Emperor Jiuyin

Suddenly, the airflow on Yingxiao Mountain was like a raging sea, whistling and rolling non-stop. The power of the two Saint Lords pulled each other, and the gap was like a terrible blade, enough to cut any Saint Lord into pieces.

In just a moment, the heaven and earth energy that the two fought for formed a delicate balance, neither more nor less, 50-50.

Ghost Martial Saint leaned forward, and a series of black shadows flashed one after another, and Ghost Martial Saint rushed directly in front of Li Hanxue.

The iron fist full of calluses hit Li Hanxue's face!

This was the first time that Ghost Martial Saint had a close fight with someone!

Li Hanxue's ghost hand trembled, and he raised his right fist and hit it directly.

The terrifying fist force directly penetrated the void, and the terrible power had been injected into each other's body before the two fists touched.

Li Hanxue's blood and qi surged all over his body, and his entire right arm seemed to be put into a meat grinder. The heart-wrenching pain instantly filled every nerve of Li Hanxue.

Li Hanxue groaned and retreated three feet. With each step back, the rocks under his feet sank one foot. When he stabilized his body, the right half of his body was bleeding continuously.

Li Hanxue's skin was not damaged, but blood was flowing out of every pore, just like sweating, which was very strange.

Li Hanxue's body was damaged beyond imagination, and even his holy soul collapsed a little. If it weren't for the strength of the indestructible body of Shenwu, Li Hanxue's body would have collapsed under this punch.

Ghost Wu Shengjun was also in a bad mood. His black clothes also overflowed with sticky red blood, and the ends of his white thick hair were stained with a lot.

"Come again!" Ghost Wu Shengjun rushed to Li Hanxue like thunder, and used his fists and feet to engage in a nearly crazy hand-to-hand fight with Li Hanxue.

Every time the two touched fists, Yingxiao Mountain collapsed a hundred feet, and every time a punch was thrown, a large amount of blood flew into the sky. The two fought from the sky to the ground, from the foot of the mountain to the clouds, and from the empty mountaintop to the crowd.

The thousand-foot-high Yingxiao Mountain was completely razed to the ground in this chaotic battle.

The saints who were watching had already been disrupted and retreated thousands of feet away. Because some unlucky saints failed to dodge in time, they were affected by the aftermath of the battle between the two and were crippled. Most of their saint souls were destroyed, and even their saint hearts almost collapsed.

"Li Hanxue, you really did not disappoint my expectations. It's so satisfying! Hahahaha"

The Ghost Warrior Saint was covered in blood, and half of his white hair had been dyed red, but his face was only filled with excitement and ecstasy like a raging fire.

Li Hanxue was also like a bloody man, and his clothes had been completely dyed gray and black. His complexion and eyes were as calm as ever, forming a sharp contrast with the Ghost Warrior Saint.

"Take my punch!"

The Ghost Martial Saint's eyes flashed, and he activated the Infinite Natural Art to the extreme, and at the same time he also started to activate the Death King Sutra.

Because of the injury, the effect of the Death King Sutra has begun to take effect.

"Death King Sutra, triple the combat power!"

The Ghost Martial Saint's extremely powerful punch came crashing down.

Li Hanxue also activated the Infinite Natural Art and the Death King Sutra, filling all the Saint's strength into his right hand, and grabbed the Ghost Martial Saint's right fist with five fingers.

Bang!

The terrifying Saint's power collided with each other, and the mighty sound was like thunder.

Li Hanxue's right hand firmly grasped the Ghost Martial Saint's fist.

"Ghost Martial Saint, your thousand-year-old body is destroyed by my hands today!"

Li Hanxue smiled, and the ghost hand clasped the five fingers and grabbed it fiercely.

It should be known that the toughness of the ghost hand is no less than any dragon soldier, and its sharpness is also extremely terrifying, almost as good as that of the emperor's embryo. It was just because Li Hanxue could not exert the power of the ghost hand. If the power of the ghost hand was fully activated, it would not be surprising to kill the Dragon Lord.

The ghost hand grabbed fiercely, and the Ghost Martial Saint groaned, and blood immediately gushed out of his right fist, and five holes were scratched out.

This was because the Ghost Martial Saint had an indestructible body and an extremely tough body. If it were any other Saint, Li Hanxue's grab would be enough to burst his entire arm.

"Ghost Martial Saint, die!"

Li Hanxue seized the opportunity and stabbed the Ghost Martial Saint in the chest.

The Ghost Martial Saint sneered, swung the holy sword in his left hand, and collided fiercely with the Emperor's child, and the two huge forces collided with each other.

With this recoil, the Ghost Martial Saint flew backwards, but the fist grabbed by Li Hanxue's right hand had been torn into six petals, hanging like a rotten eggplant, with rich blood flowing down.

It seems that the Ghost Martial Saint's right hand was completely useless.

The saints were shocked, "The Ghost Martial Saint actually fell into a disadvantage!"

Since becoming a saint, the Ghost Martial Saint's body has never been damaged. This time, his right hand was destroyed, which was the first time since the beginning of the world. How could everyone not be shocked.

The Ghost Martial Saint's right hand was surging with white light, and he quickly repaired his right hand by consuming his life force. He laughed and said, "Interesting! Li Hanxue, this is how it is interesting!" Li Hanxue frowned slightly, and at this time, the Ghost Martial Saint had already pounced again.