Xiao Yi held the sword in one hand and slashed with all his strength.

boom…

A mammoth with sword energy rushed out instantly.

The old man narrowed his eyes and said, "You have some skills."

The old man used all his strength to strike out with a palm, stopping the sword-qi mammoth, and smashed it into pieces with another palm.

But in front of him, Xiao Yi had disappeared.

"Want to run?" The old man's eyes turned cold.

In the distance, Xiao Yi was moving forward quickly, with an extremely solemn look on his ugly face.

The Ancient Realm Sect is one of the eight sects, and there are many powerful people in it.

His previous expectations were still low. Judging from the perception of heaven and earth just now, the number of strong men and the strength of the warriors in the Ancient Realm Sect far exceeded his previous judgment.

"Don't fall for a fight." Xiao Yi thought to himself.

"Save Yiming and move it directly with the Ice Lord Palace."

Bang...there was an explosive sound behind him.

The eight elders came straight after him.

Xiao Yi didn't even look back, he just shouted lowly.

"The ice storm eats the soul and burns silence."

The ice and snow storm came out.

The flames that surrounded the surroundings also went berserk in an instant.

Fire and ice combined to encircle the retreat.

"Broken." The Eighth Elder moved his palms with wind, and the ice and fire disappeared, and hit Xiao Yi's back with a palm with all his strength.

Xiao Yi reacted very quickly and struck out with a backhand sword.

Bang...boom...

The Eighth Elder remained motionless, but Xiao Yi was blasted away heavily, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Yi sneered, took advantage of his strength and retreated, heading straight into the depths of the Ancient Realm Sect.
Chapter completed!