Chapter 652

With a sneer, Sun Yi ignored these sword lights at all. The bully gun pulled out, and the crescent spear awns swept out, breaking the sword lights and crashing towards the endless sword lights. Those sword lights were smashed by the bully gun.

"Die!" Zijian was so happy that the boy bumped into the sword light. Isn't that a death wish.

Sun Yi's overbearing fighting method stunned the audience. It's too confident. It's just that he didn't flash. You know that the place where he collided was the place with the strongest sword spirit. Even if the sword spirit was two and a half steps, Wang was not comfortable. Maybe he would be hanged directly.

"Purple sword breaks the air!"

When the purple sword was waved away, countless sword awns came out like a purple sword awn. The solid void clicked. Such a solid void was really broken like a crack. You can think of the horror of this sword.

"Vulnerable!"

With a wave of Sun Yi's hand, the prison killing door appeared. The killing intention condensed into a black field. The prison killing villains were gradually poured into the bully gun by Sun Yi's hand, which made the bully gun shake violently and hum like being broken.

A spear awn ran across the world, like a strong collision between the sky and the earth and the purple dragon. To everyone's surprise, the Yan Huang quench yuan force was so powerful. In an instant, the spear awn bloomed a golden spear awn. Dacheng cut the sky and pierced the purple dragon and went towards the purple sword.

"What?"

Zijian was shocked, but he was the strong one. Although he was arrogant, he reacted very quickly. Zijian quickly protected Zijian in front of him.

Several paper thick swords shook violently, and the purple sparks bloomed, which was brighter than fireworks. A poisonous snake like killing intention on the gun awn rushed into the purple sword, which made his body tremble. Like the cold winter, his body inevitably retreated back.

"It was Yanhuang who got the upper hand." The martial artists under the stage were stunned. Yanhuang's strength exceeded their imagination.

"Nine magic purple chop!"

The purple sword, who suffered a great loss, did not dare to be careless. At the same time, he was angry. The momentum of his whole body suddenly broke out. A startling purple light column ran through the sky cover. His feet and void were occupied by the purple light. His body was as noble as the purple osmanthus star.

"You made me angry and hurt the most noble purple sword warrior. Go to hell."

"With your little skill, it should be you." Sun Yibing stared at the purple sword coldly. The strength of the purple sword was really strong. This outbreak made him feel that he was only a line worse than the star strength of that day, but now Sun Yi's strength is much stronger than it was at the beginning.

"Then we'll see!" The purple sword light occupied everything. The figure of the nine purple swords appeared in the void, taking Sun Yi's position as a central point. The nine swords immediately gathered and pointed to this point together.

"Kill the prison field, for my use!"

The cold light in Sun Yi's eyes flashed, and the prison killing villains on his right hand came together. His black hair danced wildly in the black field, but his body was full of golden fire light, like the golden God of war coming from hell.

The spears that cut the sky rotate and fly. There are terrible vortices at the head of the spear, in which the golden light and flame flicker. The bully fist on the left hand rolls up the spear that cuts the sky in the void. The void suddenly shows the cracks of the Tao.

The terrible explosion screamed to pierce people's eardrums. Some weak geniuses covered their ears and stared at the battle platform. People's eyes were full of dazzling light, setting off a terrible energy storm.

Under this terrible collision, Sun Yi's golden light protected her body and walked in it with her strong body. The nine purple swords were disillusioned by Sun Yi's fist. In a short time, the eight purple swords were broken, only the next trembling body.

Zijian was afraid. The phantom nine chop of Zijian was so powerful that he was vulnerable to this person. His heart had been destroyed under the tremor. He didn't want to fight again. He would rather lose half of the battle star points to escape. Under the illusion, Zijian's figure flew out of the battle platform.

According to the rules of the arena, once you leave the platform, you will immediately deprive half of the battle star points.

"You still want to escape. You're destined to be a dead man from the time you speak rudely."

With a contemptuous smile, Sun Yi stepped out abruptly, much faster than the purple sword. It was like crossing the void. A big hand suddenly clamped his neck, made his body stagnate, and then roughly threw it directly on the battle platform, like a dead dog.

"Zijian is not Yanhuang's opponent. He lost. Ha ha, he did well and took a bad breath." The martial artists under the stage were so excited that they waved their fists, some even pounded the table, and some even hugged the service staff on one side and kissed them.

"No, you can't kill me. I've lost. I can give you all the battle star points, as long as you spare my life." Purple sword beg for mercy.

"Let you go. If you weren't so aggressive before, you would end up today." Sun Yi looked at the purple sword coldly. Is there such a cheap thing in the world? If you can't beat it, please forgive me, and then added: "it's impossible!"

"My elder martial brother is a strong sword killer on the eighth floor. If he knows I'm dead, he will not let you go. You'll die!" Purple sword's face was ferocious and soft, which directly threatened Tao Sun Yi.

The crowd was in an uproar. Senior brother Zijian is a strong man on the eighth floor. Do you dare to kill him? You should know that the strong on the eighth floor can go down to the fifth floor to fight, but it will cost a lot of war star points.

"Then I can't let you go."

Sun Yi's decisive shot directly pierced the heart of Zijian, and the extremely sharp spear awn ran through the heart. A spear awn poured into the sea of knowledge of Zijian from the heart, instantly destroyed the martial arts platform, and when it was pulled out, the blood shot away, and the Zijian lost its breath.

"Who will die if you don't die today." Sun Yi smiled at Bing Xin. He had cut the purple sword for her and looked at the purple sword's waist. A heaven and earth bag was held in Sun Yi's hand.

"The martial spirit of the red devil." Sun Yi opened the vial, released the weak red devil, and pondered, "well, this is also your fate. You martial soul will stay with me for a while and find you a flesh body after you go out."

"Thank you!" The red devils were grateful.

Sun Yi didn't go to see the body of Zijian and jumped off the platform. Of course, no one on the fifth floor dared to challenge him and came to Bing Xin: "how, my woman, I fulfilled my promise and cut him for you. Should you give me some rewards?"

"You are so beautiful. When will I accept me as your woman?"

Bing Xin gave him a white look, but even so, her toes were a little, and her cold red lips were a little shy under Sun Yi's cheek.

"Come on, it's done." With a smile, Sun Yi directly led Bing Xin away from the arena, leaving a group of stunned geniuses.