Fantasy: The villain travels through time and space, and the heroine's character is completely

Chapter 171

The black hand brought a monstrous force, and it fell down like the Five Finger Mountain that suppressed the monkey head.

Bang!

Zhao Taiyi was slapped hard on the ring by the black hand like a fly, causing a huge noise.

He vomited blood and almost fainted.

His bones were broken.

His face was as pale as gold paper, and his eyes were full of fear and disbelief.

This simple blow, just the use of spiritual power, made him seriously injured.

He even believed that the previous blow could kill him directly.

"How is it possible? How can your power be so terrifying?"

Zhao Taiyi raised his head and looked at Ye Yi's handsome face, which was as calm as an ancient pond.

He couldn't help but exclaimed.

That look was like looking at a monster!

Isn't Ye Yi a pseudo-saint of the second level? How could he have such terrifying power?

This power is not to mention the pseudo-saint of the second level, even if it is a saint of the second level, he believes it.

Ye Yi's white black robe fluttered slightly, and his deep eyes looked down at Zhao Taiyi who was suppressed on the ground.

I don't know what that look was thinking.

His personality is relatively tolerant. 、

His current talent and strength, as these Tianyuan domains in the lower world. 、

It's really not enough to arouse his interest.

At the same level, even if it is a demon of the God Clan, he can suppress it.

But it is precisely because he is more tolerant that he did not show too much strength.

After all, he knows that the tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind.

If he is really too evil.

The many holy places and families in Zhongzhou may not let him grow up.

Although Wuji Holy Land is strong, it is always better to be stable.

Moreover, he is now being sought all over the world by the people of Futu God Clan.

He tampered with too many plots, and the world line may not change.

If someone from Futu God Clan suddenly came to Tianyuan Domain, he would be finished.

After all, he is only a pseudo-saint of the second level now.

No matter how terrifying his talent is, any strong man from Futu God Clan can easily kill him.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, I am a genius who has comprehended the fifth level of sword intent."

"How can I lose?"

Zhao Taiyi screamed crazily, his face twisted and hideous.

Being beaten by Ye Yi at the same level almost made his Tao heart collapse.

Now Ye Yi is in the fourth level, and it is still the same.

How can it not be a big stimulation to him?

At this moment, Zhao Taiyi frantically released the fifth level of sword intent, trying to break through Ye Yi's pressure.

But it was in vain.

"Fifth level sword intent? Is it powerful?"

"Ignorant ants!"

Ye Yi sneered, his expression was indifferent.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

The next second!

Boom!

A vast and overwhelming sword intent burst out from Ye Yi's body.

The invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire ring.

The terrible sword intent caused the bluestone bricks on the ring to crack, and terrible sword marks appeared on the ring.

The space seemed to collapse.

And this sword intent.

This was the eighth level peak sword intent.

Ye Yi's natural capital was extremely terrifying. After obtaining the sword heart.

With the help of the terrifying comprehension of the True Immortal Dao Bone, in just a few days.

He directly comprehended the sword intent of the sixth level peak to the eighth level peak sword intent.

Elder Ye Jian Wuxie and others did not know about this kind of thing.

If they knew, they would be extremely shocked.

You know, Elder Ye practiced for a thousand years, and only comprehended the eighth peak sword intent.

And Ye Yi practiced swordsmanship for only a few days.

If the speed of comprehending the eighth peak sword intent was spread out, not to mention the shock of Tianyuan Domain.

Even the old monsters in the top world would be shocked.

"Eight... Eight peak sword intent, this... How is this possible!"

Feeling Ye Yi's terrifying sword intent, Zhao Taiyi's eyes widened.

His face was full of horror, and his head was buzzing, as if he fell into endless chaos.

Eight peak sword intent.

His master is the master of Wanjian Pavilion, and the cultivation level of the ninth peak of the Great Saint.

After practicing for a thousand years, the sword intent is only at the peak of the eighth peak of the sword intent.

From this, it can be seen how difficult it is to comprehend this sword intent.

It is precisely because of this that he comprehended the fifth initial sword intent at the fifth level of pseudo-sainthood.

That's why he is so arrogant, because his swordsmanship talent is much stronger than his master.

And what did he find out now?

Ye Yi, who was at the second level of pseudo-saint, actually comprehended the sword intent at the eighth level.

How is this possible! ?

Even if he practiced for another five hundred years, he might not be able to comprehend the sword intent at the eighth level.

Enlightenment.

With such a terrifying talent, it is no wonder that he could suppress him across four realms.

Because, sword cultivation is synonymous with combat power.

"Now you know how ridiculous your so-called talent is in front of me."

"Okay, after saying so much, you can die!"

Ye Yi's indifferent voice sounded.

Ye Yi slowly extended his hand.

Hearing this, Zhao Taiyi became excited in an instant.

His eyes were extremely frightened and scared.

But he still threatened Ye Yi: "Ye Yi, you can't kill me. If you kill me, Wanjian Pavilion will not let you go."

"Are you going to be an enemy of Wanjian Pavilion?"

"Let me go, I promise I will never offend you again in the future."

Hearing this, Ye Yi smiled slightly on his jade-like face.

That smile seemed to be laughing at Zhao Taiyi's ignorance.

"You are trying to lure me in here, you are planning to kill me, right?"

"Who will know if I kill you in this place?"

"As for your junior brothers outside, just kill them all!"

Speaking of this, Ye Yi's eyes condensed slightly, like a white-robed God King.

He stretched out his palm, and the black spiritual power transformed into a black giant hand again.

He grabbed Zhao Taiyi in his hand and squeezed it hard.

"No! I can't die!!"

Feeling that he was about to be crushed, Zhao Taiyi screamed in fear.

He began to beg for mercy from Ye Yi frantically.

Not only did he call Ye Yi "Dad" three times, he even started to call him "Grandpa".

He didn't want to die, the Tianyuan Secret Realm was about to open.

With his talent, there was a great probability that he could enter the most terrifying Wandao Academy in the Three Thousand Worlds.

Once he joined, his future achievements would be limitless.

How could he die here.

If other people saw him like this, they would definitely find it unbelievable.

How could this cowardly and spineless guy be a swordsman of the Wanjian Pavilion?

But this is normal.

Most people.

In the face of death, there is no dignity!

Bang!

A sound like a watermelon bursting sounded.

Zhao Taiyi's figure turned into a blood mist.

Exploded in the air.

Ye Yi looked at the blood mist indifferently.

Following his steps, his figure disappeared in the ring.

And the moment his figure disappeared, the entire ring was directly shattered by the vast sword intent!

In the room.

Many Wanjian Pavilion disciples are waiting at this moment.

The atmosphere is relaxed, and everyone has a smile on their face.

"Brother, why did you take so long?"

"In theory, with Brother Zhao at the level of the sixth level of pseudo-saint, shouldn't it be easy to kill Ye Yi, who is at the second level of pseudo-saint?"

"It took so long, obviously Brother Zhao was torturing Ye Yi, and now Ye Yi must be in a miserable state."

In the private room, many Wanjian Pavilion monks laughed.

At this time.

The Xutian leaf on the table was emitting a brilliant light.

The eyes of many Wanjian Pavilion disciples present lit up.

They sat up quickly and said in surprise: "Brother is out!"

"It seems that Ye Yi has been dealt with."

Many Wanjian Pavilion disciples laughed, with a look of satisfaction on their faces.

Buzz!

At this time, a very weak wave sounded in everyone's ears.

It made them look slightly stunned.

The next second, they were even more horrified.

At this moment in the room, time, space, everything seemed to be frozen by a terrible force.

A white area instantly enveloped the room.

A handsome man in white clothes, like a fallen immortal, appeared in the room.

Seeing this man, Lu Ran and other disciples of Wanjian Pavilion were all horrified.

Shocked: "Ye,...Ye Yi? How is this possible!"