Peerless Martial Soul

As he spoke, he formed a mysterious seal with his hands, and traces of white energy emerged from the surface of his body.

The white air was bitingly cold. Even if Chen Feng and others were far away, they felt waves of icy chill, as if winter was coming. Then he clapped his palms out, and immediately the sky was filled with palm prints, and the shadows of his palms formed a giant mountain, pressing down on Shen Yanbing.

The air of ice dispersed, and the stage of life and death instantly froze, with a thick layer of ice forming on the surface. The onlookers who were closer to the stage of life and death had ice cubes on their eyebrows and beards, and even their breath turned into ice!

Everyone was shocked, what a powerful martial skill this was, how powerful it was?

If you are so far away, ice will form on your body. If you are hit directly by his palms, I am afraid it will immediately turn into an ice sculpture!

A well-informed disciple suddenly cried out: "This is the ninth-grade Huang-level martial arts skill, Ice Palm. I have actually mastered the first style of Ice Palm, Ten Thousand Weights of Cold Mountain, to the level of great achievement!"

Chen Feng frowned. He put himself in Shen Yanbing's shoes and couldn't tell which palm was the real killing move. The palm prints all over the sky were extremely confusing.

A flash of determination flashed in Shen Yanbing's eyes, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he shouted sternly: "It's amazing to reach the level of ninth-grade Huang level martial arts, isn't it? Take my sword, Hell Yama Sword!"

As she spoke, she suddenly let go of her left hand. She had been holding the sword with both hands, but now she held the sword with one hand.

She slashed out with her sword. Seeing this sword, everyone suddenly felt an extremely ridiculous and uncomfortable feeling in their hearts. It is obviously an extremely heavy sword, and it should be strong and domineering, but this sword gives people an extremely light and elegant feeling, and in the light and elegant feeling, it also carries an indomitable determination and murderous intent. .

Either your opponent dies or you die!

Shen Yanbing spurted out another mouthful of blood, her face instantly became pale and withered, and fine wrinkles appeared on her face, and her long, waterfall-like black hair had even specks of gray on it! It turns out that this sword comes at the cost of burning vitality!

The whole place was silent, and everyone was shocked. This woman from a poor family had such a strong character. Even if she burned her life, she would never show weakness! Never admit defeat!

The long sword drew a mysterious arc in the air, with two curves, one long and one short, intertwined, just like King Yama lightly ticking the pen on the Book of Life and Death.

Yang Jingtian's face showed a look of shock and horror! This was the first time he had lost his composure today, because he could feel that this sword posed a great threat to him, and could even kill him directly!

He shouted sternly: "You are a low-born bitch. If you want to die yourself, don't hold me back!"

He gritted his teeth, and all the sect qi vortexes in his body started to circulate, and all the Gang Qi spurted out. The temperature on the life and death stage dropped a lot, and even the disciples who were dozens of meters away were covered with a thick layer of ice.

The long sword collided with the palm shadows all over the sky, making a deafening roar! The entire life and death stage was crushed directly by this blow.

This scene even made the sect elders and supreme elders who were watching the battle on the cliff all change their expressions. One elder stroked his beard and said softly: "Their generation is really amazing."

Others nodded after hearing this. This was what they were thinking. This generation is worthy of being called the golden generation by the sect leader. It is really very tyrannical.

When the smoke cleared, Yang Jingtian was revealed. He was extremely embarrassed, his clothes were torn, and there was a huge scar on his body, which went from his left shoulder to his right waist, almost cutting him in half! His flesh and blood squirmed, and his face was pale, but there was still a smile on his lips.

He sealed the wound on his body to prevent it from bleeding, and laughed happily: "Shen Yanbing, although I am seriously injured, you are almost dead!"

Shen Yanbing flew out in the air, her upper body clothes were torn on her shoulders, and two blue-black palm prints were printed on her shoulders. After she landed, she immediately curled up into a ball, shivering all over. Her body was filled with a green and black color, and her whole body exuded a coldness from within the sect. The surface of her body was covered with a thick layer of frost, and this layer The ice is still thickening, and it will soon turn into ice cubes.

A female disciple who had a good relationship with Shen Yanbing quickly caught her and shouted loudly with a tearful voice: "Yan Bing, Yan Bing, how are you? Is something wrong? Wake up!"

She was about to shed anxious tears, but Shen Yanbing was still unconscious, her face was ashen, and the ice on her body was getting thicker, and because she was supporting Shen Yanbing, the cold air spread to her body. Soon, a thick layer of ice spread over her hands and even her arms.

Yang Jingtian stood on the stage of life and death, looking down, his expression full of the superiority of a winner: "Let go quickly, otherwise, later, the cold poison will invade your body as well, and you will be as cold as him." Into an ice sculpture.”