Chapter 3293

"Come back to me."

Xiao Yi's face changes slightly, and controls the flame giant to force his fist.

At the beginning, the control of the two was a stalemate.

Now, it is obvious that the misty emperor has the upper hand.

The strength of this ethereal emperor is only between Bozhong and the ancient emperor of Yuan Dynasty.

But he is just good at fire and wind, so he can resist Xiao Yi's means and suppress Xiao Yi.

This is the king of manners.

It's not that Shenfeng pulse is not strong.

But on the attainments of Fengdao, this ethereal heavenly king is far more than Xiao Yi.

The misty emperor's palm is empty, and the flame giant's fist enters the wind and fire whirlpool faster.

"You are not a good man. You can prepare for more than a year and a half to deal with the emperor of the ancient Yuan Dynasty. In the future, you can also prepare for a long time to endanger the mainland with your evil method."

The voice has just dropped.

Hiss

In the whirlpool of wind and fire, the arm of the flame giant is snapped off.

"Poof." Xiao Yi spits out blood.

But at the same time, Xiao Yi's eyes are more ferocious.

"Well, it's my turn."

Boom Bang

The broken arm of the flame giant is instantly restored under the support of the huge element force of the iceberg and the sea of fire.

There was a bang.

The flame giant and the Luocha giant move together, and then both fists come out together, and blow away the misty emperor.

On the one hand, the flame fists are covered with dragon fire and surrounded by eight fires.

On the one hand, the vigorous wind on the fist of Luocha giant is surrounded by it, which is astonishing, and the breath is full of the meaning of annihilation.

Two fists together, in the air to the misty emperor, instant wind and fire around.

On the large area of Longyan and the seven color flames, the strong wind diffused among them.

The confluence of wind and fire, two huge fists, a whirlpool of wind and fire.

"This..." The misty emperor's face suddenly changed.

This method is almost the same as that he used to block the flame giant and "swallow" the fist of the flame giant.

The ethereal emperor's hands together, is still the Dragon flame with dense wind breath, blocking in the air.

However, this time, the resistance, almost in an instant, then collapsed.

The same is the confluence of wind and fire. In the hands of the misty emperor, it is the dragon fire and the strong wind.

But in Xiao Yi's hand, is the Dragon inflammation and the calming vigorous wind.

So It is the perfect combination of Shenhuo pulse and Shenfeng pulse.

Xiao Yi is not stronger than the misty emperor, but the wind pulse, stronger than the ethereal emperor's way of conduct.

The walls of the fortress.

Lord Qiongyu's face changed. "Despicable, how dare you learn from the ethereal ways of heaven?"

Far away.

Boom

The fists of the flame giant and the Luocha giant have already exploded.

It looks like two giants and two fists, but under the control of Xiao Yi, she is very flexible.

Two fists immediately wrapped the misty emperor.

Between fists, the whirlpool of wind and fire will devour the misty emperor.

Xiao Yi grinned grimly, "I'm really not good."

"But I'm happy to kill you bastards."

"I'm going to kill people. You can't stop me."

"Up." Xiao Yi hands together, two huge fists lifted to the sky.

In the whirlpool of fire and wind, not only can you endure the extreme wind and fire.

Whoosh Xiao Yi's figure has disappeared thousands of miles away, and once again came to the emperor of ancient Yuan Dynasty.

At the moment, the ancient emperor of Yuan Dynasty has almost recovered from his burning wounds.

I'm afraid it won't be long before the emperor of the ancient Yuan Dynasty will recover from his injury and recover to the peak.

However, Xiao Yi once again rode on the emperor of the ancient Yuan Dynasty, clasping his throat with one hand and pounding down with his fist.

Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom

Fist, as before, the storm general.

The eight fire samsara and the dense fire spread all over the body of the ancient emperor of Yuan Dynasty.

Xiao Yi bit her teeth.

Now, we have to blow the ancient emperor of Yuan Dynasty to death before he can be absorbed by the devil.

Otherwise, under the great vitality of the ancient emperor, the devil would take the lead in absorbing these vitality.

First of all, this huge vitality was directly scattered, and the body of the ancient emperor of the Yuan Dynasty was blasted like a "stumped branch and withered wood", so that the magic body could begin to absorb and digest the body.

"Damn it." Xiao Yi's fists and fists burst out one after another, secretly scolding.

Ancient Yuan emperor, heaven help, Shou yuan law to help, want to kill him, if it is difficult to ascend to heaven.

Even if he cuts off his head with the invincible power of bingluan sword, he will recover continuously under the vitality given by Shouyuan law, and he is almost immortal.

Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom

One blow after another, the emperor of the ancient Yuan Dynasty has been hit hard again.At the same time, the eyes of the ancient emperor of the Yuan Dynasty were ferocious.

He was only seriously injured and dying. He always knew his situation and what Xiao Yi was doing.

The fierce wind and rainstorm like fist, bombarded again and again, the pain of the Dragon burning on his fist and the strangulation of the vigorous wind made him feel as if he had been in a sea of melting fire and suffered a lot. At the same time, he felt as if he was in a sword prison, suffering from thousands of cuts all the time.

Once and twice, he recovered, tortured and attacked all the time.

This kind of feeling can almost make people run away.

This young man made him endure the first and most humiliating battle and torture in the countless years since his birth.

He is the emperor, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know pain, no feeling, no anger.

When he recovers, I'm afraid he would like to cut this hateful eight hall master into pieces.

Suddenly.

In the air, an old man roared.

"The misty dragon tour."

On the misty emperor, a large amount of Longyan broke out, and a large piece of misty vigorous wind overflowed.

A giant dragon broke through the shackles of the flame giant and the Luocha giant with the misty wind bearing power.

The misty heavenly king comes by the dragon and takes Xiao Yi.

"A thief against heaven is not worth a hundred deaths." The misty emperor clapped down.

Palm out, as if the heaven and earth at the same time down.

Boom

Long Yan and the strong wind, under its palm, ran rampant and frightening.

When the palm falls, heaven and earth lose color.

A gust of wind swept through the whole battlefield, and even a little residual power had shaken the huge fortress wall.

On the city wall, except for the eastern supreme emperor and the jiuxiao sword king, all the other strong people were even unable to stand firm.

And under the wind, the raging dragon fire will be blown away, leaving the whole land with countless dragon fire.

Xiao Yi, who is in the center of Zhangwei, is undoubtedly suffering from the most terrible oppression.

"Son of a bitch." Xiao Yi stops the bombardment and goes out with both hands.

Roar Roar

The internal fire pulse and wind pulse burst to the peak in this instant.

A flaming dragon rises from the sky.

A vigorous wind dragon swims the sky with the power of extinction.

Fire pulse is also called burning sky pulse.

The divine wind pulse is also called the calming wind pulse.

The wind and fire mingled, and under the roar of two thundering dragons, the two wandering dragons meandering and winding, burning the sky and destroying the earth.

High in the sky, the misty emperor suddenly shrinks his pupils.

The wind and fire dragon come together, and all the place they pass is nothing, including his ethereal dragon, including the whole space of heaven and earth.

The misty emperor was suddenly bombarded by the wind and fire dragon, and then devoured.

Xiao Yi grinned grimly, "I want to kill, you can't stop, this piece of sky also can't stop."

Proud voice, resounding through the world.

Boom Xiao Yi's fist is another blow.

The head of emperor Tianjun in ancient Yuan Dynasty has become powder.

"Magic body, suck."

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