"What?" Gu Yi's pupils narrowed.

"Breaking Dawn Wuji." Xiao Yi struck down with his sword.

On the sword, there are eight colors of stars. At this moment, the eight colors merge into one, leaving only thick white light.

The Purple Lightning Divine Sword suddenly became thick and monstrous.

A heavy sword came out layer by layer under Dawn Wuji.

boom…

The sword in Gu Yi's hand came out and was knocked away heavily.

Gu Yi's body was blown away heavily, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Xiao Yi was originally standing high in the sky, but now his steps were unsteady. He fell from the high altitude and landed on the ground. He even took ten steps back before he could stabilize his figure.

"What is that?" Xiao Yi recalled the sword energy beast just now, and his heart was extremely horrified.

Under the protection of the Eight Fires of Reincarnation, he rushed into it, but was still cut by the sword energy.

He was dressed in a young master's uniform, already covered with sword marks, and his body was filled with blood.

"Palace Master." Behind him, Xia Yiming woke up from his coma, looked at Xiao Yi's scars all over his body, and spat out weakly and eagerly.

boom…

There was another roar in the distance.

Gu Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the hand holding the sword trembled for a while, but the momentum burst out from the sword again.

"That's enough." The old majestic voice sounded again from the depths of the Ancient Realm Sect.

"Sect Master." Gu Yi frowned.

"Yi'er, come back." The old voice was full of irrefutable words.

Gu Yi narrowed his eyes and looked directly at Xiao Yi, "Xiao Yi, right? You are injured today, so I will stop this battle for now."

"Remember, we will meet again."

After the words fell, Gu Yi's figure turned into an inexplicable glimmer of light and disappeared out of thin air.

Xiao Yi frowned, sheathed his sword, and ducked back to where he was.

Deep in the Ancient Realm Sect, that old voice was filled with coldness.

"Shura, remember, next time, the anger of the Ancient Realm Sect will burn down the eight halls."

"It's not your turn to decide this world yet."

"You have already gone too far today. You cannot bear the wrath of the eight sects and the wrath of that one."

"Ha." The Lord of Shura Palace sneered disdainfully.

"If today's visitor is someone with the surname Luo, I wonder if the ancient sect master would dare to let go of such harsh words."

"The ancient sect leader also remembered that the Eight Halls and the Eight Sects are indeed the same as each other."

"The eight sects' warriors entering the Central Territory is only this time and will not be repeated in the future."

"Next time, the person who comes to your Ancient Realm Sect will not only be me, but the invincible elites of the Eighth Palace."

The voice fell.

The Lord of the Shura Hall shook his arm, the space in front of him cracked open, and an embarrassed figure burst out from it.

The figure was as limp as mud.

That's Gu Tao.

Xiao Yi frowned.

The Lord of Shura Palace turned around completely, glanced at Xiao Yi, "Let's go."

Xiao Yi nodded and picked up Xia Yiming.

The two of them flew away in the air.

Third update.
Chapter completed!