Chapter 593 (1/2)

”What?” Not far away, Chen Qingbei's face changed severely. Just now, when Su Chen used his body method and went to Xu Yi's side from his side, he didn't even notice it in advance. Su Chen's body method is really weird. Ordinary martial artists of the five levels of heaven's destiny can't use it, right?

”Is he really Su Chen?” Chen Qingbei takes a deep breath and feels very heavy. At the same time, it's more murderous. If this person is really Su Chen, it's too evil. He has to die. If this person doesn't die, give him ten years. No, maybe five years. Lei mingzong will die.

However, Chen Qingbei is not in a hurry. He deeply presses down the killing intention and waits.

If Su Chen can compete with Xuanzong alone, he will surely die, and he will save himself.

At the same time, Xu Yi frowned coldly and looked at Su Chen: ”I'll just say it once, get out of the way!”

Xu Yi's voice is really cold, completely without emotion.

Just the sound gives a lot of martial arts practitioners a huge pressure.

Su Chen doesn't move.

”If you don't get out of the way, die!”

All of a sudden, Xu Yi has made a direct move.

Hiss

The silver white cold sword in his hand, definitely raised, quick!!! It's too fast! The sword is shadowless! intangible! Silent! No power! No light! Merciless!

There is only one charm of sword.

That sword means cold, or cold, as if to freeze the whole world, freeze all hearts.

With one sword, it is obvious that the air around him has become solid, and time and space have to freeze and freeze.

Strong!

Very strong!

Around the douwu platform, the hundred thousand disciples of Lei mingzong opened their eyes, took a breath of cool air and stared at Xu Yi, shocked.

Xu Yi's three levels of heaven's destiny seems to be much more powerful than his son Zheng Xu's three levels of heaven's destiny!

However.

It's the same breathing room

Su Chen's face is blank, and he punches directly.

One punch.

But it is also silent, and extremely strange, and powerless and shadowless.

But.

The next moment.

It is clear that between Xu Yi and Su Chen, there is a nearly invisible sword emerging rapidly.

It's just the sword of Xu Yi.

Moreover, the sword began to crack inch by inch.

Under the attention of all the people, one thousandth of a breath, the sword will break into nothingness.

And Su Chen's fist, after breaking the sword's edge, is still advancing.

Click!!!

The fist fell on Xu Yi's silver long sword, which was a medium-sized artifact. The sword made a crisp hiss and broke directly.

But this is still not the end. Su Chen's fists seem endless, as if he doesn't stop, or even his fist speed doesn't decrease, so he goes on.

Boom!

The fist falls on Xu Yi's shoulder. Suddenly, Xu Yi's shoulder is like a mountain stone blasted, suddenly exploding, disappearing and turning into a blood mist.

Xu Yi, on the other hand, is flying backwards.

One meter.

Ten meters.

One hundred meters.

Five hundred meters.