Sun Qitian, who showed a embarrassed look, said with a smile.

"That's it! Unfortunately, what I prepared for you is to be destroyed. I'm so sorry." Li Xi looked like this and regretful when he heard this.

Hesitate.

The smell of gunpowder was full of gunpowder, as if sparks were floating by again. The two people looked at each other and competed with each other.

The disciples around have long been away.

"In the next game, Li Xi will fight against Sun Qitian."

One stick of incense and two people, one sentence, one sentence flows through the dialogue between you and one sentence.

"Please, your death ground is ready." Sun Qitian looked at the ring and stretched out a gesture of asking for help.

Li Xi smiled and said, "You should use this place of death yourself."

The moment his words ended, the two faces with laughter and smirking disappeared instantly, and they used their body skills to appear on the ring together.

"disciple."

Just like looking at each other, take the lead when the referee elder speaks.

It was actually a voice that was in unison.

"I beg you all elders and the head to allow us to continue the battle of life and death." They all knew the friction and hatred of the two of them. There was no surprise when they heard this sentence today.

They also saw the argument just now and knew that even if it was not allowed today, it would still happen in the future.

"Oh, why bother?"

An elder sighed. He had changed since Li Xi's master left. He did not expect that a genius from the past would become like this today.

"The Seventh Style of Sunset."

Sun Qitian was the first to be hit, and he was the ten poses before the sunset. One of the last few poses made him look like the sunset.

The sword was like the last brilliance he shone.

"Half side of the setting sun."

Only half of a sword appeared quietly on Sun Qitian's head.

Dingdang.

As the two swords collided, a seriousness appeared in the eyes of the two people.

"The setting sun is like the moon."

A round of suns appeared in front of him one after another. The first skill of the Pure Yang Sword Skill was found by the Demon Palace. When he left, Yu Fan gave him another move.

"Sheit, how could he have the ultimate Yang Sword Decisive skill?"

Sun Qitian shouted loudly, and the language of a certain country in his previous life appeared.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

Sun Qitian simply abandoned the sword without using it, and the pure black and white dragon shadow was photographed whistling.

Because of the difference in cultivation, it is not Haoran’s masculine eighteen palms at all.

"What a powerful palm technique. My Death Yin Sect is not without a physical body." The Bone Yin saw at a glance that the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms were good. If it was a metal body, it would be even more terrifying.

Or a person with golden magic powers.

“Buzz.”

The rich black and white aura turned into a blade and hanged on Li Xi's head.

Death Yin Blade.

A powerful spell was difficult to practice in the past. It was transformed by the Death Yin Tong Immortal Leaf, which also required powerful talents and perseverance.

These people never expected that Li Xi did it.

"Sun Qitian, can you accomplish these methods?" Li Xi was a little disappointed, and he didn't expect Sun Qitian to have such skills.

"Haha, I'll give you zero points for your pretentiousness, look at my desolate and soul-absorbed palm." The pure Death Yin Qi condensed and slapped it out with one palm. Originally, Death Yin Tongxian Jue, under the transformation, the Death Yin Qi is still the most intense, and the Yang Qi only plays a mysterious role.

"Sucking hands."

When Li Xi saw his move, he grabbed it with his big hand, and suction appeared in the palm of his hand, sucking the power of the ecstasy palm into front of him.

"This is the Beiming Divine Art, the Absorption Art?"
Chapter completed!