Chapter 893 How much does it cost?

"asshole."

From outside the sky, an angry sound like thunder came.

At the same time, a monstrous force of air struck instantly, as if it had broken through the limitations of space.

Boom... the momentum hit Xiao Yi hard.

Xiao Yi had no resistance and had no strength to resist.

The energy of the small world in his body has been burned and exhausted.

All the energy contained in this huge little world was burned away in just one minute.

This gave him the extremely terrifying combat power just now, crushing the six Yin Da people; even Bei Yin Wuxie, who was wearing Tianyun's coat, was seriously injured under his fists.

And the consequence of such fighting power is that after just one minute, he no longer has any fighting power.

Bang, Xiao Yi was directly blown away a hundred meters by this momentum.

When he hit the ground, he was covered in blood and fell to the ground.

The whole person, no, in other words, it is almost beyond human description.

The body is covered with heavy scars.

Some are cracks blown by the strong wind; some are obviously dented fist marks.

These were all injuries sustained during the battle with Beiyin Wuxie, Yin Da and other six people.

Some of it is skin that has been burned black, and meridians with looming veins.

These are the injuries suffered by Yinliu when he self-destructed, as well as the backlash from the previous burning of the 'Ice Mountain and Sea of ​​Fire', which flooded the whole body with Yuanli.

And, the most serious thing is that the skin all over the body seems to be melting away at this moment.

For just one minute, it seemed that his fighting power was astonishing and his power was unparalleled.

But God knows what kind of pain he endured while fighting.

His entire body was completely burned from the inside out, leaving him exposed to molten lava almost all the time, tormented by the scorching fire.

The internal organs, limbs, bones, etc. all suffered unimaginable injuries.

If the battle hadn't ended yet and the enemy was still there, he might have fallen.

Despite the horrific injuries, the only thing that allowed him to continue to support him was the rock-solid heart of the sword and the obsession deep in his heart.

His face was completely different, and the only thing that remained unchanged was his cold eyes.

Eyes, look straight ahead.

There was Bei Yin Wuxie's body; next to him, there was a young man squatting next to Bei Yin Wuxie, his expression ugly and complicated.

Xiao Yi glanced at the Leng Yan Sword still held in his hand.

In fact, the Leng Yan Sword alone cannot penetrate Tianyun's coat, which is also a middle-grade holy weapon.

At that last moment, an unparalleled sharp edge flashed on the sword's edge.

That is the 'tip' of the Bingluan Sword.

It was also because of this that the extremely solid defense of Tianyun's coat was instantly penetrated like 'thin paper'; it was also the reason why the Leng Yan Sword was able to penetrate Bei Yin Wuxie's throat.

Of course, at that time, I only relied on the indestructible sharpness of the Bingluan Sword and did not mobilize the power within the sword.

Otherwise, the backlash from the Bingluan Sword would be more terrifying than any other backlash, and he would never be able to hold on without falling.

In front of him, the young man was dressed in gorgeous clothes, decorated with golden rims.

Young people are only slightly older than Beiyin Wuxie.

But unlike Beiyin Wuxie's evil charm, the young man's face carries the arrogance of a high mountain, and a domineering power that looks down on the world.

Just by looking at his appearance, you can tell that this person is no ordinary person.

However, at this moment, the young man was obviously filled with deep sadness and anger.

"Wuxie, we agreed that this hunting will be divided into two, you..."

The young man knelt on one knee, and Bai Ze's palm grabbed Beiyin Wuxie's shoulder, as if to shake him awake.

The young man's other hand tightly grasped the charred black soil on the ground and squeezed it very tightly.

After a while, the young man closed his eyes with a complicated expression, and then opened them.

A pair of hands suddenly let go and stood up slowly.

The young man, with sharp eyebrows and sharp eyes, looked directly at Xiao Yi.

"Did you kill Wuxie?" The young man's fists were clenched and crackling.

Xiao Yi was silent, but his cold eyes met the young man's sharp gaze without flinching at all.

"You are seriously injured, why didn't you die?" The young man's words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, and he was extremely angry.

"Why wasn't you the one who fell to the ground?"

"Because he is weaker than me." Xiao Yi spat out a few indifferent notes on his miserable face.

"Weak?" the young man muttered to himself, "You have no right to mention this word in front of me."

"No need to talk nonsense." Xiao Yi said coldly, "If you want to avenge him, just take action."

The young man's face was extremely cold. He looked at Xiao Yi's miserable appearance and frowned again.

"Although you are now seriously injured, killing you would be an act of indignity."

"But if you kill Wuxie, you can't even hope to survive today."

"I only need one sword to kill you."

A sharp sword suddenly appeared in the young man's hand.

On the sword, golden light surged, and its edge was compelling.

An astonishing momentum emerged from his body.

"Half-step Wuji." Xiao Yi frowned slightly.

Before, whether they were dealing with Beiyin Wuxie or the Yin Da Six, their strength exceeded half-step Wuji.

However, their true cultivation is far below Half Step Wuji.

Beiyin Wuxie and Yin Da's six people are all only at the ninth level of Tianji, and have not even reached the peak of Tianji.

And this young man, through his cultivation alone, is already a super strong man who has half-stepped into Wuji and half-stepped into Wuji realm.

At such an age, with such a level of cultivation, it is terrifying.

"I can only use one sword." Xiao Yi's face was cold, happy and unafraid.

He can only use one sword, and he can only use one sword.

In his current condition, he absolutely cannot sustain the second sword.

An aura of momentum also emerged from him.

The energy in his body has been exhausted.

The only thing that can be obtained now is the Leng Yan Sword; the only thing that can be borrowed is the power within the Leng Yan Sword.

Under the seriously injured body, the power of Leng Yan's sword was forcibly drawn.

The aura on his body kept soaring; but at the same time, it also put more pressure and oppression on his seriously injured body.

Two momentums suddenly shot into the sky, causing the wind and clouds in the sky to surge.

One part belongs to young people; one part belongs to Xiao Yi.

The two of them, before their swords were drawn, were already clashing with each other.

Sizzle...

The confrontation of momentum actually caused a violent symphony in the sky, resounding throughout the forest.

"Huh?" The young man frowned suddenly, "How can such a seriously injured body still burst out with such momentum?"

"No wonder Wuxie was defeated by you and died here."

"But you won't survive today."

As soon as the words fell, the young man's aura surged sharply again.

Unexpectedly, I didn't see him making any movements. His momentum, which was only half a step to Wuji, had already reached the Wuji realm in an instant.

Moreover, this momentum is still increasing.

High in the sky, Xiao Yi's momentum was instantly suppressed.

Xiao Yi frowned and increased the intensity of the Leng Yan Sword.

However, the speed of the transfer is obviously not as fast as the speed of the young man's soaring momentum.
To be continued...