Chapter 59

The incredible ancient city of Phoenix, the ancient city master's residence.

On such a large training ground, the original 13 people suddenly became 12, and Qin Yi disappeared out of thin air.

However, without Qin Yi, the twelve white dragon jade swords on the ground happened to be one for each person, no more, no less.

Yang Shiqi's cultivation is not weak. She easily snatched a white dragon jade sword from the ground. On her peerless face, she suddenly showed a happy look. She felt that this white dragon jade sword is extraordinary and should be regarded as a inferior divine soldier.

Divine soldiers can generally be divided into three levels: inferior divine soldiers, middle divine soldiers and top divine soldiers.

Although the inferior magic weapon has no power to kill the four sides, it is also much stronger than ordinary weapons. As for the intermediate magic weapon, it can not be seen in places like Phoenix. It is estimated that it is not necessary to see it in Xingjun city. Its power is unimaginable. It is said that it is not too much to destroy a castle with one sword.

It is estimated that the top-grade magic soldiers may not be seen in Kyushu mainland. They can only appear in some high-level world.

In the distant past, the army of the city master of the ancient city of Phoenix used inferior magic soldiers. Such financial resources are also quite amazing.

"Hee hee, it's better than my ChiYan Heavenly Sword." Ji Shixuan's beautiful little face also shows a strong happy look. As a swordsman, a hand-held sword is very important.

Xianshizong was originally a sword sect. Now she suddenly obtained the inferior magic weapon white dragon jade sword. Undoubtedly, she and the sword lost the most.

The wandering sword is almost an expert in the sword. After slightly feeling the white dragon jade sword in his hand, his always calm face also vaguely flashed a happy look: "it's really good."

Although other people are not the disciples of the sword sect, they are naturally happy to get such inferior magic weapons as white dragon and jade sword.

"Eh, where's Qin Yi?"

A surprised voice sounded. It was Yang Shiqi, the popular disciple of Lingyu sect.

She stayed with Qin Yi all the time. Only when she was competing for the white dragon jade sword, she separated for a while. At this time, when she recovered from her joy, she found that Qin Yi had disappeared.

When she said this, all the other eleven returned to God.

Indeed, the original thirteen people have now become twelve!

Qin Yi doesn't know when he disappeared.

All the people were stunned there for a moment. In the hearts of Yang Shiqi and Ji Shixuan, there was a surge of sadness. In their eyes, there were tears in the twinkling of an eye. The young man who once killed all directions was unknowingly lost in this incredible ancient city of Phoenix.

The weak but steady figure is still shaking in front of me

"I have sent a letter to my uncle flying pigeon. He recommended it to my uncle. Half a month later, my uncle will come to Phoenix to investigate him, but now he is lost..."

Ji Shixuan stood where he was, and the whole person became dejected. He was just delighted to get the white dragon jade sword. In the blink of an eye, Qin Yi disappeared. He was really happy and sad!

"It's too weird here. Everyone should be careful. Don't touch anything here to prevent being lost out of thin air."

The face of the sword was a little gloomy. Subconsciously, he pulled Ji Shixuan behind him and held the white dragon jade sword he had just obtained tightly in his hand.

"Where did he go..."

Yang Shiqi muttered to herself. Her face was very white. She had a peerless demeanor. She became panicked for the first time: "no, I must find him back."

"Younger martial sister Yang, don't act rashly. Be calm."

Qiu Shao hurried to catch Yang Shiqi. In his heart, he was secretly happy. The smelly boy who was in the way of eyes always disappeared at this moment. I just couldn't find a chance to abuse him and let younger martial sister Yang see her greatness. I'm sorry.

Qin Yi's disappearance made the twelve people present react differently.

Yi Ling's heart can't help but feel sad. She doesn't have much contact with Qin Yi, but she also appreciates the dark horse who made great progress all the way in the martial arts club by relying on the basic martial arts "overlord fist".

Puchang opened his mouth slightly in amazement. Immediately, some foolishly glanced away and didn't take Qin Yi's disappearance too seriously.

Qianqiu pavilion's moon fiber spirit and peace return, for a time, his face is as heavy as water. The xuanyang songs of Yuanxing house and xuanyang house, the four of them, were slightly stunned for a moment, but there was an uncontrollable smile between everyone's eyebrows.

Before entering the Faust tower, they received a family task. They must work together to kill Qin Yige.

They can also see that if they do it directly, Qiu Shaoxian and Pu Chang, who rank first and second in Lingyu sect, may not help, but the two female disciples will not stand idly by. It is estimated that Qianqiu Pavilion and xianshizong will not choose to stand idly by.

All kinds of scruples have made them dare not take action easily.

Now, Qin Yi lost himself, saving them from doing it.

"That's nice!"

Xuanyang Song Si did not hide her joy and smiled faintly.

Yuan Xingchuan and other three people also showed a happy look on their faces. This result made them quite satisfied. If not, it would be very difficult to kill Qin Yige.

The performance of the four of them made Yang Shiqi very angry. She even suddenly pulled out the white dragon jade sword she had just obtained: "look for death!"

Looking at the killing intention suddenly rushing out of the girl's exquisite body, xuanyang song and the four of them were too arrogant for a moment. They felt that the girl was quite extraordinary, and Qiu Shao leisure seemed to be interested in it. Once he started, Qiu Shao leisure could not stand idly by.

When Qiu Shao is free to do it, Puchang and Yi Ling will also do it. Then, it is estimated that Qianqiu Pavilion and xianshizong will not stand idly by and move all at once. In this way, they are afraid that they will all be buried here.

At this point.

Inside the ancient whiteboard stone statues, the broken Kyushu continent of the Xiangu era.

Qin Yi stood there quietly and motionless. He entered the ethereal state and branded all the moves of the dark shadow in the void into his mind.

The first form in the seven forms of heavenly demons has just started, and the second form appears again. It's really God's will.

After watching it carefully for a while, Qin Yi began to practice slowly. Only then did he find that the "two forms of heavenly demons" was much more profound than the "one form of heavenly demons".

The drill was interrupted in less than a minute. The huge shadow in the void practiced very slowly, but Qin Yi still couldn't keep up.

"Hoo..."

Qin Yi slowly breathed out, stunned for a while, and continued to follow the drill.

This time, after two minutes of practice, he interrupted again.

"Make progress, come again!"

Qin Yi cheered himself up. Without a look of depression on his face, he bit his teeth and continued to follow the huge virtual shadow in the void.

I don't know how many times he practiced, Qin Yi finally completed the second form of the seven forms of demons on and off.

Boom!

As he finished the practice of "Tianmo II", there was a loud noise in the world, and the huge dark shadow disappeared. Qin Yi also came out of the outside world again. The white slate stone statue more than ten meters high in front of him exploded and split.

When the whiteboard stone statue exploded, a blood awn also rose into the sky, just like a blood rainbow through the sky.

"This..."

Qin Yiding looked and found that Yang Shiqi and his twelve people fell to the ground with the impact of the huge energy burst by the whiteboard stone statue.

Everyone opened his mouth in amazement and looked at Qin Yi in great surprise.

It turned out that he was not lost, but entered the whiteboard stone statue!

How did he get in?

Such questions arise in everyone's mind.

No one can explain this problem clearly.

"Qin Yi!"

Yang Shiqi was pleasantly surprised with a smile of joy. There were crystal clear tears on her long eyelashes. It was really a pear blossom with rain. It was very moving.

Ji Shixuan, who was wearing a light green dress, didn't say anything. He just looked at him from a distance. His smart eyes flashed gently. A touch of light red on his glittering cheeks looked particularly vivid.

Seeing these two people again, Qin Yi couldn't help but be happy. Although he won't be in the stone statue for too long, the extreme desolation and loneliness made him feel like an separated world.

"Hum!"

One side of Qiu Shaoxian could not help humming. Qin Yi appeared again, which made him quite unhappy. On the faces of four people, such as xuanyang song, there was also a touch of annoyance.

"That's a blood knife!"

Suddenly a loud drink came.

But yuan Xingchuan, the little master of Yuan Xingfu, saw a flash of fanaticism on his face. Before everyone could return to God, his tall body had burst out.

As yuan Xingchuan's tall body burst out, all people's eyes couldn't help looking. Immediately, they were stunned there.

It turned out that when the white board man's face split just now, the blood awn that rushed out was a blood knife. People only focused on Qin Yi and didn't find its existence.

At this time, the blood knife fell not far from the ground.

It's a world-renowned blood sabre. The body of the sabre is ten feet long and powerful. The length of the handle is about one foot. Some patterns are carved on it. It looks ancient and mysterious.

With the emergence of this blood knife, a magnificent killing intention is vast and open, filling every inch of space here, which makes people's hearts uncontrollably cold.

The blade of the blood Sabre is red and seems to be refined from the blood of hundreds of millions of beings. In a trance, people seem to feel a strong smell of blood.

At this moment, in everyone's heart, uncontrollable leisurely bred boundless despair, as if it was a knife of all evil from the dark world, which had slaughtered millions of miles and condensed endless killing intention and resentment of all sentient beings.