Xiaobai's broken white tiger claws grew again. Although they were a little delicate, they would definitely return to their peak in time.

The cracks on the back of the turtle have all healed, and the injuries in the body have recovered as before.

"Brother, what's going on? Where did those saints go?"

The little turtle rolled up, got up from the ground, walked towards Lin Yi with two fat short legs, curious.

Lin Yi smiled and pointed at the audience, saying, "After my order, they all got out."

"Really fake?"

Xiaobai was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide, looking disbelief.

"Forget it, ignore those idle guys. You two will join me on stage and scoop up for me. I will start a big killing."

Lin Yi climbed on the shoulders of the two little guys and smiled calmly.

"good!"

Two guys who were not afraid of big troubles said in unison.

The three of them turned into a rainbow and soared into the sky and landed on the ninth arena.

At this time, there were only twelve saints on the ninth arena. These twelve saints swear to form an alliance to kill Lin Yi and become the name of the twelve sages.

"Lin Yi, you should commit suicide. Our twelve sages will keep you a whole body. If you would rather not be able to resist, our twelve sages will crush your bones and ashes, so that you will never be reborn!" The saint of the Tianguang clan said with great domineering aura.

"That's right, Lin Yi, now self-destruction is your best end. Once our twelve sages take action, you will die without a complete body!" The saint of Lihuo clan echoed.

The saint of the Light clan wrapped his hands around his chest and squinted his eyes to look down on the entire arena. In his eyes, Lin Yi was just a bed bug with only a little strength.

The twelve saints spoke in a very righteous manner, as if following their tone, it was the greatest good deed they had done in their lives.

Xiaogui and Xiaobai were so angry that they gritted their teeth.

Lin Yi carried his hands on his back, looked at the mobs in front of him, and said proudly: "The person who dared to let me be self-destructive is not born yet. Today, I will give you a pleasure."

After saying that, Lin Yi took the lead.

A dazzling sword light slashed out, like a meteor passing through the sky and slashing towards the twelve saints opposite.

"kill--"

The twelve saints took action together.

In an instant!

The sword light is flashing, the sword energy is scattered, the runes are flashing, the light is flashing, the demonic flames are rolling, and the demonic energy is rising...

The ring was instantly shrouded in terrifying pressure.

The twelve saints took action at the same time, and their momentum was extraordinary.

The void was pierced countless times, and the formation patterns on the ring were turbulent and stormy.

"It's so terrible! The destructive power generated by the twelve saints taking action at the same time is enough to destroy a continent in the Sirius Domain."

"Yes, that's a saint, a total of twelve! I wonder what happened to Lin Yi? Did you take the wrong medicine? You actually want to fight the twelve saints one-on-one."

"Maybe it was the victory of the battles that made Lin Yi proud and frivolous, but those were the twelve saints. Even if Lin Yisheng had three heads and six arms, how could he be the opponent of the twelve saints?"

"Crazy! They're all crazy! Lin Yi fights the twelve saints alone, and that guy Lin Yi is simply crazy."

On the ring, the battle with huge strength made all the audience shook their heads and sigh.

Bada Shanren laughed and said, "I have seen a madman, but I have never seen a crazy person as crazy as Lin Yi. He fights twelve saints by one person, hahaha, no matter whether he wins or not, this courage alone is enough to make people respect him."

...

In the distance, above the white clouds.

The old man Zhaixing stroked his beard and smiled, saying, "One picks twelve, your senior brother is brave enough."

Xueer laughed and said, "What's this? My senior brother was still the Martial Emperor. He once slaughtered hundreds of Martial Emperors in a battle. That scene would be spectacular."

Zhaixingshou lowered his head and glanced at her, smiling without saying a word.

But he said in his heart: "The Martial Emperor and the Martial Emperor cannot be compared with each other. So what if you kill hundreds of emperors in one battle? Saints are all extraordinary beings. The reason why every saint can attain enlightenment and become saints must be unique in a certain field. Your senior brother is so proud this time."

...

The Fire Ancestor behind the dark clouds suddenly laughed and said to himself: "That little bastard in the Tianguang clan is of some use. If he doesn't die in this battle, I might consider collecting an exception from his clan members. Of course, if he dies, it will be a different matter."

...

In the unknown mountain, ten pieces of white paper appeared in front of Emperor Yang, which were still condensed by white clouds.

He once again outlined the scene of Lin Yi's battle on the white paper, but this time it was all about to stop.

The more I understand Lin Yi’s fighting style, the deeper Emperor Yang frowned.

"How could this guy be so powerful? He is just a fifth-level holy realm cultivation level, not even a holy king. How could he have the confidence to pick the twelve saints?"

I stared at the scroll for a moment.

Emperor Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up at the battlefield.

...

at this time.

The battle on the ring just ended.

Lin Yi only made one sword, and all the twelve saints on the opposite side fell.

The sharp sword light shone through the void, across the sky, shattered all sword shadows, cut off all sword lights, cut off all runes, and cut off all fire lights.

Even if the twelve saints took all their strength, they still lost to Lin Yi's power of sword.

Before the soul of the Light Clan saint was destroyed, he stared at the giant sword in Lin Yi's hand in disbelief and asked in a trembling voice: "What kind of sword is this..."

"Ziyang Sword."

Lin Yi smiled slightly, the sword was sheathed, and a dragon roar was heard.

The Ziyang Sword destroyed by the Fire Ancestor was repeatedly tempered by the mysterious little tree and saw the sky again.

The Ziyang Sword does not insult Lin Yi's name. With one sword, he killed the twelve saints, imposing the audience, shocking the world and wilderness!

It was as quiet as death in the audience.

All living beings, geniuses, all kings and emperors were shocked and stunned.

No one expected that a battle with one against twelve seems to be a huge difference in strength would end at such a fast speed.

During the entire battle, the twelve saints used all the tricks, and Lin Yi only slashed out one sword and easily solved the battle.

If it weren't for what I saw with my own eyes, I'm afraid no one would believe it if I told it out.

"Silk--"

The sound of breathing in the air conditioner was endless.

The sound of amazement and admiration came one after another.

"My God! It's so scary. Lin Yi killed the twelve saints in seconds with just one sword! He is going to go against the will of heaven!"

"What did I see? Lin Yi has performed another amazing myth! Slaughtering the twelve saints with one sword! This battle will surely be recorded in history, and Lin Yi's name will be remembered forever."

"I really didn't expect that Lin Yi was so powerful and so domineering for the first time. I was convinced. I was really convinced by Lin Yi this time."

There were crowds of people in the audience.

Many Lin Yi's supporters seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, roaring to the sky and screaming wildly. It seemed that only in this way could they evaporate the excitement in their hearts.

Please remember the first domain name of this book: Nine Heavens Divine Emperor:
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