Lu Xiaoyi is very good at seizing opportunities. For example, now, he can obviously slap Wang Xiaotian and faint. However, he had an idea and gently flicked his middle finger and hit one of the faces of the golden wheel scimitar on Wang Xiaotian's hand.

A tingling sound was very crisp! Everyone saw it, he just flicked it gently, but when he stopped and made a back of his hands, a magical scene appeared.

The golden wheel scimitar in Wang Xiaotian's hand was still horizontal in front of his chest. When everything seemed to have not changed, there was a slight click, followed by another click. The shiny golden wheel scimitar was like a mirror cracking bit by bit, and finally countless cracks appeared. When the tip of the knife finally fell, the body of the golden wheel scimitar turned into countless pieces and scattered on the ground.

Wang Xiaotian looked at the hilt in his hand in horror, and then looked at the opposite side. At this time, Lu Xiaoyi put in the most casual position. He looked sideways, often raised his chin and looked at the distant mountains. The wind blew the blue headscarf that tied his hair and fell on the handsome face. At this moment, Lu Xiaoyi faced Wang Xiaotian and hundreds of opponents with a plain expression, and was so arrogant!

Hiss...! This is the first time that the three major gates have made a neat and cool sound when they have been subjectively fighting!

Hiss...! This is the first time that there are tens of thousands of viewers in Wangyou Qingle Valley, there is no noise at all, and he is neatly breathing.

Woo! Qiao Huan'er, who covered her little mouth with one hand, had forgotten how many times this was hard to hide her excitement and became weak all over.

Ah! Sun Wanwan and Meng Qingqing, the hands holding each other subconsciously, tried harder and tighter, staring at Shadow Stone.

Was there, the masters who were originally watching the battle stood up neatly in the Haotianmen General Hall, and several chairs fell to the ground. After a burst of noise, the hall was silent. Everyone's eyes flashed with one content, terrified!

What level of master is Wang Xiaotian? Everyone knows it very well. The golden wheel scimitar in his hand has a common title for cultivators: natal magic weapon. Every cultivator will create a magic weapon that will accompany him after entering the foundation-building stage. And as his cultivation level improves, as long as there are appropriate materials and opportunities, he will continue to upgrade and temper this magic weapon. This magic weapon often soaks the master's essence and blood, so it is called a natal magic weapon.

Such a master's natal magic weapon, let alone flashing it with his finger, even if the heavenly tribulation fails, the body and soul are destroyed, the natal magic weapon will still be unharmed. Such a natal magic weapon will be thrown into the alchemy furnace and burned with three true fires, and will still be unharmed.

However! The facts suddenly appeared in front of everyone!

The guy named Lu Xiaoyi, with a young man's face, stretched out a delicate skin with even a woman's jealous hand. He gently bounced this natal magic weapon and the golden wheel scimitar was broken!

All the cultivators who watched the live broadcast dare not watch this one again. They consciously landed, and cultivators with cultivation below the Nascent Soul kneeled down and offered their knees. Those with higher cultivation levels would still tremble their legs even if they stood and watched.

This kind of strength is something that people cannot do, this kind of strength is the only one, this kind of strength is the crushing force!

Wang Xiaotian was still standing, but his face was pale. The moment the magic weapon in his natal was shattered, his mind was violently shocked.

My heart aches, my throat sweetened, and a stream of blood surged up. I gritted my teeth and didn't spew a mouthful of blood! However, a blood flow still spilled out of the corner of my mouth. Wang Xiaotian gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood back.

At this time, Lu Xiaoyi spoke, his voice was very light, like a whisper floating from the sky: "Why do you have to worry?"

The sound is not loud, and what others hear is "It's obviously not an enemy of one move, why bother?"

The voice was not loud, but what Wang Xiaotian heard was a meaning that no one could understand. What appeared in his mind was scene after scene of the past. At that time, when he was young, he was successful in the selection. Two young men held hands and swam in the mountains. The young men became young men, talking for enough and imagining the future. The young men became middle-aged men, one stood on a high ground and waved squarely, the other was standing under the stage, staring at the stage, and silently giving.

Another mouthful of blood surged up. This time, Wang Xiaotian couldn't hold it back, puff...!

The essence and blood turned into red mist, and the bloody aura was spreading. Wang Xiaotian closed his eyes and fell back. The fainting of a master of this level can only show one problem. The essence and blood have suffered huge losses, and even if he wakes up, his cultivation will decline significantly.

The higher the level of cultivation, the harder it is to make progress. Once you regress, you should try more than before if you want to return to your original cultivation level.

A group of disciples supported Wang Xiaotian in time and carried him to look at Lu Xiaoyi carefully, for fear that this master would be dissatisfied!

Lu Xiaoyi finally returned to a normal perspective. Facing these disciples with panic expressions, a look of regret flashed across his face, he waved his hand gently, and looked up at the sky again.

It was just a light bounce of fingers, and the fighting spirit of hundreds of masters was completely shattered. Everyone at the scene made the same choice and followed those who carried Wang Xiaotian away and evacuated the scene. This time, no one flew with the weapon, not that he could not do it, but that he did not have such a big face to show off his skills in front of Lu Xiaoyi.

The moment the golden wheel scimitar was smashed, it was not only Wang Xiaotian's natal magic weapon, but also the backbone of the Haotian Gate. In this continent's cultivation world, as long as Lu Xiaoyi is still there, Haotian Gate will not be able to look up. There are only two ways to regain the dignity of the past. One is to wait until Lu Xiaoyi ascends to the immortal world, and the other is to kill Lu Xiaoyi.

There is no doubt that as far as everyone sees, the choice of killing Lu Xiaoyi can be ignored.

How long does Lu Xiaoyi take to ascend? This question is also very answered, it may be fifty years, or one hundred years. When it reaches the realm of Lu Xiaoyi, it is too difficult to take this last step. How many masters in the Mahayana stage have been stuck at this level for thousands of years, and the final deadline is coming, and the soldiers are reborn.

Therefore, to answer this question, it is not about Lu Xiaoyi's strength, but his luck.

Shi Chaotian, who was walking halfway, stared at the mountain road in front of him, and after a long time, he shook his head and smiled bitterly, ignored the eyes of his disciples around him, and said to himself: "Haha, why bother?" He turned around and left, and the disciples nearby dispersed in a hurry.

The disciples and disciples gathered on the mountain road, and after Shi Chaotian made his choice, they dispersed. This was a battle where there was no hope of victory. Lu Xiaoyi bounced lightly and shattered not only the backbone of Haotian Gate, but also his understanding of the way of cultivation.

One person and one tiger, continue to set off on the road. One person and one turtle, continue to communicate ideas.

"The attack just now was beautiful and his acting skills were very good." It was rare, Gui Ling praised. In fact, Gui Ling was not so happy inside. Lu Xiaoyi did it too beautifully. Will there be a chance to use the Big Turtle Shell Technique next?

Is there any? When the turtle spirit expressed deep regret, the mountain suddenly shook violently! Is it an earthquake?

Lu Xiaoyi looked up at the top of the mountain, and at the top of the Motian Ridge, a white light suddenly appeared! At first, the white light was just the size of a fist, but it was slowly getting bigger, like the mouth of a bowl, like the mouth of a basin, like...

"Su Yuntian activated the Lingtian attack!" Dongfang Yun sighed faintly. The mountain protection formation of Haotian Gate and the last thing that was under the box was this Lingtian attack. There are many legends about the Lingtian attack in the cultivation world.

The most exaggerated statement is that 3,500 years ago, when the first generation of Haotian Sect master was about to ascend, he brought the supreme heavenly tribulation. I don’t know what method the sect master had had. When he passed the tribulation, he transformed the strongest heavenly tribulation into energy, hid it in this mountain protection formation, and called it the Lingtian attack. More than three thousand years have passed, and no one has ever seen this Lingtian attack, let alone how powerful this move is.

Su Yuntian has never seen it before, but it did not prevent him from jumping over the wall in the last moment. After witnessing Wang Xiaotian's natal magic weapon being shattered, Su Yuntian's last remaining fighting spirit was completely destroyed. Su Yuntian, the highest-ranking master in the cultivation world, had no fighting spirit. Who would believe it if he said it?

The masters in the conference hall witnessed Su Yuntian's trembling hands pressing on the last golden button on the table. This was not the hub to activate Ling Tian's attack. In the meantime, the stone table made of white jade slowly rose, revealing a pull rod as thick as a thigh below.

Su Yuntian hugged the lever with both hands, his face flushed, his eyes covered with bloodshots, and he screamed at the top of his lungs: "Lu Xiaoyi, go to die! Look at my Lingtian's attack!" After the lever was pulled, it made a quarrel sound.

After being pulled to a certain level, it suddenly stopped and a click. The entire hall suddenly shook violently, and the fine dust on the top fell down, like rain. Sudden vibrations came one after another. Every time the vibration was shaken, the white light ball on the top of the mountain became larger.

The white ball of light emitted a dazzling light, becoming bigger and bigger, just like another sun on the top of the mountain.

"It seems that it was Ling Tian's attack!" Min Guihai also asked, and Chen Lixiao asked: "Can he stop it?"

The light ball is getting bigger and bigger, and countless lightnings are like hands deep in the light ball, twisting like snakes. At this moment, the energy contained in the light ball makes the three great cultivators look strong! It's so strong! Just by feeling, you can draw such a conclusion.

At this time, Lu Xiaoyi did not sit on the tiger's back, but stood on the mountain road, looking up at the white light ball.

"Although I don't know what this is, it looks very powerful." Lu Xiaoyi's tone was relaxed and she actually teased. The audience was so scared that they were afraid to say anything because of this sentence and tone. There was actually a burst of laughter on the scene.

At this time, Lu Xiaoyi spoke again: "Wouldn't it be embarrassing to say I'd turn around and run away now?"

That's what he said, but everyone couldn't laugh because Lu Xiaoyi's tone was full of disdain and contempt.
Chapter completed!