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A group of people behind me have been watching for a long time.

Different from the legend, isn't it said that Li Yi of the fifth hospital took shape at the age of 15? Doesn't he mean he's a mediocre person?

What happened to this scene?

No one can explain.

Zheng Zimu is known as one of the three great talents. His comprehension ability is so terrible that he can learn any martial arts and techniques in a short time.

Such an amazing talent, and has already stepped into the Taifu, in the face of a small pulse gate practitioner, he was beaten all the way.

Dancing is changing.

People are shocked and stare at Zheng Zimu.

However, what is hard to calm is that Li Yi has also put into practice, and the two people's changes are quite equal, and no one can do anything about it.

The figure overlaps again and again, flickers unceasingly, the azimuth changes unceasingly, attempts to give the opponent a fatal blow.

What is more frightening is that Zheng Zimu has two changes, and Li Yi is also two changes.

Each change of the two practice methods of the heaven academy is different. The power that erupts is far better than the last one. It is said that if it can evolve to the extreme, even the emperor can be killed.

In the vast expanse of the sky, the two figures intersect and collide with each other from time to time, and the flames are all around, and the thunder is even more striking. The ups and downs reverberate through this cold mountain.

In the blink of an eye, the battle between the two men has turned white hot, and half an hour has passed.

Zheng Zimu repeatedly used his powerful martial arts skills and broke out many times. However, Li Yi could not do anything about it.

On the other hand, after a great war, the spirit in the body seems to be continuous and inexhaustible, and each attack is far better than the previous one.

The nine pulse gates in the body, like the nine springs, gush constantly, surging astonishingly.

Not enough.

It's a little bit close.

In the dim starry world, a dead star is throbbing faintly, just like the life coming back after spring.

Li Yi had a feeling that if the war continued for another half an hour, the star would surely light up and derive his own star power.

After a thousand hundred fights, Li Yi's five element boxing broke out again, and Zheng Zimu killed him with his fist seal. The two terrible boxing techniques collided, and the aftereffect spread rapidly, and the void rippled constantly, as if to be crushed.

Finally, the two figures are very tacit, standing in different directions, panting, staring at each other.

The sky gradually darkened, and the darkness, like an ancient beast, engulfed the whole earth and the cold mountain.

For a long time, Zheng Zimu raised his head and suddenly laughed: "you are going to lose." After a war, although he consumed a lot, but there is a strong card has not been used.

That's the vision derived from watching the star array. He was very confident. Even if Li Yi had the fighting power to fight against him, he could not resist the power of the vision.

In the distance, Ning Xiaoqian whispered: "will you finally show it?"

Li Yi slowly opened his eyes and looked at him quietly.

Zheng Zimu sorted out a mess of clothes, immediately, step by step, in this process, the stars in the body at that moment, ups and downs, flashing amazing light.

Hum!

God's awn broke through the sky, like a sword cut through the sky.

"Vision?"

"He has a vision."

"What a powerful breath." People exclaimed, their eyes wide open.

The divine awn is coagulated but not scattered. It is constantly changing and evolving. From time to time, there are forms of life forms, and from time to time, some forms of divine soldiers are exposed.

In the end, all the light was fixed in a fuzzy picture, and it was hard to see what was on the scroll. The dense atmosphere was very strong, but everyone felt that terrible breath fluctuation.

Crash, the scroll spread out of the volume, engulfed mountains and rivers, torrential amazing.

Li Yimu, with her eyes shining, murmured, "is this a vision?"

Zheng Zimu's smile was brilliant: "yes, I saw a painting scroll, so it derived its own vision. This painting comes from ancient times, so you have to lose."

Behind a group of people, also see the mind gallop, waves rippling.

The vision is almost invincible in the Taifu realm of the same rank, which is unexplained, and is also the level height that countless practitioners dream to achieve.

Therefore, when Zheng Zimu's vision was displayed, almost everyone subconsciously thought that Li Yi was going to lose.

The painting came from the scroll, and the breath fluctuated violently and held down the heaven and earth in ten directions.

Li Yimu showed his essence and laughed without saying anything. Peng's glance showed that the dim starry sky suddenly appeared behind him.

One by one, the stars disappear rapidly, without light or momentum. It is just a simple star map.

However, among them, there is even a star flickering, shining from it, just like a newborn is about to be born, and the power of life is blooming.At the next moment, the light of the stars became more and more prosperous and powerful, and the powerful power of the stars gushed wildly, drowning Li Yi's whole person.

The star map quickly became larger and covered Li Yi. From a distance, he looked like a God's residence, even more like the distant master of the stars, dominating the universe.

At this point, it is even more difficult to enter an inch, as if blocked by some kind of force.

Everyone looked dull.

Ning Xiaoqian opened her mouth slightly.

Zheng Zimu is even more so. He has been shocked by this scene.

Bang!

Li Yi gently waved her hand, and the shining star flew out. The star map became bigger and bigger, and the painting was confined in the starry sky.

Soon, he stepped forward and came with the stars.

With his every step out, the starry sky changes, the stars disappear and rise and fall, as if the replacement of the times, the passage of time, the eternal God across time and space.

In the end, the picture scroll of Zheng Zimu's sacrifice was smashed and broken.

The vision was cut, and the mind was attacked. A big blood gushed out. The body staggered backward, and his face was pale. He could no longer bear such pressure.

Li Yi didn't kill him at the first time.

Zheng Zimu laughed bitterly: "originally, you are borrowing my hand to step into Tai Fu."

Li Yi light language: "even if there is no you, give me a period of time, step into Taifu sooner or later."

Zheng Zimu seemed to laugh rather than laugh. His expression was painful, twisted and ugly. He lost in the end. He lost once two years ago, and now, two years later, he lost again.

He raised his head and stared at Li Yi: "you can kill me now."

Li Yi shook his head: "you can't die yet. I still have a play that hasn't been performed yet, and you will be the best audience."

Zheng Zimu vomited blood, his consciousness was vague, his body trembled and convulsed. He didn't accept Li Yi's words, and he didn't want to think about the so-called play.

For him now, death is the best ending and relief.

Li Yi raised her head and looked at the sky. She also converged the star sky. She murmured: "time should come."