu smiled and said, "It's just that it's not too obvious."

"Ah."

Hua Feng laughed lightly and said, "Young master, I definitely don't like hearing that."

The two talked.

In Qingping Daze, the battle between Li Ziye and the two-headed dragon became more and more intense.

At this point in the battle, Li Ziye's physical strength has long been exhausted. The reason why he can persist is only because of his will not to admit defeat and his desire to survive!

He is the son of destiny, with so many fetishes, how could he lose to a long worm!

From now on, if Master Xianzi and Second Brother ask about it, he can't afford to lose this person!

"Flying Immortal Art!"

The sword sharpens, the brilliance shines brightly, Li Ziye steps into the sky, the ancient sword reflects the moon, and the sword shines brightly.

"It's cold just before dawn!"

The sword condensed into frost, and in the void, one after another phantoms passed by, and they came to the front of the two-headed dragon in an instant.

"Roar!"

The evil dragon breathed out, and the two phantoms disappeared in response to the sound. Surprisingly, the afterimages converged, and the figure of a young man appeared, piercing the air with a sword, and powerfully beheaded the second head of the evil dragon.

The sky was full of evil spirits, and the dragon roared in pain. Of the three heads, only one remained.

Under the severe pain, the evil dragon opened its mouth, gathered its breath, and made a strong counterattack.

Li Ziye, who had exhausted his sword power, forced his true energy in his body to block the dragon's breath with a secret Buddhist technique.

In the blink of an eye, the dragon's breath approached him, and the mirror was broken in response. The corners of Li Ziye's mouth blushed, and he was blown away.

Tens of feet away.

Li Ziye fell to the ground, half of his body was dyed red, and the golden light on his body gradually dissipated.

In the void, the evil dragon roared angrily. Because of the heavy damage, the dragon's breath just now was obviously much weaker.

"Can't your head grow back, come again!"

Li Ziye staggered and stood firm, covered his mouth and coughed out a mouthful of blood, endured the severe injuries in his body, stared at the dragon in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice.

In the dense fog, the evil dragon roared, its body flickered, and it was also extremely weak.

"If you can't grow it, then go to die!"

After speaking, Li Ziye gripped the blood-stained sword tightly, and rushed forward again dragging his heavily wounded body.

In Qingping Daze, when Li Ziye tried his best to slaughter the gods.

The coast of the North Sea.

The sky is full of blood and the moon is reflected, and the great practitioners of the five realms use blood as a sacrifice to briefly summon the soul of the evil god.

"Humanity."

In the void, Baqi God of Misfortune manifested, his huge body covered the sky and the moon, his eight huge heads shook, and his evil power was earth-shattering.

In front.

Li Qingzhi stood still, his eyes were cold, without any waves.

Is this the body of God of Misfortune?

"bring it on."

Li Qingzhi clenched the sword in his hand, and said coldly, "Let me see how the God of Misfortune in Yingzhou is different."

"Ignorant junior!"

Baqi God of Misfortune raised his head to the sky with a roar, and rushed up.

Eight heads, dragon's breath swallowed, the terrifying dragon's power swallowed the sky and destroyed the earth, destroying everything along the way.

Li Qingzhi's eyes narrowed slightly, his figure flitted past, he cut through the dragon's breath with a sword, and charged forward.

The God of Misfortune in Yingzhou, the peerless arrogance of the Central Plains, officially started the war.

With a sword reflecting the moon, Wushuang sword passed, and a dragon's head was cut off directly.

"Roar!"

Baqi God of Misfortune roared, and the other seven heads opened their mouths to breathe out, and counterattacked strongly.

"Noisy!"

Li Qingzhi's expression turned cold, and he passed by in an instant. Wushuang broke through the dragon's breath, and immediately cut through the air with a sword, and cut off a dragon's head again.

The incomparably powerful Li family's peerless genius has shown amazing combat power, and even in the face of the God of Calamity in Yingzhou, he will not be at a disadvantage.

Baqi God of Misfortune was furious, and while roaring, two severed heads emerged again, and the ultra-fast regeneration ability was shocking.

"Is it immortal?"

Seeing this, Li Qingzhi's eyes flickered. The bug's body was more difficult to deal with than the old man just now.

However, so what!