Chapter 912 (1/2)

”It's time for you to die while you're ill, little beast.” the emaciated supreme elder of the king of flying cloud sword sect, who was at the peak of the great circle, shouted loudly, and the long sword in his hand chopped down at Zhou Yi.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi quickly raised his Lingxiao sword to resist above his head.

With the sound of ”when”, the sound of metal collision sounded.

The ground under Zhou Yi's feet fell down more than half a foot.

At this time, the king of the flying cloud sword sect with a national face, the supreme elder of the great circle at the peak of the king of the flying cloud sword sect, settled the shorter supreme elder of the great circle at the peak of the king of the flying cloud sword sect, and rushed towards Zhou Yi quickly.

Seeing this scene, the emaciated supreme elder of the Wu King of Feiyun sword sect was overjoyed. He saw the long sword in his hand cut off Zhou Yi's neck again.

Suddenly, Zhou Yi's feet suddenly made a force

”Bang” sounded, and a huge pit suddenly appeared on the ground under Zhou Yi's feet. Zhou Yi looked at the long sword attacked by the emaciated supreme elder of Feiyun sword sect, who was at the peak of the king of martial arts, and raised a sneer at the corners of his mouth.

Lingxiao sword also attacked the emaciated supreme elder of Feiyun sword sect, who was at the peak of the king of martial arts and at the level of the great circle. Such an attack seemed to be a move to win his life with his life, and his joy became stronger.

Anyway, Feiyun sword sect is gone. If you can successfully kill Zhou Yi, you can achieve your goal. As for your life and death, as long as you kill Zhou Yi, it doesn't matter. The emaciated King Wu of Feiyun sword sect thought in his heart.

This is when the attack on the hands of the emaciated king of the flying cloud sword sect, the supreme elder at the peak of the great circle, is about to reach Zhou Yi's neck.

Zhou Yi moved. Zhou Yi's figure suddenly changed and left a residual shadow in place. At the same time, Zhou Yi's Lingxiao sword in his right hand came out and attacked the neck of the emaciated king of flying cloud sword sect's great and round elder according to the original path.

Suddenly, the emaciated King Wu of Feiyun sword sect, the supreme elder with a full realm, suddenly stared at this place, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes.

I saw the emaciated king of the flying cloud sword sect, the supreme elder at the peak of the great circle, move slightly and avoid Zhou Yi's fatal blow.

The Lingxiao sword was cut on the shoulder of the supreme elder of the thin king of Feiyun sword sect.

The sound of ”stabbing” sounded, and the left arm of the emaciated supreme elder of Feiyun sword sect fell to the ground.

Blood was continuously sprayed from the shoulders of the supreme elder who was at the peak of the thin king of Feiyun sword sect.

”Ah ~ ah” the emaciated king of Feiyun sword sect, the supreme elder at the peak of the great circle, immediately screamed.

At this time, Zhou Yi appeared behind the emaciated supreme elder of the Feiyun sword sect, who was at the peak of the Wu King of the Feiyun sword sect. He turned his fist and attacked the back of the emaciated supreme elder of the Feiyun sword sect.

”Be careful.” seeing this, the supreme elder of the king of the flying cloud sword sect, who has a national face, immediately opened his mouth and loudly prompted the slender supreme elder of the flying cloud sword sect.

Sooner or later, Zhou Yi's attack has come behind him.

Suddenly, the emaciated king of the flying cloud sword sect, the supreme elder in the peak and full realm, couldn't escape, and was hit in the back by Zhou Yi's double fists.

With the sound of ”wow”, the emaciated King Wu of Feiyun sword sect spit out a mouthful of blood.

Then Zhou Yi's heart moved, and Lingxiao sword returned to Zhou Yi's hand again.

Just when Zhou Yi wanted to continue to attack the emaciated supreme elder of the flying cloud sword sect who was at the peak of the king of martial arts,

The attack of the supreme elder, the king of the flying cloud sword sect with a national face, reached Zhou Yi.

”When ~” sounded, the Lingxiao sword in Zhou Yi's right hand resisted the attack of the supreme elder who was the king of the flying cloud sword sect with a national face.

After one hit, Zhou Yi separated from the supreme elder of the flying cloud sword sect with a national face.

Then the supreme elder, the king of the flying cloud sword sect with a national face, attacked Zhou Yi again without a pause.

Zhou Yi raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

At this time, only one of the three supreme elders of the flying cloud sword sect was left. What else to be afraid of.

He saw Zhou Yi holding Lingxiao sword in his right hand. Without waiting for the national character face, the supreme elder of the flying cloud sword sect came to him and rushed over.

Zhou Yi's figure changed again and again, attacking the supreme elder of the flying cloud sword sect with a national character face from different directions.

The sound of ”Dangdang” metal collision sounded one after another.

I don't know how long time has passed.

Just when Zhou Yi wanted to attack the supreme elder of the flying cloud sword sect with a national face.

I saw that the supreme elder, the king of the flying cloud sword sect with a national face, quickly withdrew towards the rear.