There was already a smile on Noro Naoto's lips. The corners of his mouth were still a little sore from being hit by Graham, the iron winter melon. Now he would kill Li Xuantian first, and later find an opportunity to settle the score with Graham, that iron winter melon.
The sharp blade on the silver sword surged out, and Li Siyi's slightly messy hair was cut off by the sharp blade, causing it to fly in the wind.
The cold wind howled, and the cold sword light reflected on Li Siyi's calm face. Facing the three sharp butcher's knives, there was only indifference on his face.
The gaze seemed not to be that of a human being, but like a nine-sky god looking down at the mortal world, as if nothing in the mortal world could stir up the slightest ripple in his heart.
There was indifference, disdain, arrogance, and pity in his eyes, but there was no fear of death.
Li Siyi knew that someone would definitely die at this moment, but it would definitely not be him!
The katana Shimazaki Shouta struck at his head was breathing out sharp sword energy. The terrifying cold light even made his forehead feel a slight sting. Few martial arts masters at the peak of the sixth level were useless.
The katana in Noro Naoto's hand was taken directly from his neck. This sword was very good. It was not a mass-produced alloy weapon. There were primitive patterns of flowers, plants, birds and animals on the blade. It was obviously a sword that had been passed down for a long time.
This sword is the Jiecuo sword of the Noro family. It should not have appeared here, just like the five Noro Naoto should not have appeared here.
But this Noro family's Jiecuo sword appeared, and the five Noro Naoto also appeared.
Being in the wrong place at the wrong time and doing the wrong thing is obviously a very wrong and dangerous decision.
The most excited person at the moment was Takehara Kazuki who stabbed Li Siyi's heart with a knife. This heart-breaking stab was a move he had practiced for thirty years.
For thirty years, no matter the cold winter or the twelfth lunar month, the first thing he did when he woke up every day was to hold on to his samurai sword and practice three thousand heart-breaking stabs.
For thirty years, he has used Heart-Breaking Stab to pierce the heart of a powerful opponent every year.
In thirty years, it has never failed!
At this distance of less than a palm, the opponent dared to make no move. Even the seventh-level titled Martial King would be pierced through the heart by his heart-breaking stab.
The katana in his hand is called Thorn and Chrysanthemum. There is a pattern of two autumn chrysanthemums on the blade. This pattern is made up of delicate holes.
These small holes have many functions. Each of these delicate holes is now soaked with sodium cyanide that can poison ten elephants. As long as he can pierce Li Xuantian's skin even a little bit, Li Xuantian will be poisoned and die.
Takehara Kazuhui has never had such strong self-confidence. At such a close distance, using his most proud weapon and best moves, how could Li Xuantian possibly survive?
There was even a smile on the face of Noro Tamiya in the distance. Li Xuantian was careless. His constant victory had paralyzed his heart, and he actually made such a low-level and fatal mistake.
The new martial arts master Li Xuantian, who is powerful in the world of martial arts, is going to die here today, and he doesn't even need the help of the seventh-level titled Martial King.
Snowflakes were falling one after another, and it seemed that when a genius died, it was not much different from the death of an ordinary warrior.
The katana in Shota Shimazaki's hand was less than an inch away from Li Siyi's forehead.
His eyes were full of disbelief. He had never thought that Li Xuantian, who could kill Takehara Hongmu, the first master of the sixth level, would choose to wait for death under such circumstances!
This is not a choice that a warrior or a brave man would make. A true warrior should fight to the end under any circumstances.
Shimazaki Shota couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in his eyes. Li Xuantian, the life and death enemy of the Japanese war sect warriors, was so vulnerable without the protection of the powerful Chinese Yushi Yuan.
Noro Naoto was not as calm and disappointed as Shimazaki Shota. At this moment, he was not only excited and happy, but almost ecstatic.
In his hand, the Jiecuo knife that has been passed down by the Yelu family for six generations is terrifyingly sharp. As long as the knife is moved two inches laterally, it can cut Li Xuantian's throat. At such a close distance, even Li Xuantian, a seventh-level titled Martial King, can't do it.
To die!
"Sa~Sa~"
The Arctic ice sheet is quite unstable during this season. From time to time, a bone-chilling wind will blow over the ice sheet, causing snowflakes to dance lightly all over the sky.
Numerous snowflakes are falling from the sky. This beautiful scene makes people want to immortalize it.
The beautiful snow scene did not affect Takehara and Hui's sword, but when he saw the calm expression on Li Siyi's face and the indifference in his eyes, which was like the gods of the nine heavens, he still felt a little more hesitant in his heart.
The moment Takehara Kazuki hesitated, Li Siyi suddenly moved, and then he saw a beautiful scene.
He didn't see Li Siyi's movements clearly because Li Siyi's movements were too fast.
He did not see how the long black sword in Li Siyi's hand was slashed out, because the long sword was slashed too fast.
He didn't feel any pain, because Jimo Zangfeng's sword energy was sharp and fast!
"choke!"
Just when Takehara and Hui were about to gain control, Li Siyi suddenly had a long black sword in his hand. This sword was known as Mo Zangfeng.
Takehara and Hui made three moves, but Li Siyi only returned one sword. One sword was enough!
The sound of a sword and thunder was heard in an instant. This sword light suddenly flashed away like lightning in the dark night, completely freezing the world of Takehara and Fai.
The wonderful black sword light and the surrounding white ice and snow seemed to form a beautiful ink painting. Several points of bright red blood fell, and there were also a few more plum blossoms in this black and white ink painting.
This beautiful moment seems to have turned into eternity!
After refining the first, second, and third heavens and the thirty-six divine treasure secret apertures, Li Siyi's cultivation level has climbed to the peak of the divine treasure realm!
With one sword strike from the peak cultivator of the Divine Treasure Realm, the souls of the three sixth-grade martial arts masters immediately returned to Jiuquan. The power of the sword was at its peak!
After the jet-black sword energy penetrated the bodies of Takehara and Fai, these three sixth-level martial arts masters seemed to have been drained of all their strength. They collapsed limply to the ground, unable to breathe any more!
"asshole!"
Noro Tamiya roared angrily and took action instantly. Next to him, the seventh-level onmyoji master Abe Ryosuke moved faster than him.
"Shikigami: Deadwood Demon"
Six pieces of green jade were instantly shot out by Ryosuke Abe. The jade exploded around Li Siyi, and then six dead ancient trees appeared strangely in the ice and snow.
Under the control of Ryosuke Abe, these six huge dead trees began to intertwine with numerous roots, branches, and even some weird purple-black vines on the dead trees, and continued to spread.
Within a few breaths, this place turned into a huge forest of dead trees, and Li Siyi was wrapped in the forest of dead trees!