However, this cultivation level is nothing in the eyes of Xiao Yi now.

If Xiao Yi wants to kill him, if he uses all his strength, he won't even need to spend much effort.

"You brat, stop being so arrogant." Hua Qingyi steadied her steps, dodged and attacked Xiao Yi.

Underneath his old body, his boxing style is truly astonishing.

Above the fist, white flames surged.

Xiao Yi held his hand on one side of his body and easily grasped Hua Qingyi's wrist.

On the palm of the hand, purple flames surged.

Hua Qingyi stopped for a moment, but sneered.

"White needles hide inflammation."

Whoosh…

Hua Qingyi lowered his head, and on top of the white hair, a thin silver hair turned into a pure white flame and shot out of the air.

The white inflammation is as thin and sharp as a needle, reaching its extreme.

Moreover, it actually went towards Xiao Yi's throat.

"You are looking for death." A burst of purple flames suddenly condensed above Xiao Yi's throat, instantly blocking the fine white flames.

Although the fine needle white flame was fast, it could not get close to Xiao Yi and was already burned into nothingness by the amethyst spiritual flame.

Moreover, I don't know when it happened, but on Xiao Yi's wrist, a six-color flame ring had condensed.

Xiao Yi retracted his hand holding Hua Qingyi.

In the air, a purple light flashed past.

Xiao Yi's hand was already on Hua Qingyi's throat.
Chapter completed!