My brother is too strong.

"Boom!"

The thick smoke that covered the sky seemed to become a sieve this time, and the starlight penetrated through.

The sky was full of stars, bright and beautiful.

However, in the beautiful light, there was a deadly danger hidden.

Jian Yi was shocked. He didn't expect Xiao Yi to be so despicable.

The rolling fireball dissipated, making him subconsciously relax his vigilance.

He never expected that there was another move behind.

And judging from its momentum, this is the real killer move.

"So despicable!"

Even those who stood on Xiao Yi's side couldn't help but complain.

Xiang Sixian said to Zuo Die indignantly, "She has learned bad things."

"She was taught badly by that bastard."

Zhuge Xun said to Zi Che Weiwei with great sorrow, "See, what a pity."

"It's all because of that bastard."

What a good little girl, but she was taught badly by a big bastard.

Facing this move, Jian Yi felt the danger, but he was too late to dodge, and could only roar, "Despicable!"

Soon he dissipated in the vast starlight.

"Boom!"

The sky and earth trembled, and explosions continued.

The terrifying aura swept through to form a terrible storm that continued to spread.

Such power made everyone's face change slightly.

"Jian Yi is in trouble!" Tan Ling whispered to himself.

Tan Ling did not expect Xiao Yi to be so terrible.

The first time she met Xiao Yi was in the Absolute Soul Rift Abyss.

Lu Shaoqing and Ji Yan were willing to be hunted by the Holy Land to enter the Absolute Soul Rift Abyss to find Xiao Yi.

When she first met Xiao Yi, Tan Ling felt that Xiao Yi had a powerful mouth.

She scolded the people who were chasing them so much that the three corpse gods jumped.

It was the second time they met not long ago, and Xiao Yi seemed to have no unfamiliarity with her, and called her Sister Ling very kindly and sweetly.

Therefore, she felt very good about Xiao Yi.

Now, it seems that Xiao Yi not only has a sweet and lovely side, but also a fierce and decisive side.

With such strong strength, she was able to suppress Jian Yi, the former number one genius in the Holy Land.

Sure enough, people from the same family stick together.

Tan Ling sighed in her heart, looking at Lu Shaoqing who was smiling there.

If you don't have some ability, you can't be the junior sister of this bastard.

The starlight disappeared, and everyone's eyes fell on Jian Yi, and they were all silent.

The handsome Jian Yi looked terrible.

His clothes were torn, blood was dripping, he was panting, and he was in a mess.

Jian Yi had lost his fighting power.

Jian Yi looked at Xiao Yi with a dull face and couldn't believe it.

This move almost took his life.

It would be fine if he took his life, but he couldn't die.

The eyes of everyone made Jian Yi hate him madly.

What does this pitying look mean?

"You deserve it, you deserve to die!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

Jian Yi was so crazy that he didn't care about his injuries. He turned his wrist and a small white sword appeared in his hand.

A tyrannical aura spread and filled everyone's heart.

Everyone had a tyrannical impulse to destroy everything.

The cruelty in their hearts couldn't be suppressed at this moment, and they wanted to come out madly.

Tan Ling saw the small sword in Jian Yi's hand and subconsciously exclaimed, "Oh no, it's the sword of the Jian family, the Soul Burial Sword!"

Cui Guyi frowned, "The Jian family gave him this sword?"

Yu Shan smiled faintly, "It's just a replica, but it's enough, it's a sixth-level magic weapon."

Lv Shaoqing asked Tan Ling curiously, "What? It seems so awesome?"

"It's just a broken sword, what's the fuss?"

Broken sword?

Tan Ling gritted his teeth, only you, a bastard, dare to say it's a broken sword.

Tan Ling introduced the origin of the Soul Burial Sword in a very unhappy manner.

"The Soul Burial Sword is the family sword left by the first generation of the Jian family. It is an eighth-level magic weapon."

"Eighth-level magic weapon?" Lu Shaoqing was shocked. His Mojun Sword was only a seventh-level one.

But after Lu Shaoqing looked at it for a few more times, he curled his lips and said, "There is no such thing as an eighth-level sword. It's just a sixth-level sword."

Tan Ling also calmed down. After looking at it for a while, he concluded, "It's a replica, but it's also very strong."

"Sister Xiaoyi is in trouble."

Lu Shaoqing sneered, "Tsk, loser!"

"You dare to say you won by showing off a fake one?"

"He doesn't know how to cultivate the sword!"

Tan Ling couldn't stand Lu Shaoqing's tone. He got angry just by listening to it. Would being humble kill you?

She said coldly, "Don't be careless. If you dare to be careless, you will definitely suffer."

"You may even be in danger of your life."

Xia Yu asked worriedly, "Is it very strong?"

Tan Ling looked at the sky and explained to everyone the power of the Soul Burial Sword.

"Before the ancestors of the Jian family passed away, they would put their last consciousness into the Soul Burial Sword, hoping that the Soul Burial Sword would break through the eighth level and enter the ninth level.""You can imagine how powerful the Soul Burial Sword is."

"Fighting the Soul Burial Sword is equivalent to fighting against countless ancestors of the Jian family. The pressure alone is enough to make the opponent collapse."

"People with insufficient state of mind will collapse in an instant when facing the Soul Burial Sword, and finally their souls will fly away."

"Although the sword in Jian Yi's hand is a replica, it may not be as powerful as the first level, but it is also powerful enough. Sister Xiaoyi is in danger."

At the end, Tan Ling said to Lu Shaoqing seriously, "If you don't want to lose your junior sister, you'd better prepare to take action."

"Oh." Lu Shaoqing responded casually, just looking up lightly without any action.

Oh?

A light word of "oh", whether it is Tan Ling, Xiang Sixian, or Yu Ling, Zhuge Xun has the urge to hit people.

Familiar answer, annoying tone.

Too much beating.

"You're not worried at all?" Zhuge Xun couldn't help but said angrily, "Aren't you afraid that Xiaoyi will be in danger?"

Xiang Sixian also snorted, "Asshole."

They all liked Xiaoyi very much and treated her as their own sister.

Tan Ling's words were so mysterious that they couldn't help but worry.

"What's the danger of a broken sword?" Lu Shaoqing didn't care, "It's just a small scene, making a fuss, haven't you seen the world?"

Before everyone had time to get angry, Jian Yi had already made a move.

The white Soul Burial Sword was held in his hand, and an invisible wave spread. The next moment, everyone felt a white light in front of their eyes, as if they had entered another world...