"Brother Yi Zhao, how strong are those two people?"

"Ten days ago, he was on par with me. We were fighting to the death. The outcome was hard to determine!"

Li Xiuyue asked quietly: "You are a gold medal law enforcer!"

Su Yizhao smiled bitterly, "Of course they are also members of the Law Enforcement Hall, and their fighting experience is similar."

Li Xiuyue's face was full of worry.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she said, "I was on par with you ten days ago, but what about now?"

Su Yizhao raised the corner of his mouth, "Now? If they die, I will live!"

"Very good!"

"What about tomorrow?" Su Yizhao thought to himself, he was worried about tomorrow.

The winner continues to be the banker!

Except for the two weak ones among the two sects, who are the others?

Comparable to Xuanzhan Hall disciples and Six God Realm monks!

He is not arrogant enough to dare to fight the Six God Realm monks head-on.

But it can’t be changed now!

As expected, Xuan Wuji had no intention of changing.

"Boy Su!" Xuan Wuji said to him, "If you had killed them at that time, nothing would have happened today. This is your responsibility, go ahead! Don't hold back, kill them, or be killed by them.

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Indifferent, cold!

It's as if he is like an ant!

Ahead, more than ten thousand monks separated from the middle to make way for an air passage.

Su Yizhao held his breath and slowly straightened his body.

Gently pulling away Li Xiuyue's little hand, Yu Jian stepped forward.

Depressed!

A mountain of pressure rushed towards me.

"Brother Yi Zhao!" Li Xiuyue's voice came from behind.

Su Yizhao did not look back or turn around. He raised his right hand and waved it.

Li Xiuyue grinned, as if she already understood!

"Boy, death is not terrible, don't lose your momentum!"

Su Yizhao turned to look at him.

"Master Feng Bubai of Xuanzhan Hall!" The middle-aged male cultivator looked at him seriously with a beard and said: "As long as your momentum is not lost, if you die, I will guarantee your family's peace for a hundred years. If you are not dead, you can enter my Xuanzhan Hall!

"

Su Yizhao stopped, thought about it seriously, and replied: "I am a disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall, a gold medal law enforcement disciple!"

After saying this, Yujian passed through the crowd of more than ten thousand Xuanzhan Hall disciples.

"Okay! I'm optimistic about you!"

The monks on both sides closed up and blocked the passage.

Separated by more than ten thousand monks, a heroic voice came from behind him!

He didn't reply, he just stood firmly in the air and stared straight ahead.

A passage suddenly opened among the monks of Xuan Ti Sect, Xuan Hun Sect, and two figures shot out from the passage.

The three of them were hundreds of feet apart and looked at each other.

Su Yizhao recognized the two people at a glance. They were the body cultivator and soul cultivator who were in the deep sea at that time.

Physical cultivation is at the peak of the Yi Jin Realm, which is equivalent to the peak of the Four Mysterious Realms. Soul cultivation is at the peak of the Dharma Soul Realm, which is also equivalent to the Four Mysterious Realms.

In the past few days, they had been traveling day and night, but their cultivation had not improved at all.

When the two of them saw him, their expressions instantly turned ugly.

"Not the Four Mysteries Realm?"

Su Yizhao laughed!

He couldn't bear to bully them with the Dzogchen magic in the middle stage of the Five God Realm.

"Kill him together first!"

The two immediately reached an agreement.

"Crush the mountain!"

"Mysterious Soul Thorn!"

The giant sword of physical cultivation was raised high and slashed fiercely.

The soul cultivator uttered a mysterious sound, and a ripple appeared in the void.

The two men attacked fiercely, but Su Yizhao remained unmoved and narrowed his eyes.

A strong wind blew against his face, blowing his hair on the temples.

More than 30,000 monks were suspended quietly in the air, their faces were like steel, and they showed no emotion.

The giant sword that was ten feet long cut through the void, carrying the strong wind, and slashed down.

Su Yizhao raised the corner of his mouth and thought slightly.

A flash of silver light passed away.

The giant sword has reached the top of his head, and the ripples in the void are already three feet away.

But, suddenly, there were two sounds of "Puff, Puff!"

Before the voice fell, the giant sword seemed to have been drained of its power and fell instantly.

"Whoosh!"

The giant sword wiped his forehead and fell into the deep sea.

In the void, the ripples three feet away disappeared instantly and returned to calm.

The silver light shot back and quickly wrapped around Su Yizhao's fingers.

The two people on the opposite side raised their hands vigorously, trying to touch their foreheads, but in an instant, they were unable to stay in the air and fell down.

At this time, blood shot out from their foreheads, causing two blood ripples in the air!

silence!

The sea surface hundreds of feet below also seemed to be frozen.

More than 30,000 people stared intently at the center.

I originally thought it was a wonderful three-person fight, but what is going on?

It was over in just one breath, and he killed two with one!

It makes no sense!

Su Yizhao thought, and the white light wrapped between his fingers disappeared instantly.

To deal with the peak of the Four Profound Realms, only one flying sword is enough.

After all, the "Flying Sword Technique" of mid-level cultivation in the Five God Realm and Dzogchen is no joke.

Xuan Wuji didn't seem to have reacted yet and looked at him blankly.

Feng Bubai laughed loudly, "Haha, good boy, Dzogchen's "Flying Sword Art" is not bad. How about joining our Xuanzhan Hall?"

Su Yizhao turned around and flew towards the black crowd of more than ten thousand Xuanzhan Hall disciples.

The crowd parted to make way for a passage.

This time, the expressions of the more than ten thousand Xuanzhan Hall disciples changed slightly, with a hint of respect in their eyes.

"I am a disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall!" Su Yi recalled Li Xiuyue's smile and flew through the passage.

"Xuan Wuji, you...!"

"Plop! Plop!" A faint sound of water came from a hundred feet below, and the two bodies fell into the deep sea at this time.

"Bai Zhan Kong, what's the matter? You don't accept it?" Xuan Wuji's left hand behind his back was no longer stained with blood. At this time, he asked with a proud look on his face.

"Hmph! Tomorrow, that boy will die!"

"That's tomorrow. Now, isn't it time for you to leave?"

"Walk!"
To be continued...