World Wide Martial Art

"I hope...Senior Bai can succeed!"

Wu Ji clenched her five fingers into a fist, and her voice was full of hope. Situ Reading 520 official website

If you can activate your potential, overdraw your life, and kill all enemies with one punch, then all three of you still have hope of survival. But if you can't do this, then you will have to give the three of you a complete account.

"A blow that burns life essence and blood?"

"Want to rely on this one blow to make a comeback? Haha... you are destined to never succeed..."

"Wait... help me sacrifice the holy weapon!"

Qingyun burst out laughing.

Hearing the word "holy soldier", the expressions of the other members of the Qing family changed slightly, and their old eyes showed a bit of solemnity. Immediately, their handprints changed, and the blood flowed into Qingyun's body strangely. Then, slowly, more blood flowed from his hands. A black and white energy came out.

Clang!

The sound of gold and iron buzzed endlessly, and the black and white auras intertwined and flew together, quickly condensing into a giant sword in mid-air. The black and white giant sword floated up and down.

With a buzzing sound, the giant sword made a loud sound, and the terrifying sword intent swept across all directions.

"Lingbao Saint Weapon?!"

Han Santong let out a ghostly scream and immediately saw the extraordinary power of the giant sword.

The sword has a power that far exceeds that of the king. This is the aura of the true holy realm. Only true saints can possess it. There is no doubt that this black and white giant sword in Qingyun's hand is really only qualified to be used by the holy realm. of Lingbao.

"It is your greatest blessing to die under the Holy Sword of Yin and Yang!"

Qingyun said with a sneer, then took three steps back, separated from the other four people in different directions, stretched out their hands in the distance, and controlled the Lingbao Saint Soldier together.

With the cultivation of the five of them at the king level, if they were used alone, they would not be enough to bring out the maximum power of the spiritual treasure.

Wow!

Infused with five huge rays of blood, the Yin-Yang Holy Sword bloomed with two rays of light, black and white, causing the surrounding space to become a little distorted. Behind the five people, a black and white field was formed, blocking all the raging auras.

"The Qing Family of Kaiyuan City... is really... so powerful that they even gave the Holy Weapons and Spiritual Treasures to the King Realm for use?"

There was no more anger in Ye Feng's heart. While sighing, he was more worried.

Any spiritual treasure that is contaminated with the aura of the Holy Realm is definitely much more powerful than a heaven-level spiritual weapon. He had learned this in the Endless Sea.

The Holy Weapon Spirit Treasure and Yin Yang Holy Sword used by the five Qingyun people are obviously more powerful than the last demon clan holy weapon in terms of momentum.

Not only is it mainly used for attacking, it can also provide some defense. The black and white field revealed around the sword is extremely strong, like a small barrier, protecting one side.

"cut!"

"kill!"

Leng Lie's killing cry sounded at the same time, and both sides fired their strongest blow.

The Holy Sword of Yin and Yang slashed through the air, attracting thousands of phantoms, and the power it exuded made the world freeze.

Buzz!

The black sword light was like a mountain, rolling down like a great steel wall, shaking up a wave of earth nearly a hundred feet high, trying to knock Bai Hucheng out of the sky.

The white sword energy was extremely sharp and its piercing killing intent was endless. Like a bolt of lightning tearing through the void, it suddenly arrived in front of Bai Hucheng and struck down vertically.

At the same moment, the killing conception inspired by the White Tiger's Holy Technique was also raised to its peak by Bai Hucheng. At this time, his entire body of energy no longer held back any trace, and mouthfuls of blood essence burned.

The energy borrowed from Ye Feng has long been exhausted, and the Dantian is as dry as a desert, with not a drop left.

At this moment, the half of the sky where he was standing was filled with only the billowing blood of wolf smoke, spreading into the sky.

Boom!

Before the sword light could reach him, Bai Hucheng came over and punched out.

Like the scorching sun rushing down from the sky, the dazzling fire emitted from the burning essence and blood met boldly with the black and white giant sword.

Boom!

There was a dull explosion like a surging fou, and countless kilograms of force poured into Bai Hucheng's body, causing all the bones in his body to crack. However, he did not step back even half a step, waving his radiant fist, and smashed a The sword light flew into the air.

The sound of clanging is endless!

The sound of the sword is like the sound of gold and jade vibrating, the clearer and more exciting it is, deafening and deafening.

Blood splattered in all directions, Bai Hucheng blocked Lingbao's blow with the supreme law, but the black and white sword penetrated his arm and pierced out from the shoulder.

"Quick! Cut him into two pieces!"

Qingyun screamed loudly, feeling like a turbulent wave in his heart. Bai Hucheng, who was still alive, could be called a pervert. With a devastating blow, who knew what kind of changes would happen?

The five people sprayed a mouthful of blood at the same time. The two auras in the black and white holy sword surged wildly, and the sword light swept across, trying to cut off the upper body of Bai Hucheng.

"Who can bully me?!"

The roaring Bai Hucheng's voice was like the roar of thunder on dry land. He suddenly grabbed the Holy Sword of Yin and Yang with both hands and broke it hard, and a section of the sword's edge was broken.

"kill!"

The sound of killing shook the sky, and the broken sword edge also cut his arm. However, he was completely unaware that he appeared directly next to Han Santong in one step.

"My surname is Han. This sect has a blood debt of tens of thousands of lives. I will start with you... Today, I want you to repay the blood debt with your own blood!"

From all sides of the world, boundless killing intent surged forward, and punched Han Santong.

"Bai Hucheng... you, you are exhausted, I am not afraid of you!"

How could Han Santong have thought that Bai Hucheng would have time to kill him in a duel with a Qing family master?

After shouting a fierce voice, he tried his best to resist, and a strong death energy rushed out of his body, and a green lantern appeared in his palm, which was then crushed by Han Santong.

Hooray!

The soul of injustice burned, igniting the death energy that rushed out. Behind him, the shadow of a huge lantern with the same green color rose, and the miserable flames shot out, burning the void hundreds of feet red.

Facing Bai Hucheng's fierce attack, Han Santong directly sacrificed his martial spirit... the Sky Ghost Lantern.

A martial soul capable of absorbing countless ghost souls.

I don't know how many warriors were killed by Han Santong and then had their souls refined and became the puppets who worked for the tiger.

However, he ignored one point. Bai Hucheng, who was close to him, suddenly stared blankly. There were clearly shadows of several masters of Baihumen in the burning souls of injustice.

He was once a proud man, but he became an evil ghost and an unjust ghost in the hands of his enemies.

The irresolvable hatred intertwined into a monstrous murderous intention. He took action angrily, his hands turned into claws, and the laws of artistic conception swirled into pieces, and he grabbed the huge green lantern.

"Elder Qingyun, quickly... take action!"

Han Santong roared at the top of his lungs, pouring down the green flames to turn Bai Hucheng into ashes, and at the same time called Qingyun and others to help.

This old man has one foot on the coffin board, but in fact he is most afraid of death. If not, he would not practice evil methods and suck the life of warriors to die.

Naturally, Qingyun and others would not miss this opportunity. The Yin-Yang Holy Sword with a broken section hovered briefly in the air, and then fell down like lightning again.

Snapped!

Bai Hucheng didn't seem to pay attention to the huge sword that fell from the air. He grabbed it hard and the sky ghost lantern exploded out of thin air. How could Han Santong be Bai Hucheng's opponent.

He was unable to catch a single move under Bai Hucheng who unleashed the White Tiger's Holy Technique.

Even if Bai Hucheng could only burst out a little power at the moment, he couldn't compete. Only at this moment did they realize the gap between the late King Realm and the Half Saint.

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